Hot SEAL, New Orleans Nights (SEALs in Paradise)

by Delilah Devlin

“Holy shit,” he said, once his vocal cords untangled. He came up on his elbows. “You okay, Amelie? Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” she said hoarsely.

  “You don’t sound okay. Did I hurt your throa—”

  “I’m fine.” She moved farther to her side of the bed.

  He followed her, reaching out tentatively to cup her shoulders. “Maybe…” He swallowed hard because he didn’t want to go for a hard sell. He owed her. For causing her pain. For taking so willingly when she’d been so generous.

  Or so he told himself.

  “Maybe, you’d let me do the same for you…?”

  “You don’t owe me anything.”

  But then, she sniffed.

  Ah hell. He stopped lying to himself. He’d stop lying to her. They were both adults now. Not kids with too much pride and hurt to work their way through their issues. “Would you like me to go down on you, Amelie? I’d really like to give you somethin’ as wonderful as you just gave me.”

  She sniffed again. “You liked that?”

  He just stopped himself from giving her a Homer-Simpson doh. “That was the most amazing sex I’ve had in years. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, baby. I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”

  “Then…I’d like it…if you’d go down on me…too.”

  “Maybe I should just give you a little orgasm.”

  “Why’s that?” she asked, her voice tighter.

  “Because my head nearly exploded when I came. I wouldn’t want to cause you harm.”

  “My head will be just fine,” she swiftly countered.

  “You sure?” he said, a smile tugging at his mouth.

  “Uh-huh.”

  He began to move closer, but his jeans cinched around his upper thighs. “Um, we should probably get naked.” He’d like to strip her, one piece of clothing at a time to make sure he didn’t miss kissing a thing, but that would mean she’d have to wait for her orgasm, and somehow, that didn’t seem fair.

  While he argued with himself about sexual ethics, the bed beside him jiggled as she quickly eased out of her clothing.

  Her eagerness puffed up his pride. And his cock. He felt a stirring of arousal below and wondered how old the condom in his wallet was…

  Chapter 7

  God, it was happening. He was really going to do this. Thibaut Cyr, former high school football phenom and Navy SEAL, was going down on her. Naked, Amelie settled on the sheet and waited as the big man beside her lifted his tee over his head and shoved his jeans down his long, well-muscled legs.

  In her mind, she remembered the times they’d pleasured each other, learning how to do it as they explored their young bodies. If she was any good at blowjobs, it was because he’d taught her what pleased him. That last trick, opening her throat to let him come all the way inside her had been something she’d read about, and she was only grateful she hadn’t puked all over him when she’d begun gagging.

  She giggled softly at the thought, wondering if that would have been a deal breaker. Probably not.

  “Do you mind if I turn on a light?”

  She sucked in a breath. That would mean he’d see her—all of her—and she wasn’t the same slim girl she’d been straight out of high school. She had some extra padding.

  But then, she’d be able to see all of him… “Sure,” she whispered, feeling breathless.

  The light flicked on, and her gaze ate up the sight of him, partially turned, his cock standing out from his groin. He was hard again. Would he really waste that by going down on her?

  Amelie decided she couldn’t let him do the gentlemanly thing. She reached out and slid a finger from the soft cap down the sleek, hard side of his shaft.

  His broad, deep chest expanded. His head turned toward her, and his brown eyes darkened to black. He lifted a finger and wagged it. “Fair is fair.” His gaze slid down her body. “Damn, there’s a lot for me to explore.”

  “You sayin’ I’m fat?” she said, lifting her chin.

  His eyebrows shot upward. “Hell, no. You’re…fuckin’ perfect.” His dick bobbed as though nodding.

  Mollified, for now, she parted her legs to give him more of a view of what he could be sliding inside. He’d always liked her pussy. Had fluttered his tongue on her pink inner folds that protruded a little from the outer folds, “like a frilly flower,” he’d said, a comment which had made her rush to the Internet to see whether she was somehow deformed.

  And yes, his gaze was right there, glued to those “frilly” inner lips. Not deformed at all—a “special surprise for a special guy” he’d told her after she’d confessed her worry.

