Wanted: Wife 4 Navy Seals: A Military romance

by Dee Palmer

  “Can you turn over, Bethany? I’d like to work on your back, but I can’t promise I’ll be quite so restrained when I reach that glorious arse of yours.” I wiggle and flip onto my front, sad that I can’t kiss his lips from here. He unclips my bra and shuffles down, then starts to pull my panties down. “What the fuck is this?” He sounds really angry, and I jump and try to crane my neck around to see why. “Who did this to you?” It usually takes a few days for the bruising to show, especially on my butt, and I sag back into the soft covers and laugh. “It’s not fucking funny, Bethany. Who hurt you?” His harsh tone is filled with misplaced concern.

  “I did. Well, me, Marco and the mat; it’s from my Krav Maga class. It can be brutal, and I bruise like a peach. It’s nothing, always looks worse than it is.” I wiggle my bottom to indicate just how fine I am.

  “Marco is responsible?” He sits back on his ankles and crosses his tanned arms. This highlights the defined muscle of his biceps, and I get distracted by the tempting sight. “Bethany!” He barks, his is so not happy about this. Talk about a mood changer!

  “Yes, Marco is responsible for dragging me to self-defense classes every week, so that if I were ever to be attacked, I could fight them off with more than just my bad language.” I lift myself onto my elbows to half twist around so I can challenge his angry stare. “Do you have a problem with that?”

  “Yes… no, not the classes, no. Just you getting hurt, and I would very much like it if you didn’t talk about getting attacked.” His deep frown mars his perfect face. It’s kind of sweet, though.

  “Not another word.” I smile and make to lock my lips and throw away the key, but before I do, I add with an arched brow, “You were definitely in the middle of something more interesting than this conversation.” I throw the invisible key and flop back down, slightly arching my hips to lift my bottom. He growls, but his hands begin to slowly caress my bottom in smooth circles. I know he is tracing the bruises, because I can hear his teeth grind, and he is being extremely tentative. He begins again, starting at my feet, repeating the moves he made on my front. By the time he reaches my neck, my whole body is thrumming with desire. My teeth are clenched, he must be able to feel the tension as I fight my body’s desire to writhe with pleasure and come. I just need to come. I think if he so much as put the tiniest pressure on my clit right now, I would explode.

  “Something you need, baby?” He whispers in my ear and traces his tongue around the shell, nibbling on my lobe. I tremble and whimper into the pillow. His deep rumble vibrates his chest and sends waves of shivers across my body. I feel his hand on my bottom, his fingers slide between the cheeks, over my tight entrance, which twitches at his light touch, and his finger slides into my wetness. He plunges two fingers deep inside. My hips buck instantly, and my core contracts greedily, grabbing at his fingers, which he pumps into me, riding my climax and pushing me on and on. He reaches and presses my clit, rubbing with a light circling motion with the pad of his finger. Before my body has stopped pulsing, he continues to pump and rub, building the pressure once more. This time I scream. I scream with shock and wonder, loudly into the pillow, which I have grabbed tight against my face. It muffles the sound but also prevents me from taking in any oxygen, and I turn my head and gasp. I’m seeing spots before my eyes as he takes my hips and flips me over. I must look a little dazed.

  “You need to breathe, Bethany.” He has an undeniable cocky grin fixed on his face but refrains from laughing. “Don’t pass out! You know I’m not finished.” He sinks his teeth into my neck again, drawing an agonizing moan of pleasure from me, and I wrap my arms around his back and feel his strong muscles move and flex. He covers my mouth with his and swipes his tongue, forcing my lips apart, tasting and taking everything I return. He breaks the contact and hovers above me. I clench my tummy to raise myself to meet him, to reach his soft mouth. He smiles, and I lunge again, but his reflex is too quick, and I am left wanting, needing to feel his delicious kiss again. “Na ah, now, what’s got you so greedy?” I try and pull him down, but he is solid muscle and I don’t stand a chance of taking him with me, unless he wants to give. I blow out a frustrated sigh. “Oh, poor baby. Want me to kiss it better?” Oh. My. God. Yes! No, I said that in my head, and he needs to know this.

