Chapter 20 #2
Her orgasm rose swiftly, exploding with no warning. She shook as her inner walls clenched around him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight!” he hissed between clenched teeth as he continued to fuck her. All Monica could do was hold on. If she didn’t, she felt as if she’d break apart and fly away.
Stuart’s thrusts were almost frenzied, and he resumed his attention to her clit. It was too much, she was too sensitive—but unbelievably, she felt another small orgasm roll through her.
Finally, Stuart grunted as he slammed inside her as far as he could get, holding her to him with both hands under her ass now, groaning long and low.
Monica could feel his cock twitching inside her as he came. She’d never seen anything as beautiful as the expression on his face. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was in pain by the tight grimace. But as she watched, the grimace relaxed incrementally, morphing into a satisfied smile.
She let out a small screech as he dropped his hands from her ass and swiftly came down over her, making sure not to crush her under his weight.
She felt surrounded by him. He was still lodged inside her body, and there was no way she could ever push him off. But Monica wasn’t scared. Wasn’t even the least bit concerned. She loved having him right where he was. She felt protected.
“Damn, woman,” Stuart said as he slowly eased to the side, taking her with him.
Monica snuggled into him, wishing she could feel his bare skin against hers. “We’re overdressed,” she mumbled.
“Sorry. Couldn’t wait,” he said.
“Yeah, me either.”
“Mo?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you…was that okay?”
She lifted her head and met his gaze. “Are you kidding right now?”
“No. I was…I didn’t mean to be so…”
“Amazing? Perfect?” Monica asked, trying to find a word to finish his sentence.
She was rewarded with his smile. “I was going to say forceful. You taste so good, and when you came around my fingers, my brain kind of short-circuited. I couldn’t wait to feel you squeeze my cock the same way.”
Monica lifted her hand and ran it through his hair. “I won’t deny that you morphing into some sort of alpha dom was a bit surprising, but not in a bad way. I should’ve expected it. I mean, you’re a SEAL. You’re used to being obeyed. To being in charge. I…I liked it,” she said shyly.
She could feel his tense muscles relax at hearing her admission. “Next time will be better,” he promised.
“Better?” she said. “You almost killed me this time, Stuart.”
He chuckled. Then got serious. “You’re so beautiful, Mo. I’m the luckiest damn man in the world, and I’m gonna do everything within my power to try not to fuck up this relationship.”
“Me too,” Monica said. “I love you, Stuart. And I trust you.”
“I’ll never do anything to make you lose that trust,” he told her. “It’s the greatest gift I’ve ever received, and I’ll defend and protect it with everything I have.”
Leave it to Stuart to realize that her trust was more of a gift than her love. The words “I love you” were easy to say. Trust? Not nearly as easy for her.
His cock softened enough to finally slip out of her body, and they both moaned at the loss.
“Thank you for putting on a condom,” she said. “Things went pretty fast there. Protection was the last thing on my mind.”
“I want kids with you, Mo,” Stuart said in response.
“I want to see your belly get round with my child in there. I want to watch you nurture and love our kids. But I want you to want that too. And I’m selfish enough to want a little bit of time with just you first. I’ll always protect you, even from myself. ”
Monica wanted to melt into a puddle right there on the mattress.
This man. God, was he even real? First he built her a safe room, then offered to move into this smaller room so she could be comfortable.
Then he wore a condom without complaint.
And hearing him say he’d protect her no matter what? She was never letting him go. Ever.
“I want kids,” she said. “Not in nine months though.” She paused, then took a deep breath and said, “Maybe a year.”
Stuart nodded—then froze. “You mean…get pregnant in a year?” he asked.
Monica grinned. “Have a baby in a year,” she clarified.
“In three months, we’re getting married,” Stuart declared. “On our wedding night, I’m gonna fuck you without a condom, over and over, and hopefully knock you up. One year. You said it. I’m not letting you take it back.”
There was that dominant alpha again. “I don’t want to take it back.”
At her words, Stuart practically leaped out of the bed. He shoved his sweats down his legs and tore off his T-shirt. He removed the used condom right there, without bothering to go into the bathroom for privacy.