  Thibaut twirled a finger. “Move to your belly.”

  Inside, she groaned. Her backside was her least favorite part of her body, because every ounce of fat that had expanded her boobs seemed to have doubled when it hit her ass. But she rolled, even though she felt vulnerable, and even though now she couldn’t take in the sight of his nude body. And good Lord, there was a lot there to explore—strong shoulders a woman would love resting her cheek against, a bulging chest that begged for palms to cup it, a ripped abdomen she wanted to explore with her tongue, sinking into deep indentions, gliding over well-developed muscles…

  And now that she’d seen it in the light, she was dying to tongue every blue vein that climbed his cock.

  Hard hands smoothed over her shoulders, giving her a light massage. When she groaned, he leaned toward her, his breath brushing across her cheek. “Sure you don’t want to sleep? I’ll give you a full body massage—”

  “Nope. And my shoulders aren’t an erogenous zone.”

  “You tellin’ me to move on?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  His thumbs pressed into her spine while his squeezed and molded, moving down her back, approaching her ass. She hoped he didn’t see the few stretchmarks she’d acquired when her bottom had ballooned. Okay, so “ballooned” was an exaggeration, but she knew what her jeans size had been in high school, and she’d “graduated up” four sizes.

  At first, his hands gently kneaded her globes, stroking over her skin then rubbing before his fingers dug in. When he rotated her buttocks, she knew he was looking between them, teasing himself with glimpses, so she didn’t mind. In fact, she gave a guttural groan and spread her arms so that, when her hands clutched the bedding, he could see what he was doing to her.

  Suddenly, he reached for her pillows. “Lift your ass, baby.”

  He tucked them beneath her, elevating her hips. Then he nudged her knees apart, spreading her open. When his tongue glided between her folds, she hissed a breath. When he tugged her inner labia with his lips, she quivered.

  “Damn, you’re wet,” he said, then licked her again, prodding her entrance with his pointed tongue. “Prettiest pussy ever.”

  He spread her with his thumbs then licked her from her clitoris all the way to her back entrance. Pleasure shot through her, and more moisture released from deep inside her. “Thibaut, please, come inside,” she whispered.

  Ignoring her, he surrounded her clit with his lips and drew on it. Electric sparks shivered through her thighs. She couldn’t help writhing on the bed. “Thibaut, please.”

  After several long torturous minutes, he moved away and used his hands to roll her to her back, then he moved over her, his mouth and hands going to her breasts. “You also have the prettiest tits, cher.”

  She glanced down and watched as he flicked a brown nipple. Each stab caused her pussy to contract. When he sucked it deep into his mouth, she dug her fingers into his hair to hold him there until he moved across to the other one to tease and torture the engorged tip.

  Amelie grew desperate to feel him move inside her. She raised her legs and wrapped them around him, drumming her heels on the backs his buttocks, trying to pull him upward.

  When he released the tip he’d been chewing, he lifted his head. “You sure you want me inside you?”

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p; She feathered her fingertips along his cheek, traced his mouth with her thumb. “I hope like hell you have a condom.”

  His mouth quirked upward at one side. “You don’t have a stash for all the men you bring into your aunt’s house?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I don’t bring men here. I haven’t had a date in forever. Do you have one?”

  He rolled off the bed and picked up his jeans. Then he drew a plastic packet from inside his wallet and tore it with his teeth. In seconds, he had the rubber rolled down his length. When he glanced up, he caught her staring at his dick and gave himself one long, slow stroke.

  She raised her knees and spread them, and then opened her arms. He knelt on the mattress and crawled toward her, ducking down to kiss her mouth.

  She wrinkled her nose when he moved back. “I know where that mouth has been.”

  He chuckled then kissed her again, this time slipping his tongue inside her mouth as he inched his thighs over hers then nudged her entrance with his cock. When he pushed inside, she gently bit his tongue.

  “Sweet Jesus,” she whispered as he stroked deeper inside, pulling out then pressing forward, aided by the moisture flooding her channel and the gentle convulsions rippling inside her.