  “Please. Oh, God, yes, please, please, I want that.” I pant shamelessly. He widens his smile. He is so gorgeous.

  “Oh, I do love it when you beg.” He drops his scorching kisses along my collarbone and skims down to my breast. He palms one and suckles my nipple on the other. He swirls his tongue, flicking the sensitive end before he repeats this with my other breast. He then nibbles and sucks his way down. My breath hitches, the anticipation unbearable. He sits back and with his strong hand forces my legs wide. I am completely open for him and his gaze is on fire. “You’re so beautiful, Bethany. I have to taste you.” He swipes his tongue the full length of my core and laps my clit. I instantly tense with the familiar feelings of an imminent climax.

  “Oh, Fuck, Daniel…. Ahhhh!” Christ, that was quick, intense, and not over as he continues to swirl and suck. He dips his tongue inside, and I grab his hair. My hips are shaking, and I am desperate to get more air. I’m panting. With that he fixes his mouth over my clit and sucks. “Ahhh, God!” I scream again, and my thighs grip his head, trying to stop the overload of pleasure his talented mouth is bombarding me with. I fall limp, still trembling. He sits up, and it’s only then I realize he is still fully clothed, and I am naked, sated, and limp. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a foil packet. He holds my heated stare as he tears the packet with his teeth. He unbuckles his belt and pushes his trousers down to his thighs. His erection hard against his stomach, I bite my lip. I know how good he tastes, and I can’t take my eyes off him as he sheaths himself.

  “Nice thought, but tonight is all about you, baby.” He covers my body with his weight, God, I love the feeling of being dominated in this way. It just feels so primal. He positions his wide crown against my slick folds and rubs, spreading my wetness along his shaft. “Baby, I’ve tried to make this easy, making you come like that, but I can’t wait any more so this might still hurt a little. We’ll take it slow.” His voice sounds ragged, and I can see the tiny droplets of sweat bead at his temples. The softness in his eyes and the concern in his voice has me fighting a lump in my throat. Not quite able to speak, I simply nod. “Okay, baby?” He fixes his eyes on mine as he pushes slowly into me. My body contracts at the intrusion, but it’s not so bad. He pushes further, and the feeling of fullness and stretching is wonderful. He groans and starts to change the angle and rolls his hips. Oh, good God, that feels amazing--again in my head.

  “Oh, God, Daniel, that feels amazing,” I cry out. His slow steady thrusts drive into me and I can feel his reticence, his hesitation, his tender intentions. It’s Heaven, and I want more. “Do you think you could go faster? Deeper?” I want every bit of him. He laughs.

  “Yes, Bethany, I can definitely do that.” He groans as he plunges deep.

  “Ahh, fuck!” I yell, and he freezes. “No, ahh, Fuck, in a good way Daniel. Don’t stop, please, please, don’t stop.” He pulls back and plunges again; deep, hard, and it’s fantastic. The friction and burn set a fire racing inside me. He thrusts and pumps into me, shaking my body, filling me, riding me. His eyes are heated with lust and the guttural sounds escaping him are a wild addition to the sounds of our bodies moving together. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he grabs my arse cheeks and pulls me tighter against him, closer against each thrust. The exquisite deep sensation I feel, as his cock rubs and touches sensitive tissue deep inside, takes my breath away. My body takes over and starts the steady climb to ecstasy. I feel Daniel shift, and he starts to pump faster into me, chasing his own release.

  “Bethany, come with me?” The urgency in his voice has my body spiralling.

  “Yes, yes, Daniel. Ahhhh!” I scream.

  “Fuck!!” He pumps and grinds deep, filling me and taking every bit for his own
release. His hot heavy body covers mine and we lay, two sweaty bodies, entwined and exhausted. Well, I know I am. Not sure where he gets his stamina from, but Daniel has already rolled from the bed, left the room, and returns with a bathrobe. I am still a quivering mess.

  “Here. I don’t want you getting dressed again.” He hands me a robe which is enormous, so at least I know it’s his and not his girlfriend’s. Wait! This is just a bit of fun, right? But I frown to myself at this unwelcome thought.

  “What’s wrong?” His obvious concern does nothing to quell the troubled feelings swirling inside, causing an unsettling tightness in my chest.

