Page 96 of Her Forever SEAL

The sun was shining, and it was slanting through the window at a perfect angle to kiss Sophia’s fair skin, almost making her glow.

Like an angel.

“Mason, you’re staring.”

“Yeah, I guess I am. Now be quiet for another minute.”

She pushed out her lower lip in a pout. Normally that would make him laugh, but not today. Today he was looking at the miracle in his bed. The woman he had rescued in an alley twenty-two years ago. The woman who had been filling up his life with laughter, love, and joy.

And meaning. There is no way he could have been doing the job he had, without having her guiding light to come home to after each mission. He would have faltered. He would have tried to stay on a good path, but his job would have eaten him alive. He wouldn’t be someone a fourteen-year-old girl could consider a hero. Not without this woman holding his spirit deep in her heart.

Sophia reached up, both palms cupping his cheeks. “Those are pretty deep thoughts, Lieutenant Commander. Want to share?”

He shook his head. “Just focusing on what’s important.”

“And?”

“What’s important is how many laces are on this corset, and how long will it take me to get you out of it.” He smiled.

“If you’re a really good Navy SEAL, I’ll tell you about the zipper on the side,” she whispered.

Mason’s hand slid down the side of the satin confection, and unzipped the corset. He watched as Sophia’s smooth skin was exposed, and felt all the blood from his head rush to his cock.

Sophia’s hands started to wander as he began peeling her out of the corset. First she was caressing his chest, then she was stroking down his sides, then her nails scratched his back, before circling back to his front and grasping his cock.

“God,” he moaned. “That feels good.”

“You always say that,” she purred.

“That’s because it’s always true.”

He saw the ways her nipples puckered as she caressed his penis and grinned to himself. He loved the fact that she got off on pleasuring him. How in the hell had he gotten so lucky?

He bent down and took a red-tipped nipple into his mouth and suckled with just the right amount of pressure to make Sophia moan. But not too much that would have her stop caressing him. He circled her nub with his tongue, as his hands roamed around her body, until they finally drifted to the damp curls between her thighs.

Drenched.

His wife was soaking wet, just for him.

He plunged two fingers deep, and she cried out. He grinned.

“That feels so fucking good. Do it again, Mason.”

Damn, it just made him harder when he got her so hot she started swearing.

He pressed his fingers deeper inside her, then twisted them. Her heels dug into their mattress, and her hips arched upwards. She was shaking. She was so damned close.

He brushed her hands away from his penis, and moved so he could push his cock inside her.

So good.

Every.

Fucking.

Time.

It felt so damned good.