SEAL Of My Heart by Sharon Hamilton Page A

home,” he whispered. “So I’ll follow my heart.”
    She kissed him there, then rubbed her check against it, listening to his heart.
    “It’s there, honest.”
    “I’ll say.” She reveled in the sensations as her palms traveled the rippled surface of his abs and chest, over the smooth tattoo and his nipples, pulling the cotton T-shirt up and over his head. She tasted him under his ear, at his breastbone. His hands held her rear and squeezed, then urgently tugged at the button and zipper of her jeans to slide them down her thighs. She pulled her top over her head and watched him bend down and kiss the tops of her breasts, slipping his hot tongue under the bra to find her nipples. Her stomach muscles clenched under his ministrations.
    Her bra fell loose and his palms cupped her flesh, pinching her nipples, suckling and pulling at them, giving her exquisite pain. She worked on his button fly, and after a few seconds they were both completely naked.
    “I have something, unless you—”
    “Thank you,” she said.
    Reaching into the pants at his ankles, he found a foil packet and sheathed himself while Kate ran her hand over the hard ridges of his member, squeezing him, reaching back and squeezing his balls, which made him gasp.
    He brought her closer to the bed, then crawled up on it and leaned back on the headboard, his cock at full attention. She followed right behind him, seating herself over him and feeling his palms slide over her thighs as he gripped her hips and sank her down over him. She was so wet, the friction of his size stimulated her insides and ignited her libido. He ground her body over him, raising her up slightly and then plunging into her deeper.
    The relaxation of the tension between them and the way they eased into the feel of their bodies against each other was delicious. He moved one palm to the small of her back, arching her forward so he could lean up to her breasts and suckle. The deeper he seated inside her, the more she wanted him. Her muscles held him, squeezed his shaft as her body rocked and stretched to receive him deeper still.
    She held her hair atop her head, arching and grinding her torso, riding his cock. Then she released her hair and balanced herself on his shoulders, looking down at him while she rose and fell, as his hands gripped the sides of her hips, as they gazed into each other’s eyes. He bent forward to taste her lips and draw more moans from her. She began to shudder as she rode him with a slow rhythm up and down, undulating and grinding when she had him fully inside her.
    He deftly withdrew and flipped her over onto her back, spread her knees, and sucked at her labia, devouring her juices. His hot tongue rimmed her opening and then sank inside. He sucked and bit the top of her thighs, running his teeth over her delicate flesh and making her cry out. He scooped his arm under her, arching her breasts toward him, kissing her neck, covering her lips and then plucking and running his teeth over her nipples. She felt like an instrument he played, working her body which was fine-tuned and more than ready for him.
    She urged him to come inside her again, raising her knees up against her ears. His thick cock found her opening and eased inside, then began a back and forth motion, picking up speed. He scooted them to the edge of the bed, holding her wrists above her head with one large hand. The intensity and depth of his penetration was new for her. He released her wrists and immediately dropped her hands to his butt cheeks, squeezing them and pulling him deeper inside her. The powerful muscles of his ass and lower back tensed and released in the quiet hush of the darkened room. With one hand she found the spot where he was rooted inside her, and she ringed his shaft with two fingers, squeezing his balls gently with the other fingers as he rammed inside deeper and deeper.
    She felt the low vibration of her long orgasm beginning deep inside, until it traveled the length of him.