Monica blushed, not used to that kind of intimacy, but she didn’t look away from him.
Stuart reached toward the table and, after stroking his cock a few times, was already hard again.
He rolled the second condom down his length and got back on the bed.
He reached for the hem of her T-shirt, and Monica helped him remove it.
She didn’t feel the least bit shy being completely naked with him. Somehow, Stuart made everything that was awkward for her in the past feel natural and right.
He reached between her legs and lightly fingered her once more. He didn’t ask if she was sore. Didn’t ask if she was ready. Once he realized she was still soaking wet, he pushed his hard cock back inside her.
Monica sighed when he was seated as deep as he could go.
“I can’t wait to do this bare. To feel your hot, wet body welcome me without any kind of barrier between us,” he said.
“Same,” Monica said.
“Slow and gentle this time,” Stuart said, more to himself than to her, as if he was reminding himself.
Monica had a feeling they’d always have a hard time with slow and gentle, but she nodded anyway as her man began to rock forward and back.
Fifteen short minutes later, she lay boneless on top of the man she loved and trusted, completely exhausted.
Slow and gentle had lasted for about a minute before Stuart lost control and began fucking her hard once more.
Then he rolled them over so she was on top, and she fucked him.
He played with her tits as they bounced, and she pinched his nipples in return.
He flicked her clit as she rode him, until all she could do was grind down on his cock and shake as she came.
Then he lifted her hips slightly and used his incredible core strength to fuck her from below.
It was the hottest experience Monica had ever had, and she’d never felt more cherished.
This time when his cock slipped out of her body, he headed out of the room, returning a minute later with a hot washcloth. He cleaned her reverently, then lay back down, taking her in his arms once more.
“We should get up,” Monica said—then yawned huge.
“Later.”
“But Elodie and Mustang will probably come by,” she protested.
“They already did,” Stuart said nonchalantly.
“What?” Monica asked, coming up on an elbow.
He gently forced her to put her head back on his shoulder and hugged her. “I heard them when you were still sleeping. Mustang texted, and I told him to use his key to come in and put whatever deliciousness Elodie made in our fridge.”
“Well…all right then.”
“So you can nap.”
Monica snorted. “Napping right after I woke up from sleeping all night. Right.”
“All night is a bit of a stretch. And anyway, I just want to lie here and hold you.”
How could she say no to that? “Okay.”
“We’re going to need a bigger house.”
Monica blinked at the change in topic. “Um, why?”
“There are only two rooms. And we need at least one or two more bathrooms. I’m not sharing a bathroom with our kids.” He shuddered.
A wave of contentment flowed through Monica. “Yeah,” she agreed. “There’s no rush,” she told him.
Stuart hugged her hard and kissed the top of her head. “This is going to work,” he said almost forcefully.
“This?” she asked.
“Us,” he clarified. “We’re gonna get married, have babies, and live happily ever after. Being in a relationship with a military man isn’t easy, and being with a SEAL has its own special challenges, but I’m going to bend over backward to make sure you don’t regret staying here with me.”
“Okay. I know I have a lot to learn about the military—or a lot of stuff my father taught me to un-learn. But I’m going to do my best to be the kind of woman you can be proud of.”
“You already are.”
Three simple words. That was all it took to make tears well up in Monica’s eyes. She hid them from Stuart by keeping her head on his shoulder. “I love you,” she managed to say.
“And I love you. Sleep. I’ll be here, watching over you.”
“Thanks for finding me last night,” she said. “And coming so fast.”
“Nothing would’ve kept me away,” Stuart said in a tone that at one time might’ve frightened Monica, but now it made her feel warm and fuzzy inside.
She wanted to ask about Baker, if he was all right. Wanted to ask about Huttner and about the meeting they might have to go to later that afternoon. But her eyes were heavy, she was sated and warm, and being in Stuart’s arms was the most comforting feeling she’d had in a very long time.
So she closed her eyes and relaxed, trusting Stuart to keep her safe as she slept.