With her heart pounding and her lungs in desperate need of air, Cambrie clung to Miller’s neck while he buried his face into the crook of her shoulder as they rode out the final spasms of her orgasm together.
When his cock slid from her slickness, he stood to clean himself. Returning to the couch, he lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.
“Can’t give you too much time to recover, babe. I’m wanting my fill of you and, somehow, I’m scared I’ll never get it,” he said, storming through her bedroom door and laying with her on the bed.
“That makes two of us.”
Chapter Eighteen
Cambrie sighed with complete contentment. If she never got out of bed again, she’d be a happy woman as long as Miller remained with her.
“I can only give you a few minutes to regain your energy, Cambrie, because lying in this bed with your naked body cuddled to mine is just too much for me to handle. Fair warning. I already want to flip you onto your back and bury my cock deep inside your sweet pussy.”
She purred and stretched with a laziness she hadn’t allowed herself in a long time. The clock beside the bed read one in the morning, but she was too aroused to be sleepy. Being close to Miller was an automatic turn on. His voice stirred visions of lovemaking each time he spoke of his desires.
“I’m trying to decide which sex toy I want to use with you,” she said, contemplating more loving.
A growl escaped his throat as his arm slid under her to haul her on top of his chest with hardly any effort. “I swear, baby, talk like that will get you kidnapped.”
She laughed and toyed with the soft chest hairs sprinkled over his muscles. “No need to kidnap me, hun. I’ll be right here always.” Her words did something to the jovial expression he had worn all night.
A seriousness etched into the faint lines around his eyes. “You’ve never thought of living somewhere other than Maddyville, Cambrie?”
Well, wasn’t that a mood killer. “No, not since I returned from Nashville after Aunt Annabelle’s illness. I could never leave her again.”
“Understood.”
The air hung with unspoken words. Maybe it’d be best to not broach such a tough subject, one that had no real answers or solutions. But the conversation had already been started, leaving it in the middle wouldn’t serve a purpose either. “It’s like you, Miller, not being able to imagine leaving the military.”
He sighed and twirled a strand of her hair in his fingers, keeping eye contact. “I’ve never had to think of settling down outside of military life. My career has always taken precedence over all other things. Until now. Until you. But the military is in my blood. I could quit, sure, but then I’d be miserable. I just can’t think of a way to make us work in the long run when we have such obstacles separating us.”
A knot formed in her throat. Avoiding this topic would’ve been so much better than facing the reality of their limitations.
“I’ve already told you that I’d never ask you to leave the military or choose between me and your career, Miller. No matter how much I enjoy our time together and wish it could be more.”
“And I’d never ask you to leave your aunt. So we’re fucked and not in a good way.” His tone filled with a sadness she had never heard from him before.
With her heart ready to shatter into pieces at the bleak outlook, she spoke quietly. “Even if you were to retire or something, Maddyville just doesn’t have opportunities for someone like you. And a career change is a decision you’d need to make on your own. I wouldn’t want you to do something you know you will eventually regret and maybe end up resenting me for your decision.”
“So what do we do?” His eyes held the same concern she felt. “Long distance relationships rarely work out.”
Never had a question held so much angst. “I don’t know. You can’t keep coming here for a day and leaving to return to work. It’s not fair to you. You’ll exhaust yourself.”
“Always worrying about everyone but yourself, Cam. I’m fine. I wouldn’t travel if I couldn’t do it. But the need to see you again overwhelms me and it’s all I can think about after a mission is complete.”
“And us not being together in a more realistic fashion doesn’t bother you?”
“Well, of course it does, but I’m not willing to give up on us just yet, baby. No one knows what the future will hold, but at least we can work with the present, right?”
“Who knew you were so philosophical?” she teased, enjoying his insight, letting it ease her anxiety.
“Just stating the truth, my dear. We can take it day by day.”
“Winter’s coming soon. Quick visits will be even more difficult.”
