Free Hot SEALs: SEAL's Ultimate Challenge by Elle James Page A

on his own.
    He did, slipping his fingers between her folds to flick the stretch of flesh packed tightly with nerves.
    Gasping, Leigha arched her back, digging her heels into the mattress. She raised her hips. “Again,” she said. “Please.”
    Again, he stroked her and tingles rippled through her body, spreading from her core outward, to the tips of her fingers and toes. Reaper dragged her panties down her legs and off, then dropped to his knees, scooted her bottom to the edge of the bed, and kissed along her inner thigh.
    She moaned, her sex tingling in anticipation, quivering with excitement, because she was eager to feel the flick of his tongue on her most sensitive place.
    And he delivered. Sliding his hand across the tuft of hair, he slipped inside, wet his finger, dragged it up to her clit, and swirled until she squirmed. Then he leaned closer and flicked her with his tongue, once.
    She dug her fingers into his hair and urged him to do it again. “Please,” she begged, spreading her thighs, drawing her heels up his backside. “Please,” she repeated, her voice ragged, her body on fire, the need so great she would die if he didn’t take her soon.
    His relentless tonguing sent her over the top. Leigha, used to calling the shots in bed, conceded victory to Reaper as he launched her to the heavens, giving her the most incredible release she’d ever experienced. She rode the pleasure for as long as she possibly could. When she peaked and started down the other side, she clutched his shoulders and dragged him up her body. Next, she scooted back on the bed and spread her legs, offering herself, praying he’d take her up on the offer.
    He stood beside her bed, his eyelids drooped to half-mast, but his nostrils flared like a bull preparing for a charge. “Protection?”
    “In the drawer, I think.” Dear Lord, she prayed her stash was still there from a time she’d almost brought one of her classmate’s home from school, desperate for company and sex. At the last minute, Leigha had changed her mind, realizing sex for the sake of sex was pretty pathetic. But a girl could never be too prepared.
    He found a packet, tore it open, and worked the condom free.
    Seeing him struggle, she reached for it.
    But he held up his hand. “I have to be able to do everything myself, better than a man with two hands.”
    She laid back and smiled, her body humming with the afterglow of her orgasm. “So far, I’d give you an A+. But don’t make me wait too long.”
    “On it.” He slipped the condom over the head and down his incredibly long, thick shaft, in one fluid movement.
    “Do you want me to be on top?” she offered.
    “No. I have to do this right.” He climbed up between her legs on his knees and leaned over her, balancing on one arm. He nudged her entrance with his cock, sliding the tip in and out, coating it in her juices.
    His actions teased her until she wanted to scream. “Now,” she whispered.
    In one hard, swift thrust, he buried himself inside, driving deep all the way to his hilt.
    He filled her channel, stretching her deliciously with his wide girth. For a long moment, he held himself inside, giving her body a chance to get used to him, to accommodate his size. Then he slid back out.
    Leigha’s channel contracted, dragging at him, willing him to come back inside. Another slow, steady glide in and out, and she was ready to scream. “Faster.” She threw back her head, dug her heels into the mattress, and pushed up to meet him. “Sweet Jesus, faster.”
    He complied, hammering into her again and again, the thrusts so hard and furious that the headboard banged into the wall. He backed off only a little to keep from disturbing the neighbors, but continued his campaign to make her come a second time.
    As her body tensed, his did, too. One last thrust sent her over the edge, flying into the land of tingling nerves and quivering body parts.
    He buried himself so deep he became one with her body, his cock