Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(51)

Her hands came around the back of my head, and she tugged my mouth back down to hers. I’d never been one to kiss a woman this much during sex. It wasn’t like I was against it, but I’d never taken my time with anyone the way I was tonight. Never wanted it to last as long as I wanted this to last.

She settled back down on the pillow, our lips never losing contact as we continued exploring one another’s mouths once again. Her hips came off the bed as if she were losing her patience, as well, and I chuckled against her mouth.

“You a little eager, Minx?”

“Yes. I want you now.”

I wanted her so badly I reached for her hands with one of mine and pinned them above her head, one on top of the other, as my fingers intertwined with hers. I slid my hips forward, teasing her entrance with the tip of my cock. I moved slowly, inch by inch, looking down to make sure she was adjusting to my size. She was so fucking tight, so fucking wet, I nearly lost it. But she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist as if she couldn’t wait another second.

Fuck me.

This woman owned me.

I thrust forward and buried myself inside her. A deep groan left my throat because nothing had ever felt this fucking good.

Not even close.

Her legs dropped back down on the bed, and I pulled out slowly before driving back in.

Over and over again.

We found our rhythm. Her body was made for mine; there was no doubt about it.

She met me thrust for thrust.

We were both covered in sweat, and when I released her hands, she nearly arched off the bed as my mouth came over her perfect tit.

She tugged at my hair, pulling my lips back to hers.

And we moved faster.

Needier.

Our breaths were the only audible sound in the room as she pushed hard at my shoulders, and I followed her lead, rolling onto my back while we never lost contact. She sat up, and my hands found hers again, and she started riding me. Slowly at first and then faster.

Her tits bounced just a little, and her blonde hair tumbled down her back as she picked up the pace. I couldn’t look away. Her skin glistened as the moon shone through the windows.

Her gaze locked with mine, and it was almost like everything moved in slow motion.

Her dark brown gaze with pops of gold looked almost yellow in the moonlight.

She was fierce and sexy and fucking beautiful.

Her head fell back, and I pulled one hand away and reached between us, circling her clit just the way I knew would put her over the edge.

“Wolf,” she groaned, before her body started to shake, and she came apart. I watched her with complete awe. There was no inhibition there. She was completely comfortable in her skin—the sexiest woman I’d ever seen.

I clamped both hands down on her hips before flipping her onto her back with no warning. I drove into her with a need I had never experienced.

Once.

Twice.

And I went right over the edge with her as I exploded with such a force it was startling.

The sound that left my throat was guttural, and I didn’t fucking care because I’d never felt anything close to this in my entire life.

We continued to move until we both caught our breath and slowed our rhythm.

I looked down at her. A layer of sweat covered her forehead, and her eyes were sated as they searched mine.

“Impressive, sir,” she whispered, which made me laugh.

“Thanks. You’re not too bad yourself. That was fucking crazy, Minx.”

She smiled. “Do you think we just needed to get that out of our systems?”

“I don’t know. But I sure as fuck hope we can do that again and often.”

She raised a brow. “You aren’t freaking out right now? That didn’t scare you off?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m a lot of things right now, but scared is not one of them.” I slowly pulled back, sliding out of her, even though every instinct I had told me to stay right where I was. I climbed to my feet and walked to the bathroom, tossing the condom into the toilet before returning to the bed. She was lying there completely relaxed, hair sprawled all over the sheets, lips plump from where I’d kissed her, and her body begging me for more.

I climbed in bed beside her, and I traced the pad of my thumb over her pert nipple. “You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.”

“Really? They aren’t very big. But they are perky, right?”

I chuckled as I spread my hand over one of her breasts. “The perfect handful. And yes, they’re very perky. I’d expect nothing less from you.”

Her fingers ran across the tattoo on my shoulder gently, and it was soothing and sexy and sweet all at the same time. “Tell me what this means.”

“It’s the SEAL Trident. The anchor represents the Navy, and the other three symbols are what the SEALs protect.”

“Air is the eagle?” she asked, and I nodded.

“What is the pistol?”

“That represents land.”

“Ah. That makes sense. And what’s the pitchfork for?”

I chuckled. “It’s a trident. It represents water.”

She moved her finger over to my other arm and traced over the ink there.

“A frog in scuba gear?” she asked.

“It’s a frogman. We’re trained for underwater tactical missions and scuba diving, so it’s a common tat for SEALs.” I cleared my throat. “Anything else you want to know, Minx?”