Page 43 of Boomer (SEAL Team Tier 1, #7)

She was soaked . He groaned low, a filthy, male sound. “Fuck, Taylor….”

“Carter,” she gasped.

He circled her clit with the pad of his thumb, watching her fall apart beneath him, her head tipping back, her hips lifting, her hands clenching the sheets.

He delved deep, his dick thick and aching, kissing her neck.

Her collarbone. The swell of her breast. Then he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked deep, tongue hot and deliberate.

She cried out, clutching him harder, her thighs locking tighter around his hips.

He didn’t stop. He thrust into her again, slow, deep, a drag of heat and tension that made her whole body tremble.

Then again, harder, absorbing her response, her cry.

His rhythm built with purpose, measured but growing, every stroke claiming more of her, every flex of his hips a silent vow…

mine . He didn’t hurry. But he didn’t relent.

His fingers worked her slowly, steadily, until her legs trembled and she gasped his name, hips jerking beneath him while he moved over her like a man finally allowed to feel.

Smoothing his hands up along the back of her calves, he gradually eased her legs wider and wider apart to make room for him in between, pulling out of her.

He moved down her body, knowing what she wanted, what she needed. When he reached the heart of her, her sex soft and swollen, he parted her and caressed her with his tongue. She arched her hips against his mouth, seeking and silently begging for release.

He closed his eyes and groaned, doubling his efforts to give her what she was craving while his cock, caught between his hips and the mattress, throbbed and ached to be back inside her.

He drew her core into his mouth, used his tongue to stroke her and increase her pleasure. Her fingers knotted tighter in his hair, and a soft moan escaped her. With heat and intent, he continued his erotic assault.

She inhaled sharply, jolted against him in response, then succumbed as her orgasm crested and she moaned, surrendering to the powerful rush of sensation rippling through her and against his tongue.

He nudged her legs wide apart, slid up over her delectable body, settling between her toned thighs.

She splayed her palms on his chest, glided them up and over his biceps several times, then to his shoulders and around his neck, arching against him, and hooked her calves against the back of his thighs, urging him back inside.

He pulled back just enough to look down between them, guiding his cock to her entrance, dragging the thick head through her slickness, coating himself in her arousal.

He buried himself deep inside her, every inch of his body tuned to hers, pressing every pressure point with instinct and intention. Her breasts, her lips, her slick, pulsing core, all of it begged to be known, and he knew her now. Mapped her like terrain. Studied her like a charge that mattered.

His cock slid deep, slow, like it belonged there, like a charge perfectly fitted to the load.

He lingered. Pressed. Felt her flutter around him. She made a sound. Soft. Shattering. It cut through him like a live wire, driving straight into the center of his control.

He wanted to thrust, to pound into her until she was wrecked and glowing and wrecked again.He wanted to detonate her and feel her come undone in their blast radius.

“Boomer… what… I can’t… oh, please…”

The words anchored him. Tempered him. Made him dig deep, drawing on the same restraint that kept him steady over live charges and razor-thin lines between life and death.

Thrusting deep, he found that place, the one that made her tense, gasp, whimper. He knew what she needed. Knew how to guide her there. His thumb circled slowly. His hips rolled deeper. His cock pressed into that sweet, swollen spot, the one that made her legs shake.

“Explode for me, darlin’…” he whispered, voice thick with heat and promise. “I know how to fuck you where you can’t fight it. Let go. Give it to me. I’ve wanted it since the second I saw you. Let me in, all the way. Let me fuck you until you give me everything.”

Her breath caught. Her body arched. His words lit the fuse. She cried out, her body undulating, the tremors of her tight sheath vibrating with her powerful orgasm.

Taylor reared up and twisted to her knees, dislodging him and pushing him back against the headboard in a move he loved but hadn’t expected.

She took control, distracting him with the soft press of her lips to his chest and the hot, damp trek of her lush mouth skimming its way down to his stomach as she moved lower, then lower still.

“You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen,” she whispered.

His panting breath labored as her slender, elegant fingers followed, stroking along his taut abs until she reached his waist, then his huge, rock-hard dick. She nuzzled his belly, and he almost lost his damn mind…again.

Before he could inhale his next ragged breath, she wrapped her hand tight around the straining length. Uncontrollably, he thrust his hips against her hand, and she made a soft sound at his helpless response.

His entire body shuddered, and he clenched his fists into the sheet, realizing just how much power this woman actually had over him. Especially when she held him in the palm of her hand the way he’d fantasized for what seemed like a lifetime.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she knelt between his thighs, giving him a sly, seductive look in the heated depths of her eyes.