“Then we have to wait for me to have time for longer stays. After this visit, I can’t get back for a few months anyways due to the team’s schedule. But we shouldn’t dwell on the future. Let’s enjoy this time and we’ll figure out something. Sometimes impossible problems have a way of working themselves out.” He kissed her forehead, the simple endearment comforting.
“Can I tell you something that might make you mad?” she asked, needing to explain part of her feelings while they lingered in the awkward moment.
His eyebrows creased, adding sternness to his hard features. “Sure. But I won’t promise not to get mad.”
Fair enough. “Um, I have to admit that it’s hard to send you off on missions. I get to thinking it may be the last time I see you.” She blinked quickly to ward off tears. “It reminds me of how my parents left that night and never came back.”
“Aww, honey,” he said, his lips reaching hers for a brief touch. “Never think like that. I don’t ever want to be the reason for your pain. I swear, I’m extremely careful on missions. I believe in my training and in my team. We have each other’s backs always. Always. I happen to like living. I’d never go down without a fight, especially knowing you’re here waiting, thinking of me.”
“I have complete confidence in your ability to do your job, Miller. But your missions sound so dangerous and the lack of communication is scary. Not being able to reach you is nerve-wracking, not knowing if you’re alive or dead.”
“Yeah, I know that part does suck. I’m sorry.”
“Then sometimes I’d say to myself that I should just walk away from you and not go through the pain of worrying how you’re doing and not finding out until you can get in touch.”
His eyes widened. “You’d walk away from me, Cambrie? Walk away from us before giving us a chance to work out?”
“Yes, I would.” By the pained expression on his face, her honesty shocked him. His eyes narrowed and his jaw stiffened. “But I’d like to think I’m learning not to run from life any more. But it’s taking me some time to learn how not to since I’ve been doing it since I was seven.”
“And you should know I wouldn’t let you run. That wouldn’t be fair to either of us. I’m here for you, Cambrie. Maybe not always in person but know that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
“And you know, Miller, that not having you at all would hurt more than losing you for a little time here and there. But I guess what I’m thinking is that I wouldn’t be cut out for military life anyway.”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re so spanked, baby girl.”
“What? Why’s that?”
“For putting yourself down.”
“How the hell am I doing that?”
He flicked her hair over her shoulder and toyed with the long strands. “By thinking you’re not cut out for military life. Honey, you’re already living military life in a way. Just because you don’t reside on base doesn’t mean shit. You’re still a part of my life, you support my military service, you spend days worrying about what I’m up to, you keep the passion alive with your emails, texts, calls, and most of all by welcoming me back into your arms after I’ve been gone. So, hate to break the news to you, babe, but you’ve been doing a damn fucking great job. And you don’t even know it.”
She laug
hed. “I love your mouth, Miller. Never know what’s going to come out of it. The fact that you speak your mind is an admirable quality. Very sexy.”
The corner of his mouth lifted to form a smirk. “That so?”
“Very so.” Falling in love hadn’t been part of the deal when she first emailed Miller. Looking back, she couldn’t say exactly when it happened, but she couldn’t imagine loving anyone else. “And I do believe you told me to remind you to spank me.”
“That’s right, you’ve been a naughty girl, tempting me with this hot body all night, grinding this beautiful ass into my cock while dancing. All these curves showcased in that fucking hot mermaid costume. My God, I love every surprise you give me, Cambrie.”
But do you love me? The words stayed on her tongue without being spoken. She couldn’t bear knowing if he didn’t love her like she did him.
There was still a very good chance his feelings for her, while serious, weren’t true love. Even if he loved her, it changed nothing. She wouldn’t leave Maddyville and he wouldn’t leave the military.
Being together would have to mean stolen moments like this. Still, she didn’t regret falling in love with Miller. How could she ever regret this wonderful feeling bubbling inside her heart for this bad ass Navy SEAL currently staring at her like she was a delicate dessert.
