Page 38 of Guarded By the SEAL
PETRA
“That was one hell of a celebration!” I declare, as giddy as if I had spent the night drinking along with everyone else. The proposal quickly turned into a party, and we ended up surrounded by everyone we love. “That was the best night out I have ever had, and I’ve ended it with a gorgeous ring on my finger.”
I grab Harry and pull him in for a deep and passionate kiss. One with meaning. I need this man to know how badly I want him already. I want him to know what this life together is going to be like. It doesn’t matter how much time we have spent together. The chemistry between us never sinks. It constantly gets stronger. I can’t get enough of him, and I really don’t think I’ll ever be able to.
“Mmm, but as much as I’ve enjoyed being with other people, I like being alone with you better.”
“Yeah,” Harry agrees. “Tell me about it. I have wanted to get my hands on you all night long.”
The kissing continues all the way through the house as our clothing flings everywhere. I don’t even worry about the mess we’re making because I don’t care. All the things that I used to prefer having control over don’t matter any longer. Control never got me anywhere anyway, did it? It left me more out of control than I ever was before, and while it all ended okay, it’s an experience that has changed me forever.
“God, I love your naked body,” Harry growls as my panties vanish. “I can’t get enough of it. And now I’m going to be married to you, which is just fucking incredible, isn’t it? You will be my wife.”
The wordwifesends a delighted shiver down my spine. I love hearing it and I think I always will. The last time I was someone’s ‘wife’ it wasn’t real. It was almost like a test run, a practice for the real thing. This time, it all feels like the real deal. This time, I will be getting married forever. Married and a mother as well.
“And you.” I brush my fingers over his lips. “Will be my husband. Who would have ever thought it?”
The kissing resumes as we stagger toward the stairs. I think the vague intention might be for us to make it to the bedroom, but it doesn’t quite happen. I tumble back on the stairs and end up sitting on one with my thighs spread wide. Harry comes with me, eagerly and happily. He kneels before me and grabs my ass, pulling me closer to him. I hook my hands around the back of his neck and cling to him while he slides his way inside me, groaning and crying out with sheer bliss. The delight, the pleasure is too much for me.
“Oh, fuck, Harry, that feels incredible,” I gasp out. Every thrust grazes over my clit, which only shoots lightning bolts of white-hot pleasure all the way through me. It isn’t long before theorgasm is building, before Harry is shoving me toward the edge of the cliff. “Oh, God, that feels so good.”
He gasps and grunts, his lips all over my throat. He nibbles and licks my exposed skin, causing my heart rate to kick up about ten more notches which means it might explode from my chest at any given moment. But I don’t care, I don’t want to stop even if it does erupt. I crave this pleasure. I need it. I’ll die without it.
“Fuck, Harry, don’t stop.” I toss my head back and moan. “Oh, God, Harry, I need you. All of you.”
He fucks me hard and fast. I grab onto him so hard my nails dig into his skin, but he doesn’t seem to care. Harry, like always, is so concerned with my pleasure that he doesn’t give a shit about anything else. He’s so focused on me, so worried about making sure that I have a good time, that I could make him bleed and he wouldn’t even care. Every thrust sends me spinning higher than air. I can’t stop now.
“Oh, shit.” My toes curl under and my whole body stiffens. I’m at the peak, perching on the top of the mountain, right on the edge of everything, and all I can see is his beautiful face. The face that once only frowned before but now shines with joy, gleams with happiness. The face that I can’t get enough of, that I could look at for the rest of my life. “Harry, you are fucking incredible. Oh, my God, Harry.”
The words fly out of my mouth as I tumble and fall into the abyss. The pleasure rockets and shoots through me, it cascades through my body, dragging me deep under the waters of bliss. The orgasm floods me. It dances through every organ, fills my lungs until I can hardly breathe. I’m dizzy, twisting and turning, spinning, and I fucking love it. I cry out Harry’s name over and over like a prayer. I love the way his name feels on my lips.Especially when I’m at the peak of pleasure, reminding myself that he is the one making me feel this way, that he’s the one doing this to my body. Because Harry is everything right now.
Holy shit… by the time he’s done with me and my body is drained of energy and pleasure, Harry scoops me up into his arms and carries me up to the bedroom. I lean into him with the post-orgasmic bliss circling around me. I’m hot and bothered, panting and desperate, yet as worn out as I am, I want more. I could make love to this man all night long. I really am insatiable with him. Sometimes, I don’t know how we get anything done, how we don’t just spend all night in bed together, exploring one another’s bodies.
“You are gorgeous,” he murmurs to me as he lays me back down on the bed. “I am so lucky.”
“I’m lucky too.” I touch his cheek with one hand and my belly with the other. “We both are.”
Harry kisses over my belly for a while, his hands grazing over my skin. Space dust sparkles all over my skin, all over my flesh, all the way through me. I giggle and squirm, already calling out for more. I need so much more. “Harry, I want you again. I need you. Will you please give me what I need?”
Luckily, he is yet to feel the brink of pleasure, so he slides back inside of me right away. God, I will never get enough of the way he fills me up. His massive cock really does so much to me.
I wrap my legs around Harry’s back so I can drive him deeper inside me, and soon, we flip around into a number of different positions, each of us getting our fill from one another. We can’t seem to stop ourselves from experimenting every single time we have sex, and I absolutely love it.
The next time I come hard and fast, I’m not alone. Harry is crumbling with me. Our cries echo through the room, nearly rocking the walls of the house, growing louder with every passing second.
And then we collapse on the bed next to one another, panting desperately. Neither of us can catch our breath for what feels like a very long time, and as soon as we do, we begin laughing with glee.
“Wow, that was something else, again.” Harry laughs. “But then it always is with you. You are special.” He leans across and kisses me gently. “I can’t wait to get married and for our baby to be born. It’s going to be awesome, don’t you think? Us at the aisle, saying our vows. Us with a baby in our arms.”
I can see the future that he is envisioning, and I love it. “Oh, God, I can’t wait for all of it. You have no idea. It’s going to just be wonderful. I’m so excited to do all of this with you, of all people.”
“Actually.” Harry pushes himself up into a sitting position and smiles at me. But I can tell that there is a serious edge to his words, and it makes me worry just a tiny bit. “I have something else to tell you.”
“Do I need to be worried?” I join him, sitting up straighter as well. “You look all grave.”
“Nothing to worry about. Actually, I’m hoping that it will be a nice surprise for you.”
“Oh, yeah?” My heart races a little bit faster. “Don’t you think that I have had enough surprises today?”
