Marine Ever After (Always a Marine) by Heather Long Read Free Book Online

her hand cupped him. His right eyelid twitched.
    A smile curved her sensuous mouth and satisfaction warmed his chest. She liked what she saw. Good .
    “Yes.” She didn’t whisper and there was nothing docile in her gaze when she looked up at him.
    He sat only when certain he wouldn’t roll over and explore her damp depths he’d only fingered before. The urge to trail his mouth across her for a taste, to swirl her clit with his tongue and draw it hard until she screamed with the need for release pounded in his brain. Not yet .
    “I want to begin here.” He drifted a caress along her upright thigh, just a fleeting caress, a tease for him as much as for her. She shivered and goose bumps rose in the wake of his touch. “I want to touch every inch of your skin. I want to know what you like, what you don’t. I want to see need play across your face, I want to hear your breath catch.”
    With two fingers, he traced over her knee, feathering lighter strokes to the inside of her leg. “I will explore everything. And then we’ll move up….” Mirroring his words with his touch, he deliberately pressed his palm to her sex, flattening the heel of his hand above her clit. “Except here. We play here last.”
    The words came out hoarser than he intended, the urge to thrust a finger into her, to test how ready she was—would be surrendering to her. No, she wanted that and he saw it in her face, in the way her mouth formed an O, and the not-so-subtle arch of her hips.
    “Bad Lily,” he chided, bottling his amusement. He could hardly be upset at her eagerness when a similar level of excitement pushed him to move faster. Defiance flared in her eyes and the tilt of her chin. “Keep it up and I won’t put my tongue right here.” He grazed her clit with his thumb, enjoying her throaty sigh and shudder. “Understand?” He brushed her clit twice more
    “Magnificent.” If only he could draw their play out, and wondered if it were possible to keep them both in the constant state of arousal for hours, or if his brain would pop from the pressure. Moving on, he explored a path over her abdomen and eased farther onto the bed until he captured each of her breasts, shaping them and teasing the swollen, dusky nipples. She sucked in a breath each time he flicked the hard tips. Some women found the tap as erotic as a roll or a pinch.
    “You definitely like this.” His Lily seemed to enjoy both. Her squirming became harder for him to contain and she fisted the covers in her hands.
    She groaned. “Yes.” It hadn’t been a question, but she answered it anyway.
    Taking pity on her or maybe himself, he licked a nipple, careful to watch her face. She closed her eyes and arched, offering the breast to him. Taking the tip into his mouth, he sucked gently, then with a harder tug. They stiffened further.
    So fucking responsive ….
    Her skin was like velvet, tasted like peaches and the rich rosy musk of her arousal filled his nostrils. His control wavered and he wanted to cross his eyes with the bliss of wanting her. Leaving the first nipple, he treated the second to similar attention and slid his hand over her hip. Cupping her sex, he wanted to moan.
    She’d been damp before, but she soaked his palm and gave a little jump as he pressed in with one finger. So much virgin territory to explore with her, and he was as randy as a floater on his first liberty after a hella-long cruise.
    Fuck it …. He thrust his fingers in gentle rhythm, paying attention to the moments when she gasped and when her hips stiffened, or her stomach tensed. As the pauses between pants shortened, he abandoned her breasts altogether and positioned himself between her legs.
    “Lift this foot, baby,” he instructed. She gave him a dazed look, pleasure dilating her pupils, and obeyed. Spreading her thighs wider, he bent his head and gave her a long lick from her entrance to her clit.
    Her long, low moan echoed in his ears and he repeated the gesture. One taste and he