  His thrust his arms beneath her and cradled her against his body as he kissed her cheeks, her nose, the tops of her shoulders, his rhythmic thrusts moving her up and down the mattress.

  This was heaven, and she never wanted it to end. She was filled, blanketed, caressed inside and out by the hard body of the man she’d loved since she’d entered puberty.

  Loved? She shook her head. She wasn’t falling into that trap. Never wanted to know that searing pain again. This was sex—a lusty, dirty workout in the sheets. That was all.

  And who better to give her the experience of a lifetime than a man in incredible shape and with stamina to spare? She smoothed her hands over his back, gliding her palms in a misting of sweat. She scooped at the small of his back, traced the deep indention of his spine, then reached downward to clutch his hard, rippling ass. Lord, all the lovely, hard muscles here could make her weep. They flexed and stretched, never tiring, never slowing. When she traced a finger down his crack, his motions quickened, so she thrust her finger deeper, circling his small furled hole.

  He jerked upward and pulled her hand away. Then with narrowed eyes, he thrust his arms beneath her knees and pulled her ass off the bed so he could pump, unencumbered, against her sex. The sight of his arms tensing, biceps bulging while the long column of his cock appeared and disappeared made her pant with excitement. She reached her fingers toward her pussy, knowing her arms pushed her boobs together, and pulled up the top of her folds to expose her clit. Then she licked a fingertip and used it to swirl atop the swollen knot of nerves.

  Thibaut’s nostrils flared as he stared down at what she was doing. His thrusts came harder, faster.

  Just when her pussy clenched hard around him, she lifted her finger, not willing to let go, not yet, because she wanted this to last.

  He dropped her thighs and lowered himself until his chest met hers. Then he pushed his hands beneath her ass and held her as he moved in shallow thrusts that ground his pubis against her clit.

  Amelie tilted back her head and cried out, her fingernails scoring his back as pleasure exploded.

  “Oh, thank God,” he gasped, then followed her, shouting as he jerked his hips and emptied himself inside her.

  Chapter 8

  “Fuck.”

  She heard the soft curse and felt him begin to withdraw. Blinking open her eyes, she stared up at him and started to smile, but his fierce frown tugged her own brows together.

  “I fell asleep,” he said.

  She shrugged. “So? I did, too.”

  “I’m supposed to wake you up.”

  “Well, you did. Good for you,” she groused, disappointed to find he wasn’t nearly as thrilled as she was to waken with his cock still lodged inside her vagina. And it wasn’t a flaccid lump of manhood. No, it was nudging awake, expanding inside her as he continued to frown.

  “What time is it?”

  He lifted an arm and glanced at the glowing hands of his watch. “Three a.m.” His glance cut back to her. “Open your eyes wider.”

  Glaring, she opened her eyes as slowly as she could manage, letting him tilt her head toward the light as he stared at her pupils.

  “What’s my name?”

  “Asshole.”

  He arched an eyebrow. “Guess your brain’s okay.”

  “My brains just fine. My pussy, however…”

  “Oh. Need me to move?”

  “Sure that condom’s still intact?”

  “Fuck.”

  So, maybe it hadn’t been wise to mention it, not when her body was beginning to buzz with arousal again. However, the latex sheath was a little dry and sticking to her inner walls.

  He braced himself on one elbow and reached with his other hand to clutch the end of the condom as he slowly withdrew. When he rolled away and padded toward the bathroom, she let out a deep sigh, because she was alone with her thoughts again, and right now that wasn’t such a good thing. While she’d slept, she’d had another dream, this one featuring her favorite big-dick SEAL, kneeling between her legs while she lay back on the mattress, her legs hanging over the edge—only he hadn’t been there looking all sexy, ready to tongue her into ecstasy. No, he’d looked worried out of his mind while he’d peered between her legs. “For fucksake, don’t push, Amelie. The ambulance is on the way!”

  “Don’t push?” she’d shouted. “You think I have a choice? Oh, right. I had a choice when I told you to forget the fuckin’ condom.” And she’d let out a loud agonized groan that had Thibaut going pale with panic.

