Chapter 8 #4
That one word and pinch were all she needed as she shattered around him.
Her cries of release were muffled as she yelled into the comforter and milked the seed from his body.
She tightened around him, and he saw black spots before his eyes.
He kept pumping his hips, trying to extend their orgasms for as long as possible until her entire body finally sagged to the bed.
He fell forward onto his forearms with one on either side of her head.
With his chest to her back, he managed to keep some of his weight off her.
They were both gasping for air, their bodies covered in sweat, and as much as it killed him to do so, Ian eased out of her.
When he was sure he could stand without collapsing, he caressed her back and ass as he crawled off the bed. “Stay there, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”
He smiled at her mumbled reply as she straightened her knees and laid flat on her stomach.
Discarding his condom in the bathroom, he reached into the shower and turned on the water to let it warm up.
He moved back to the bedside and looked down at her satiated body, not surprised when he started getting hard again at the sight of her.
He couldn’t get enough of his little angel.
After grabbing another condom, he wrapped his hands around her ankles and hauled her toward him.
When she grumbled a weak protest, he smacked her pink ass and got her attention.
Flipping over, she glared at him. “What was that for?”
He gave her an evil grin. “The Dom in me felt like it.”
“Well, tell the Dom in you to have a little sympathy for the half-unconscious. You wore me out.”
Chuckling, he picked her up in his arms, carrying her into the bathroom and straight into his extra-large walk-in shower. “I hope I didn’t wear you out too much because I’m ready for more.”
Her expression was one of shock as she eyed his groin after he let go of her legs, allowing her to stand.
Grinning, he walked her backward under the spray of hot water coming from both sides of the shower and above.
She reached down and made a fist around his still-growing erection.
“I think I might have some energy left since you’re obviously up for it. ”
He let her slowly pump his shaft as he tossed the condom on a shelf, grabbed a bottle of body soap, and squirted some into his hand.
Lathering it up, he started with her neck and shoulders and cleaned every inch of her body, spending extra attention to her breasts, ass, and crotch.
When he was done, he allowed her to do the same to him, letting her explore, to her obvious delight.
She admired his two tattoos—the tribal band around his left upper arm and the American flag and anchor above his right shoulder blade.
Her hands traced his various scars, asking how he’d gotten each one.
He couldn’t recall how he got some of them, but there were three he received in combat, which he would never forget.
The three-inch scar on his left upper arm and another five-inch one on his abdomen were knife wounds that had caused minor damage.
But a gunshot wound pucker on his left chest above his heart was a constant reminder of how dangerous some of his Navy tours had been.
The doctors had told him if he’d been hit a little lower, he would’ve left Iraq in a body bag.
He hadn’t been wearing his bullet-proof vest as he left the mess hall when an Iraqi policeman, who’d been allowed on their base for training, decided to switch his allegiance.
While two marines had been killed, he and another SEAL had been wounded in the three-second attack before the traitor was taken out by Marco, who’d been a few steps behind Ian.
Luckily, one of his ribs stopped the low-caliber bullet, and after only two days in the hospital, he could return to the States until cleared for duty again.
His Purple Heart was stored with the rest of his medals in a valet box on his dresser.
After he told her about the scars he could remember getting, she kissed each one, and her tender actions touched him.
But he soon shook those thoughts from his brain, not wanting to let her close to his heart where he was most vulnerable because he was never letting history repeat itself.
He grabbed her hips and spun her around to face a built-in tiled bench before reaching for the condom he’d tossed earlier.
“Bend over, sweetheart, and put your hands on the bench. You can come whenever you need to this time.”
Ian sheathed himself, then squirted a little more soap into his hands.
Running his fingers down the crack of her ass, he worked his slick fingers into her back hole.
First one, followed by two. He soon had her moaning and writhing as he thrust them in and out, scissoring them to stretch her further.
As much as he wanted to take her there, she wasn’t ready for the size of him.
He’d have to pick up a set of progressive anal plugs to prepare her properly.
For now, though, he’d use his fingers. As he continued to fuck her ass, he lined his latex-covered cock up with her core and plunged into her.
She came instantly, but he had more control this time and set a steady pace, determined to get one or two more orgasms from her.
Angie’s legs shook as one orgasm ebbed and another built behind it like waves in the ocean.
Was it possible to die from too much incredible sex?
She hoped not because she wanted to experience as much of it as she could before she died.
Ian was a skilled lover who could make her body sing in ways it never had before.
He shifted his hips and, with the new angle, found her hidden G-spot and sent her over the edge again.
The combination of his cock and fingers taking her simultaneously made her come hard, and if it weren’t for him holding her around the waist with his free hand, she would’ve sank to the tiled floor.
The third time she exploded, she took him with her, and he grunted his release.
Several hours later, Angie awoke to Ian’s mouth and tongue between her legs.
The man was insatiable, and apparently, so was she, as she came twice before he took her pussy again.
He reluctantly agreed to let her go home after she told him she didn’t want to spend the whole night with his niece sleeping down the hallway.
After making her promise to text him when she got home safe, he allowed her to get dressed in the clothes and flip-flops Jenn had loaned her.
In the meantime, he threw on a pair of sweatpants and a tee.
She grabbed her other clothes, and he walked her to her car, still parked by the club, with Beau as an escort.
The lot was empty since the club had closed about an hour earlier, and the guard had secured the exterior gate after everyone had left before heading home.
Before Angie got into her car, Ian kissed her with a vow to call her in the afternoon and then walked over to open the gate for her.
She drove home with a very satisfied smile and delicious aches throughout her body.