Finding Carly (SEAL Team Hawaii #5)(79)

He held her gaze as he shuffled toward her on his knees. Then he put his hands on her inner thighs and pushed her legs even farther apart.

Carly knew she was soaking wet. Her nipples stood up on her chest as if begging for his touch. She squirmed.

“Stay still,” he warned, and Carly immediately froze.

He settled on his stomach between her legs and used one of his hands to pull her lips apart.

“Jag,” she whimpered.

“Shhhh. I’ve never seen this up close and personal before…”

Carly bit her lip and her head fell back on the pillow. If Jag wanted to examine her, she was going to let him. He could do whatever he wanted.

At the first touch of his finger, her head came back up. She couldn’t not watch him.

He licked his lips again as he ran his index finger around her clit, slowly. She jerked when he touched the sensitive nub, and saw him smile.

“You like that.”

It wasn’t a question, but Carly answered anyway. “Oh, yeah. Definitely.”

Jag took his time, learning what she liked and what made her writhe under him. He eased his finger inside her body, thrusting slowly a few times, and Carly moaned. When he removed his finger, he studied it for a moment, glistening with her juices, before putting it in his mouth.

It was one of the hottest things Carly had ever seen. The look of ecstasy that crossed his face when he tasted her would be burned in her memory forever. Then, as if he couldn’t wait another moment, his head dropped and he licked her with one long swipe.

Carly bucked.

He did it again, lapping up the copious amounts of her excitement leaking from between her legs. It felt good…but when he tentatively sucked on her clit, Carly squeaked.

He looked up as if to reassure himself that the sound was one of pleasure and not something else. Carly nodded at him. “More!”

He smiled briefly before lowering his head.

The next few minutes were some of the best of Carly’s life. No one had ever made her feel the way Jag did. As if she was going to come out of her skin. He seemed to know exactly how much pressure to apply to her clit to drive her crazy, but not send her over the edge.

“Jag, please!”

“Please what?” he mumbled against her sensitive skin.

“Make me come. I need to.”

“I like you like this,” he said, lowering his head.

“Jag…” Carly whined.

He chuckled, and the warm puffs of air against her pussy were both heaven and hell.

His fingers slicked between her lips once more, spreading her excitement up to her clit and lightly caressing it. “You’re soaking wet. And it’s all for me.” He sounded somehow smug and in awe at the same time.

“Uh-huh,” Carly murmured.

“I want to watch you orgasm,” Jag said. “I’ve never seen it. Not from someone I’ve cared about, that is.”

His words alone almost made Carly go over the edge. She both hated and loved that she would be his first in some very important ways. “I’m close, Jag. Please!”

Instead of lowering his head, he flattened his hand on her lower belly and used his thumb to manipulate her clit. At the same time, he inserted two fingers from his other hand inside her body. He began to thrust in and out while strumming her clit.

Carly’s hips shot off the mattress and she groaned. He continued to finger fuck her, and Carly couldn’t keep still. She thrust against his fingers over and over as a keening sound she’d never heard before escaped her throat.

It was too good. Too much. Almost overwhelming.

“That’s it. Almost there,” Jag said, his voice gruff. His eyes dark.

Then his fingers moved faster, rocking in and out of her soaking folds as he increased the pace of the flicking on her clit. Carly’s hips stopped moving in midair and she hung there for a moment as she stood on the edge of the precipice of pleasure.

Then she was flying. Her heart beat out of control and she forgot to breathe as she experienced the most intense and out-of-control orgasm she’d ever had in her life.

Jag’s fingers slowed, but he never stopped caressing her as she continued to shake. When she finally sagged back down to the mattress, Jag removed his fingers from inside her and lowered his head.

He licked her over and over, eagerly, as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste. Every time his tongue brushed against her sensitive clit, Carly jerked.

Just when she didn’t think she could stand another moment of his touch, when she was once more ready to lose it, Jag rose to his knees. He ripped off his T-shirt and shoved his sleep pants over his hips. For a second, Carly didn’t think he was even going to take the time to remove them totally, but then he fell to one hip and jerked them off.

His cock was long and hard. Thick. She’d felt it against her when they were sleeping and when they made out, but she’d never seen it. Carly wanted to touch him. Wanted to drive him as crazy as he’d made her, but she forced herself to remain still.

Jag once more pushed her thighs apart as he scooted closer. They both moaned when the tip of his cock brushed against her soaking folds.

“You ready?” he asked as he took hold of the base of his cock and squeezed.

“Yes,” Carly said, succinctly and clearly.

She held her breath as he moved even closer.