  “I can see his head. Oh, fuck!”

  “Don’t you let my baby fall out on the floor!”

  “Oh God, you pushed!”

  At that moment, when she’d felt a phantom pain inside her vagina, she’d awoken to find herself still pinned to the bed. When her breaths had slowed, she’d discovered that she kind of liked her predicament and commenced giving his cock Kegel squeezes, which was why he’d awoken with his dick hardening inside her. Unfortunately, it looked like she’d wasted the effort because he was taking too long inside the bathroom. Likely, he was castigating himself for going there with her.

  Pushing against the mattress, she slowly raised her torso. The change of altitude made her head hurt, and she reached for the pills and water beside the bed. After downing them, she stood, noting all the mild aches that accompanied having sex with a man who didn’t quite know his own strength. Not that she had a single regret. Great sex was worth a few tears, and it wasn’t like she’d expected either of them to profess their love mid-coitus. That was simply not in her cards.

  Donning a nightgown, she gathered clothing and left the room, heading toward the bathroom off the kitchen that served as a mudroom and had a small shower. There, she bathed and dressed in a tank dress that hugged her chest but was roomy through her hips. The bodice was white and red poppies filled the skirt. Feeling more herself, she entered the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. It might still be the early hours of the day, but she wasn’t getting any more sleep. Not with a bodyguard underfoot.

  Speak of the devil… Thibaut entered the kitchen looking like he’d swallowed something sour. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

  She raised her eyebrows. “A girl could be flattered at your constant insistence that she lie down.”

  He raked a hand through his hair. “Just followin’ orders…”

  “I rested. We rested.”

  “Can’t have been very comfortable,” he muttered.

  “What’s that? Wakin’ up with you crushin’ me to the bed?” Amelie dropped the attitude and gave him a smile. “I can think of worse things to happen.”

  He cleared his throat. “I’m not sure that condom didn’t leak.”

  “Oh.” She pouted her lips. “That could be…problematic.”
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br />   “It partially unrolled. And it was pretty full…”

  She raised a hand. “I get the picture.”

  “And old…”

  “Said I understood. No worries. I don’t think I’m ovulatin’ or anything.” She narrowed her eyes. “Unless you’ve got some sex bug I should worry about?”

  “Sex bug?”

  “An STD. You’re a Navy man. Woman in every port…”

  “I’m a SEAL. I haven’t spent much time aboard a ship.”

  “SEAL bunnies jumpin’ you in bars…”

  “SEAL bunnies…?”

  She jammed a hand on her hip. “I know all about it. Women go wild for a man in uniform. Makes them feel all horny knowin’ the dude’s brave and can kill with his bare hands.”

  Thibaut moved closer, crowding her. “That what gets you hot?”

  What? Had she protested too much? She snorted, refusing to back up an inch. “Me? Fuck, no. Think I want some man who thinks he’s God’s gift because he’s got muscles on his muscles? Pffft!”

  His gaze nailed hers, and he shook his head. “Damn, I should’ve packed a uniform.”

  She frowned. “You plannin’ to troll for a hookup while you’re in town?”

  “Baby, why would I need to, when I’ve got you?”

  Stunned, she wasn’t sure whether she should slap the snot out of him or jump his bones right then and there. His words were certainly insulting, but his lowered, husky tone sent a sexy shiver through her. “You’re an asshole.”

  “So you’ve already said.”

  His head dipped toward hers, and her mind scrambled. Too late to duck away, she closed her eyes as he pressed a kiss against her mouth. When he pulled away, he gripped her hips and rested his forehead against hers. “Feel better now?”

  “You think I was bitchy because I wanted a kiss?” she muttered.

  “You always gave me lip until I shut you up with a kiss.”

  “You shut me up…?” She shook her head. “You are one arrogant son-of-a-bitch.”

  His grin was unrepentant.

  Her own mouth twitched, and she gave him a rueful smile. “You’re a dangerous man, Thibaut Cyr.”