She stroked him, tormenting him, cupping his aching balls and sending pleasure shooting up his dick, tingling in the throbbing tip.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as she used her other hand to rub her thumb over the sensitive head while still fondling his sack.

If that wasn’t enough for him to bear, he lost it when she took every single hard inch of him into the silky, wet heat of her mouth.

His hips moved again, coming off the bed.

He groaned at the delicious friction she created with her lips, tongue, and fingers as she slid up and down his throbbing erection.

She added suction, and his body tensed as he fought against the overwhelming urge to come.

He needed to get inside her, again , and it was that urgent, desperate thought that drove him to reach for Taylor and pull her back up.

In a quick, lithe move, he had her flat on her back.

Her eyes urged him on as her hands went to his torso and down his body to his dick again, guiding his engorged shaft to the sweet, giving entrance to her body.

Unable to wait another moment longer to fuck her again, he moved up and over her body and felt the head of his dick glide along her sex as he pinned her beneath him, in a primal, caveman move that felt so good.

Her hands gently cupped his face as she gently caressed his cheeks and jaw.

Their eyes met and held, hers filled with dark desire.

He watched as she gasped and arched into him when he abruptly thrust into her, a seemingly endless journey as he drove himself to the hilt.

She was snug around him, like slick, wet satin gripping his shaft, and it was an intensely erotic sensation that made his head spin.

Her bare breasts were crushed against his chest, her knees bracketed his hips, and the urge to possess her in the most elemental way possible overwhelmed him.

Tangling his fingers in Taylor’s soft, thick hair, he held her head in his hands and slanted his mouth across hers in a hot, deep, demanding kiss.

She rolled him to his back. Sliding her hand across his naked chest, she pressed him back, and he yielded as she climbed onto him, guided him back into her with a ragged intake of air.

Bracketing his face with her hands, she held his head immobile as she moved against him, her mouth brushing his with provoking lightness, his breathing heavy at the pleasure her hips generated each time she moved.

Aware of her every breath, every heartbeat, every movement she made, he thrust in frantic rhythm to the way she rode him.

A low sound rumbled out of him as he grasped her hips, and brute forced her body over his abs, chest dragging her sweet core to his waiting mouth.

She braced her knees and cried out, her hips thrusting against his mouth, his tongue finding her swollen sex, the sweet taste of her driving him insane. She rode him, her hips pumping.

He closed his eyes and groaned, doubling his efforts to give her all he had.

He drew her clit into his mouth, used his tongue to stroke and caress and increase her pleasure.

Her fingers knotted tighter in his hair, and a soft groan escaped her lips.

In response, his balls drew up hard, and his cock jutted painfully toward his belly, aching with the need to be buried to the hilt inside her again.

With heat and possessive intent, he sucked on her.

She inhaled sharply, jolted against him in shock, then gave herself over to his erotic assault.

Before long, he felt her thighs quiver, felt her legs buckle as her orgasm crested, heard her sweet moan as she tumbled headlong into that powerful rush of sensation rippling through her.

He kept her from completely collapsing with a strong hand pressed to her stomach, and when he was certain he’d given her every last bit of pleasure he could, he gently slid her off his mouth, pressed her to her back.

Then he had to fuck her.

Every thrust came harder, deeper, the rhythm stretching between restraint and raw need. He lost himself in it, in her, in the way she gasped against his throat, in the way her thighs gripped his hips like she didn’t want him to stop.

His pace grew faster, rougher. Not careless—but ruthlessly focused , driven by something he couldn’t name. With every stroke, he felt himself thicken inside her, pleasure tightening down hard and hot until it was all he could feel.

He tore his mouth from hers, head dropping to her shoulder as the tension snapped inside him. His body arched, his breath ragged—then a low, guttural sound ripped from his chest as he drove into her one last time, hard, deep, full .

He came with a force that cracked him open. Pleasure rolled through him like fire and thunder, wave after punishing wave, until he collapsed against her, shattered and gasping, his face pressed to the curve of her neck.

His arms wrapped around her tightly. Not just from release—but from everything else that pulsed just beneath it.

“ Taylor ,” he whispered, her name the only thing left when all the noise had burned away. The only thing that still made sense.

The tremors subsided, but he couldn’t let go. Not yet.

His body felt hollowed out, undone from the inside—but safe. Held.

Her fingers slid into his hair, stroking gently, grounding him like she’d always known how.

He didn’t speak. Just breathed her in.

I’m here, her touch seemed to say. I’m not going anywhere.