“Are we needed for debrief?” she asked.
“You’re not needed for anything but a hot shower and my tongue between your legs.”
I wanted her beneath me and screaming my name, so I knew she was safe. Whole and all mine.
“And a snack,” Quincy added.
I smacked my forehead. “Shit. Yes. Snack first, then shower, then pussy licking.”
“I’d race you there, but I’m so tired I can barely put one foot in front of the other.”
I swept Quincy up into my arms and carried her. “Problem solved, Flyer. I’ve got you.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned her head on my shoulder. “I know,” she murmured.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
QUINCY
Things didn’t go exactlyto plan. Kennedy had fed me, snagging some crackers and making me a plate of a variety of leftovers. I’d scarfed it all down before being led to the shower where he’d soaped and touched and kissed every inch of my body. Especially my flat stomach.
He’d tucked us into bed and before he could do more than pull the blankets up, I’d fallen asleep.
His plan to get his tongue between my legs did happen though after a nap delay. Because him sucking and nibbling on my clit was how I woke up from it.
I arched my back and moaned.
“This is how I want to always wake up,” I murmured.
There was still light in the sky, so I must not have slept too long.
“I can make that happen.” Kennedy lifted his head enough to look up my bare body and meet my eyes. “Feeling okay?”
“Don’t stop, and I’ll feel better.” I reached down and ran my fingers through his silky hair.
“Yes, ma’am.”
SEALs were precise and thorough in their tasks. Diligent. Focused. That trait carried over into other things, like having my pussy eaten. He added a finger, then two and had me to the brink of coming in an admittedly short time.
I wasn’t sure if it was his skill or my desperate need for him.
Either way, I didn’t care.
“Don’t stop!” I cried, when he pushed up with those strong arms to hover over me. His lips glistened with my need.
“You’re going to be grounded soon,” he said.
I blinked at him.
“You want to talk about this now?” I asked, reaching up and grabbing his hair and trying to push him back down between my legs.
Instead of doing that, he shifted his hips, lined himself up at my entrance and thrust deep.
I moaned.
His eyes fell closed for a moment.
He felt so good. Thick and long, he filled me up.