“You also promised me wild and hot sex. Or did you forget?” she teased, thankful the mood had turned back to playful. No sense wasting their remaining hours together debating issues out of their control.
A low growl emanated from his throat as he rolled her onto her back. “Just remember you said that, sweetheart.” With a quick smack of his lips against hers, he jumped from the bed and strutted to the pile of sex toys in her nightstand.
Returning to the bed, he dropped the toys on the sheets. Cambrie leaned up on her elbows and crawled onto all fours. The urge to taste him overwhelmed her. “Bring that magnificent cock over here. I owe you the pleasure you’ve shown me.”
His grin widened as he stepped closer to the bed, his long, muscular body standing before her. “Baby, anything for you.” His cock jutted out from his body, saluting her. The thick purplish head already glistened with drops of pearly white cum.
Taking hold of his cock, she stroked her fingers up and down the length, thrilled how the erection filled her grip. “When you were licking my pussy, I wanted your cock in my mouth.”
He shook his head, standing with his hands on his hips. “Christ, Cambrie. Are you trying to make me come before your pretty mouth even sucks my cock?”
A smile formed on her lips as she leaned forward and licked at the beckoning cum. Salty and hot, a combination she couldn’t get enough of as she slid her mouth over the steel length of his engorged cock.
A moan echoed in the room and encouraged her to continue her attentions. With her jaw opened as far as it would go, she barely accommodated his thickness. Taking the solid size of him to the back of her throat earned more moans and groans. His hips rocked back and forth to fuck her mouth slowly. God, had she always had this power within her to drive a man wild?
When his hand fisted in her hair and held her in position to keep his cock in her mouth, a wave of lust hit her, increasing her rhythm until slurping sounds filled the room with his moans.
“Oh, Christ. Baby. Don’t. Stop.” Miller’s voice trembled like his body.
Cambrie couldn’t stop. Addicted to the power she wielded against this hulk of a man, Cambrie continued on, sucking his cock with an urgency she felt deep within her womb, how she had to taste him, had to give him the same pleasure he always gave her.
She ran her tongue along the thick vein that covered the length of his cock, reading somewhere of the intensity it held when stroked.
“I’m. Gonna. Come.” The strangled words blurted from him. “Swallow me, baby. Oh, God. Please.”
She wouldn’t have it any other way as she prepared for his explosion, his cock flexing within her mouth. The first spurts of hot cum hit her tongue before she took him to the back of her throat. Hot bursts of the salty liquid ran down her throat while she greedily took her fill until each drop had been expelled and his cock empty of its seed.
His hand released her head and she felt him shudder. With slow movements, she eased his erection from her mouth, lapping over the length of him before looking up. The contentment she witnessed in the depths of the dancing eyes staring down at her filled her with pride. But she didn’t have long to rejoice.
Miller settled her onto her belly in the middle of the bed. Raising her hands above her head, he slapped the handcuffs over her wrists. Lying stretched out with no way to move her arms, she was as vulnerable as ever but still had complete trust in Miller to keep her safe.
A beefy hand landed across her ass with a loud smack.
“Ow.” She hadn’t been prepared for the slap but was when the next one followed. Her body reacted to the sting on her exposed ass. Between her legs, her juices ran over her pussy lips, the coolness against her throbbing flesh very noticeable.
“You have the best ass to spank, Cam,” he said, running a finger around the curve of her bottom. “Love the pink color where my hand left its print.”
Oh, his words unglued her and she allowed the naughty girl within her to awaken. “I’ve been naughty. Spank me harder, Miller. Let me feel it.”
It amazed her when the words fell from her lips, but she couldn’t deny the urges deep inside her body or how she wished to be at Miller’s mercy to experience the greatest pleasures only he could offer her.
“Not to worry, baby. When I’m done spanking you, you’ll be lucky to sit down for a week. This hot ass is about to get even hotter.”
