Finding Carly (SEAL Team Hawaii #5)(80)

Jag couldn’t think straight. He licked his lips and tasted Carly there. He could’ve spent all night worshiping her, tasting her, watching and feeling her explode on his fingers and mouth. It was the most amazing thing he’d ever felt. So wet. So tight. But he wanted it all. Wanted everything from her.

This was nothing like it had been with Bridget. Nothing. It was more. So much more.

Being with someone he cared about, loved, made every touch, every moan, every kiss more exciting. He’d never felt so much as he did right this moment. Had never felt as if he didn’t get inside her, he’d literally die. The excitement and anticipation racing through him as he looked down at her was nothing like he’d ever experienced.

Jag was well aware that not having to use a condom was a gift. He’d heard enough sailors and friends bitching about the things to know how much more he was about to feel, since he was bare. It was almost overwhelming to think about, but he wanted this. Needed it.

Holding the base of his cock tightly to prevent himself from prematurely coming, Jag inched closer to Carly. Her legs were spread wide and he could smell her arousal. She’d squeezed his fingers so tightly when she’d come that he couldn’t help but think about how it would feel around his cock.

For the first time in his life, he let himself go with a woman.

He didn’t feel guilty or dirty for being hard. He didn’t feel like this was wrong, or like she was using him. He wanted to fully experience the moment, not close his eyes and pray it would be over soon.

He notched the tip of his cock inside Carly’s folds and felt a spurt of come erupt from the tip. He squeezed himself harder, praying he could hold off long enough to get inside the woman he loved.

He wasn’t a virgin in the strictest sense of the word, but what Bridget had forced him to do didn’t count. He understood that now. And the two women he’d been with in all the years since had been farces compared to what he was feeling right now. He’d basically shut off all emotion and gone through the motions to get through those encounters.

This was where he was meant to be. Here with Carly. Next to her. Inside her. He felt loved. Reborn. He wasn’t going to mess this up.

He wanted—no, needed to feel her come around his cock.

With a renewed sense of control, Jag slowly pushed all the way inside his woman until his balls brushed up against her. Then he reached down and grabbed one of her ass cheeks and pulled her open, so he could get inside even farther.

It was unbelievable. The most pleasurable thing he’d ever felt in his life. Wet and hot and tight. He could almost feel Carly’s heartbeat around his dick. That was fanciful, of course; that wasn’t how things worked. But Jag didn’t care.

He realized that he’d closed his eyes, and he opened them to stare at the woman under him. She was lying completely still, letting him do whatever he wanted to do to her. Jag had never loved anything or anyone as much as he did Carly. She understood. Knew he needed to do things his way.

“Okay?” he croaked.

“Okay,” she reassured him with a small smile. “More than okay. You’re…huge, Jag. You feel so good. I’m so full…”

Her words made Jag smile. “Yeah?” he asked, experimentally pulling back then quickly thrusting inside once again. If he had his way, he’d never leave. He wanted to stay inside her forever. The realization was unbelievable and mind-blowing.

Mentally chuckling about his crazy thoughts, he turned his attention back to Carly. He wanted to make this good for her. He leaned over, putting his hands by her shoulders, and began to slowly thrust in and out.

Her hands came up and gripped his biceps, digging her short nails into his skin. “Oh, yes! That feels so good,” she said softly.

Jag liked this. Liked being on top. Liked knowing he was in complete control. Needed it. Her legs wrapped around him, feet digging into his ass, but despite that, he knew she was at his mercy.

For a moment, he felt guilt for that thought.

But then she whimpered and thrust up to meet him.

“Faster, Jag!”

He shook his head. No, if he went faster, he’d lose it and come. And he wanted this to last much longer. So he continued his slow and steady thrusts.

But eventually, while he knew what he was doing felt good for Carly, he realized she wasn’t anywhere near another orgasm.

Experimentally, he thrust into her harder.

She cried out, and he moaned at the way her tits jiggled. So he did it again. And again. The harder he fucked her, the more Carly came undone beneath him. This was all new to Jag. New and thrilling, and he catalogued her every response, noting what she liked and what she loved.

She thrust up into one of his lunges, whimpering when his pelvic bone hit her clit. Jag belatedly understood that if she was going to come again, he needed to stimulate the sensitive little button. He put all his weight on his left hand and snaked his right between them. The position was awkward, and his thrusts faltered as he tried to rub her clit and fuck her at the same time.

“I can do it,” she breathed, but Jag shook his head. A vision of Bridget flicking her clit as she rode him flashed in his brain, and he did his best to push the image away.

“No,” he said, harsher than he wanted.

Carly immediately nodded and put her hands over her head.

Jag felt bad for practically yelling at her, but her submissive position made another pulse of come spurt out of his cock. It made him slide even easier in and out.