A SEAL's Courage (Military Match #1)(45)

“Trent?” She reached between them and pulled down his zipper, making sure her fingers brushed his erection as she did.

He froze above her, lips pausing on a stroke over the muscle of her shoulder. She didn’t miss the tremor that moved through him. “Hmm?”

She slid her hand inside his pants, palming his erection. She had no clue what a man was supposed to feel like, but she loved the firm, softness of him. “That’s the part I like. Those were your rules. Not mine.”

He lifted his head, his irritation gone. Now his eyes were tender, filling with an intimacy that caught her in the chest. That look in his eyes nudged the part of her that wanted…more. With him.

He brushed his mouth over hers. “I like that part, too.”

She rose and rolled him onto his back. Straddling his hips once again, she leaned over him and nipped at his bottom lip. “My turn.”

Following his lead, she kissed her way down his chest, stopping occasionally to kiss the shrapnel scars, before moving down his belly. She kissed the skin above his jeans, then gripped the waistband in her hands and kissed her way down his legs as she pulled them off.

Halfway down, the scar on his right thigh caught her attention. Having long since healed over, it was little more than a red line running the length of his thigh. The memory of the cast he’d worn for six weeks filled her mind. She brushed her lips along the scar before finally pulling his jeans and underwear off and tossing them over the side of the bed.

He was now fully naked, and she sat back on her heels, allowing herself a moment to look at him. He really was beautifully made, lean and muscular. His cock lay stiff against his belly. It twitched beneath her gaze, and she glanced at him to find him watching her, those blue eyes blazing.

She crawled up the bed, kneeling between his spread legs. Her hands began to shake again as she stroked them up his thighs and over his hips. “Any advice?”

He let out a soft laugh, the fingers of his right hand sifting into her hair. “Yeah. Don’t bite me.”

She wanted to laugh, too, but butterflies had ahold of her stomach. Rather, she peered up at him, feeling entirely too helpless. Was she ruining the moment? “I’m serious.”

His fingers caressed the back of her head. “Relax, Lauren. You can’t possibly get this wrong. Just go with what feels right. I’ll warn you before I come. If you don’t want a mouthful, you should stop at that point.”

Yeah. Steph had warned her about that, too.

Heart hammering like a freight train, she nodded, settled on her belly between his legs, and let her need to please him fuel her movements. The orgasm he’d given her this way had been off the charts. She wanted to blow his mind. So she took her time caressing his length, enjoying the feel of him in her hand. His body trembled against her, his breath hitching.

When she finally enveloped him in her mouth, he let out a low, guttural groan, the hand in her hair fisting. “Slow. Ohh, Christ, go slow. You have me so wound up.”

She had to admit she enjoyed everything about this. The feel of him in her mouth. The flavor of his skin. Even the slightly salty tang that erupted on her taste buds. It was his reactions, however, that fueled the fire raging in her stomach. Every soft stroke drew a reaction out of him. His belly jumped. His trembling escalated. His breaths soughed in and out of his mouth.

So she increased her pace, working her hands along with her mouth. She needed his pleasure.

He let out a low, deep groan and reached for her, groping blindly until he gripped her shoulder. “Doll…come off. Come off…”

Remembering his warning, she popped him from her mouth, glancing up at him as she stroked him with her hand. He groaned, fingers digging into her skin, mouth hanging open in bliss, eyes squeezed tightly shut. His seed rocketed out of the pulsing tip, splashing his chest and quivering belly.

Okay, so she got it, why he’d insisted on doing this for her. In the grips of an orgasm, he was truly beautiful to behold. It took a lot of trust to let someone do that, and his vulnerability in that moment awed her.

He went limp, body relaxing finally into the mattress. A long breath left him in a rush, as if he’d been holding it, and he let his hands flop to his sides. “Jesus Christ.”

Again she followed his lead and kissed a clean spot on his belly before climbing up to lie beside him.

He opened his eyes and turned his head, leaning over to brush a kiss across her mouth. “You are fucking incredible.”

His hand found hers, where it rested on the bed between them, long fingers threading through hers, and she leaned her head against his shoulder. They lay in comfortable silence, just the sounds of his labored breathing filling the room.

“Trent?”

“Hmm?”

“I actually enjoyed that.”

“Me too.” He let out a breathless laugh and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then rested his head against hers, his voice an intimate hum between them. “I’d hold you, but I’m a mess. I’ll be right back.”

She watched him leave the room before getting up long enough to move beneath the covers. As she lay staring at the ceiling, the sheets cool against her bare skin, her chest tightened with a mixture of pleasure and pain, swelling and aching at the same time. She might not have forever with him, but she could never regret this. If this was all the time she’d have with him, she’d take it.

He came back a couple minutes later, crawled into the bed beside her and curled against her back. She drifted off to sleep with his arm around her waist, holding her so tightly she might as well have been a second skin.