  “Nothing. Nothing at all, so stop worrying. You didn’t even hurt my bottom.” I smirk.

  “Yet.” He calls over his shoulder as he disappears again. I get goose bumps at the veiled threat. I wrap his robe around me and head off to find him. He is in the kitchen pouring more wine.

  “Change of plan. Food first, you for dessert.” He grins. “Then bath. Sound good?”

  “Sounds time consuming?” I hate that I have to bring my reality into this fairy-tale.

  “I’ll have you back by one, Cinderella.” He grumbles but kisses me on the head, and holding my hand, he sits me back on a stool while he orders the food. He then sets a bowl with hot water on a warming plate and places a small pouring jug and a fancy looking jar of chocolate praline in the water. He has a smirk that makes him look both devilish and young. He walks back to me and places his large palms on my cheeks and smothers my mouth with his hungry lips. “For dessert.” He adds but doesn’t explain further.

  There is a buzzing, which announces our food. The exotic aromas of ginger and lemongrass follow him back to the kitchen, and we sit at the island and eat with chopsticks out of the boxes. The sea bass is juicy and melts in the mouth; the food is light, fresh and utterly delicious. More so because most of my meal is fed to me and he keeps having to adjust himself in his loose fitted lounge pants, every time I lick my lips in appreciation as I suck the food from his chopsticks.

  “Are you always hard?” My unfiltered curious mind is getting the better of my manners. He shifts again.

  “Always around you, yes, which is lucky for me, because I always want to fuck you.” He playfully picks up a large chunk of fish and drops it in his hungry mouth.

  “And lucky for me, because it seems I always want to be fucked.” That sounds wrong now that I have said it aloud, and his frown confirms this. “Always want to be fucked by you. Yeah, definitely meant to say it like that.” I put my chopsticks down and climb onto his lap, my legs wrapping around his waist and my naked sex resting directly above his straining erection. “You said something about a luxury bath?” I roll my hips enjoying the friction from the thin material over his hard length.

  “No, I said something about dessert, then bath.” His hands hold my hips still but keep the pressure securing me fixed against him.

  “I don’t think I could eat another thing.” The food was heavenly, but I am stuffed.

  “You may not, but I’m still hungry.” His eyes are liquid heat. He stands with my legs wrapped around his waist, and he carries me over to the large leather sofas in the corner of the room. He slips his robe from me and lays it flat on the sofa before he sits me down on top with my feet on the floor. “Don’t move.” Wouldn’t dream of it. He returns carrying the small pouring jug and a clear bowl with milky white cubes which he places on the coffee table. He kneels on the floor and spreads my legs. He runs a finger up my core. I jolt, my body instantly responding. “Mmmm.” He sucks the same finger slowly. “Now, you taste fucking amazing, and there is nothing that could improve what I’ve got before me, but you did mention something about fun?” I nod, because I am now breathless with excitement. “So in the spirit of fun, I’m going to add a few ingredients to this beautiful dessert.” He sweeps his hot palm across my tummy and squeezes my breast. “God, your tits are perfect”. He leans towards the table and picks up one of the cubes.

  His eyes scorch my body and fix on mine. “Now, hold very still, or this will get very messy very quickly.” He takes a white cube and draws tiny circles around my tight puckered nipple, and I instantly arch at the sting of the freezing cube. I can feel droplets as the cube melts against my flushed skin, and he dives to suck up the droplets before they run from my breast. The heat of his mouth and roughness of his tongue has my skin ablaze. “Hold still, remember?” He admonishes me with a warning scowl. I swallow the dryness in my throat. This is going to be impossible. He repeats the circling motion of the cube, moving from one nipple to the other. The initial shock of the cold has subsided, and I am able to remain still, despite the building pressure and need between my legs. The cube has melted, and my body is streaked with rivulets of white liquid. He then leans to retrieve the white jug and pours a single drop on my tummy. It’s warm liquid chocolate. He trails a line of chocolate droplets up between my breasts to my collar bone where the liquid pools in the indentation in the center. He continues to pour single drops on my breasts trying to hit the sensitive peaks, and each time sparks of desire shoot straight to my clit.

