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He moved his hands and brought his head down. She cried out as his tongue touched her nipple. He felt her shudder at the impact of his tongue on her warm flesh. Amy caught fire in his arms. Ryker was in heaven that she was burning so bright and so fast. He looked down at her face and saw her biting her lip, her face suffused with passion.
It was clear to him what she needed. He continued to taste the sublime texture of her nipple, licking, savoring, and then he took the brown rose nub into his mouth. She arched up with a sigh. He continued to hold her breast to his lips while his other hand began a languid journey down her torso, unbuttoning her black slacks, then unzipping them.
He had to let go of her to divest her of her trousers and socks, which left her in just her small black panties. He traced the gusset and he could feel how damp they were.
Yeah, Amy was with him every step of the way.
“Take off your clothes, Ryker. All of them this time.”
“I put a ring on your finger and you become a demanding little thing, don’t you?”
“Shut up, Ryker, and strip.”
Ryker damn near ripped off his clothes, and he thought he would have a heart attack when Amy sat up and gently wrapped her fist around his cock. “You feel so good,” she crooned.
“We’ll get to that part of the show some other time. First, we’re going for the Amy appetizer.”
Amy frowned up at him, and he whisked her panties off her long legs, then pushed her legs wide, and pulled her to the end of the bed where he could kneel in front of her and worship.
“Wait!” she wailed. “This is advanced sex education. I’m not ready for this class.”
“I’m a great teacher. You’ll ace the class, easy,” he assured her.
She laid back, and he saw just how damp her curls were. Then he looked down further and saw her pink tender folds. They were glistening wet. He bent his head and began to delicately trace patterns in her flesh with his tongue, tasting and listening, enjoying himself as he got to enjoy her erotic flavor, and exalting as he heard her sighs of pleasure.
When she grabbed his hair, he wanted to laugh in triumph, but it just made him continue his ministrations all the more, taking her higher and higher. Until finally, she tugged his hair so hard his eyes began to water, and then her thighs gripped his head so tightly that he thought he might end up seeing stars.
“I can’t get there, Ryker.” She sounded so dismayed.
That was so easy to fix. He pressed two fingers into her virginal channel and at the same time, he took the beautiful pearl of flesh between his teeth and sucked hard.
She screamed out his name. And kept screaming. Until finally her screams went to moans.
He’d pulled a condom out of his jacket when he’d undressed. He put it on now. He looked up and saw Amy watching him through slitted eyelids.
“Are you ready for the main event?”
“Jesus, Ryker, if that was just the warm-up, I think you’re going to kill me with that thing,” she said as she waved toward his penis.
“Don’t worry, Amy, I’ve done studies; this weapon does not kill.”
She started laughing, just as he had hoped. At that moment, he entered her and slid through her protective virginal barrier, and stopped. He looked into her face, and the discomfort was now replaced by a wide smile.
“Your studies were correct,” she giggled.
He couldn’t help it. He had to kiss her. He had to.
His long, languid kisses resulted in her undulating upwards and him pulling out, then thrusting back in. They were kissing with their lips and their bodies, every part of themselves trying to meld with one another.
He broke free of their kiss so that he could thrust harder and watch her face. Take her higher and higher up, to that ultimate peak. Her head arched backward, the tendons in her neck grew rigid, and she let loose a silent scream.
“I love you, Amy,” he whispered into the night. “I’ll always love you.”
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“Be still my heart. Is this the same jackass who was bitching about love and getting on our nerves every other hour?” Jonas Wulff wanted to know as he walked up to reception with many of the other members of Omega Sky and some of the members of Night Storm.
Ryker was positive his face was turning fourteen different shades of red. The last time another SEAL team member had gotten flowers…from a girlfriend…was when she was pissed off at him and wanted to yank his chain. But here he was holding a huge bouquet of red roses with baby’s breath.
