Free Nashville SEAL: Jameson: Nashville SEALs by Sharon Hamilton

pressing against her cervix. Then his slow in and out movements, the changing angles of his hips as he undulated his sexual dance with her, as she responded in kind, meeting his depth with pressure, her muscles tightening not willing to let him go as he retreated.
    Her body was on fire. She widened her stance, giving him as much as she could of herself. He thrust in and pulled her up by the waist, balancing her on his cock. She squirmed against his back, twisting her butt checks, angling her neck and head tight against his. She craved the grunt and low howl emanating from his chest, the hot breath on the back of her neck.
    All of a sudden her orgasm hit in an explosion of lights behind her eyes. She moaned his name over and over again. Her bones turned to rubber. She needed his help to hold her up. She needed the strength of his love, the abundance of his character that would never give up, bringing vitality and life to her world. His love, the way he made love, was what she craved more than life itself.
    “Yes, baby, right here with you, baby,” he said just before he came.
    And he was right there with her, next to her, in her, everywhere. He braced her, helped her hold on as her body shook, as she struggled to breathe, as she released herself to him completely.
    She lay back against him as they recovered. She couldn’t bring herself to bear weight on her legs when at last she tried. Her arms hung limply down in front of her, but he still held her up. He adjusted her body, his heart beating hard, making her own chest rumble with the vibration. She moved her hips from side to side on his cock, and then leaned against the cool granite tiles, pressing her forehead against the cool wall. Sounds of the shower came back to her as her ears stopped buzzing, as her breathing returned to normal. But he was still there, deep inside her.
    “Baby, are you okay?”
    “I’ve never felt like this before. Jameson, I don’t think I can move.”
    “Are you sure you’re okay?”
    She regretfully slid off his shaft, her toes hitting the shower floor, then turned, bracing her back against the wall. He started to untie the ribbons.
    “No.” She curled her arms to the side, protecting her binding. “I don’t want to let go of these. I am yours, Jameson. Forever. I belong to you. I will do anything for you, go anywhere, endure anything, any danger, risk anything but your life or Charlotte’s.” She held her arms out to him. “This reminds me there is only one way. Your way.”
    He slipped her arms over his head, resting her wrists on his shoulders and kissed her. “Sweetheart. Thank you. I didn’t mean to—”
    “You didn’t hurt me. I have never felt so loved, Jameson. Never.” She inhaled his tongue, hiking her knees over his hips. He carried her that way all the way to the bed.
    Laying her down, he ran to the bathroom and got their towels. He watched as she writhed on the bed, smiling up at him. He was drying himself off with the towel, following from his back and shoulders, down his thighs. He rubbed the towel in his hair, and then lowered it to dry his cock, still stiff from their lovemaking.
    Wet and slippery, still bound, her arms pushing her breasts together, she found her opening and placed two fingers inside. Telling him she was desperate for more.

Chapter 9
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    J ameson, Lizzie and Charlotte said their goodbyes to Nick and Devon at the Sonoma County Schulz Airport. The two ladies acted like they’d known each other their whole lives. The truth was she hadn’t met Devon until this weekend.
    “Everything was perfect. And I think you have a new fan or perhaps little sister,” Lizzie said, kneeling down to be at eye level with Charlotte. Devon followed suit.
    “Miss Charlotte, you must come back. Lilly will be an even better playmate then. She’ll show you all kinds of things about the winery and the gardens.”
    “Okay.” Charlotte got shy and buried her face in Jameson’s leg before he picked her up. She