  He puts the jug down and admires his Jackson Pollack attempt at food art before leaning down and tortuously and slowly licking every drop from my body. I’m trembling on the edge, and although I know he poured no liquid there, I am molten hot between my legs. He eases his way down my body and carefully brings me to a mind-blowing climax with his gifted tongue. He holds me until my body stops convulsing, and my breathing becomes a little more normal.

  “Oh! Oh, wow!” I throw my arm over my face, still drawing in deep breaths. “I have got to try that. My turn.” I lift my head to meet his darkly heated glare and relaxed smile.

  He laughs. “No time, your timescale, baby, not mine.” He reminds me and laughs at my instant frown.

  “But?” I pout. He has already removed himself and the ingredients. “What are the white cubes?” I grab the robe, which is now a little sticky.

  “Frozen cream.” He places all the remaining ingredients on the island top.

  I take one of the cubes, dip it through the chocolate and pop it in my mouth. “Mmmm, that’s good.”

  “Chocolate, cream and you, nothing better.” He grins and wickedly licks his lips.

  I lower myself into the corner bath, which is the size of a small swimming pool. It’s so deep, I am floating and have to steady myself holding the edges. My smile is so wide right now, it’s too easy to believe this is real. Daniel strides in gloriously naked, and I know this isn’t real. No one really looks like that, with toned strong muscles, narrow waist, broad shoulders, and his thick long cock hard against his stomach.

  “It’s rude to stare.” He walks over and steps in behind me, sliding all that manliness around my slick wet body.

  “It would be ruder not to.” I sigh and lean back into his chest. He starts to cup water into my hair and washes me. I am relaxed and sated, soft and pliant. He could ask me anything and I couldn’t think of a good reason not to tell him or deny any request; but then I think, that is exactly the point when he begins to talk.

  “Now Bethany, this.” He waves his wet hand mockingly between us. “This is not just fun, and you know it. That’s not even debatable. But if it helps us to move forward by calling it that, if it helps you, we will call it fun. So, now, I would like to have as much fun with you as possible, as much as I can get.” I can’t help but giggle at this, abundantly aware that his heavy cock twitches against my back each time he says the word fun. “That means I want your schedule, so we can synchronize, and I want you to cut your work hours. I also want you to stay here with me.” He sounds like a petulant child, which just makes me laugh again.

  “Wow, Daniel, that’s some list.” I laugh and twist my neck round to see his own face fixed and frowning.

  “Before you respond, think carefully if you think I have got where I am today by not being single minded and determined at getting what I want.” His stern tone might be intimidating if h
e wasn’t all naked and wet, with his massive hard-on pressed against my backside.

  “And it’s very impressive, brilliant and inspiring, but getting what you want in this instance, well, it’s not that simple. I have commitments.” I pause before elaborating, “You can have my schedule, but it’s kind of full. I can’t cut my hours, as I need the money to pay for mum’s care. I guess I can stay here, sometimes, but I have to make arrangements first.” I roll my neck as I feel some tension start to build, I hate confrontations, and this feels a lot like one. His hands are on my neck in an instant squeezing and pressing the knots with his thumbs.

  “Cut some of your hours, and spend some of that time with me? It would make me very happy.” His soft voice is pleading, and I get the feeling that doesn’t happen very often, and I’m touched. I don’t understand, why me? And I don’t understand why I want to please him so much, but I do.

  “Daniel.” I exhale and lean my head to the side to look up to his face. I need to see his eyes; they are intense, sincere, and beautiful. “I’ll try, okay? But this fun has my flight instinct on high alert. You may be single minded and determined, but I’m all about self-preservation.” I nudge him with my elbow and receive instant hard fingers digging in my ribs making me squirm. “Bruise like a peach, remember?” I plead, and he stops, then squeezes me tight instead, holding me like that until the water starts to cool. He pats my body dry with the fluffiest towel and then proceeds to slather my skin in a ginger soufflé body cream. His hard erection brushing and poking my body throughout the process is driving me mad, but every time I try and make a play for him, he steps away with an arched brow and taps the watch he is wearing. I am being punished for my ridiculous curfew. But I can hardly cut my Late Night commitment if he wants me to reduce my hours at the restaurant.