Her pussy convulsed with his declaration. Oh, how she wished she could rub her clit, touch herself. But the binds at her wrists prevented such. The restraints only served to increase her arousal, drive her desire beyond measure.
From behind her, Miller’s hand rained down over the cheeks of her ass, one side then the other side, back and forth, keeping a steady stream of spanks cascading over her fiery butt. The heat created by his hand penetrated to her pussy where the greedy muscles spasmed in anticipation of the orgasm building within the depths of her womb.
“Oh, Miller. Ow.”
“Remember, if you want me to stop, if it gets to be too much, use your safe word. Otherwise, I’ll decide when this naughty ass has had enough punishment.”
Breathe. The reminder whooshed air into her oxygen-starved lungs as she hovered somewhere between pleasure and torment. “Make me come, Miller. I. Need. To Come. Oh, please. Ow. Oh.”
“Maybe I won’t let you come. Maybe I like to hear you beg and beg.”
She whimpered, wanting to strangle him. “Be careful, Miller. Two can play that game,” she warned, fighting the binds.
His laugh sounded menacing while he continued spanking her. “Maybe so, but right now you’re at my mercy. Beg me to let you come and I just might.”
Oh, he wanted to torture her tonight. She moaned unable to fight the rising needs within her body. “Please let me come.”
“I think you can do much better than that. I need to know how badly you want to come.”
She could plot his death or beg to come. Good thing for him the latter appealed more. “Miller! Make me come. Please. Oh, God, please. I need to come. Make. Me. Come.”
Her body hummed in new places each time they made love. Deep inside her pussy, muscles quivered, came alive, roaring through her womb on a mission.
“Miller! Miller! Yes. Oh, Miller!”
The orgasm hit full force, unleashing a fury of trembles and shivers. With her arms stretched above her head and still held in place by the cuffs, Cambrie convulsed as Miller’s hand landed one more spank to her sore bottom before he began gentle massaging of the stinging flesh.
She was lost in the euphoria of her release, floating somewhere between pleasure and pain as her ass smarted from the spanking and her pussy throbbed with the power of the orga
sm.
“I swear, baby. I’ll never get tired of hearing you scream my name.”
Sinking into the mattress, her limbs weighing more than they should, Cambrie sucked in deep breaths. “You almost heard it yelled in frustration holding off orgasm for me. That was suicidal for you, Lt. Daly. I advise you not to try that again.”
Rolls of laughter echoed as he undid her hands, gently rubbing the wrists. “I’ll remember that, baby. Don’t get any ideas about moving from this bed. I’ve had to stare at this hot ass for too long now. I want to bury my cock in its tightness.”
Not wasting any time, Miller ran a lubed finger along the puckered entrance of her ass and slid inside. Her anal muscles offered some resistance, but his clever finger worked them quickly into submission and soon he fingerfucked her ass with ease.
Keeping her body in a constant state of arousal was his specialty, one that she was ever grateful for.
When his finger pulled out, disappointment filled her. But it was short lived as he inserted the lubed butt plug into her ass. The pinch lasted only seconds, replaced by a fullness that made her crave his cock to replace the toy.
“I need your cock in my ass, Miller. I want to feel your heat.”
With the butt plug secured in her ass, Miller’s hands rubbed her tender ass cheeks and the rest of her body with slow gentle caresses. The fire between her legs ignited once again with the tender nerves lining her pussy awakening from their spent passion.
Now a hunger consumed her again. Miller’s hand slid under her body to pinch her nipples until she writhed with desire.
“Miller, I don’t want to wait any longer. Fuck my ass like you fuck my pussy. I need you.”
He waited for no more pleas, removing the butt plug. A slurping sound caught her curiosity and she turned to see him slathering his cock with the lube. His erection sported its usual thickness and length. Just watching his hand jerk over the engorged cock aroused her beyond explanation. Wiping his hands on a towel, he moved toward the bed again.
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