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Please note, this is an excerpt from one of the sex scenes in Touched by Midas, my Navy SEAL story in the SEALs Going Hot anthology with Desiree Holt, Cerise Deland and Samantha Cayto. If you like the excerpt, I hope you'll buy the book. It's only $2.51, and a girl's gotta buy costumes for next year's WWW :)
Touched byMidas excerpt by Brenna Zinn
Scene:
Navy SEAL, Michael “Midas” Baudine, has succeeded in luring heroine, Angie
Summers, to his bed. Things quickly turn on the SEAL, but in all the best ways.
Angie
stripped off Midas’ shirt and propped herself up on a stack of firm pillows.
With the tip of one finger, she scraped beneath one of her lacy bra straps,
slowly, methodically going back and forth between her shoulder and the swell of
her breast. At what she gauged was the right time, she pushed the bit of lace
off her shoulder, letting the strap fall on to her arm. Midas watched as though
mesmerized.
Forging
on, she cupped a lace-covered breast and kneaded it for several beats, taking
care to pinch the hardened nipple before lowering her hand down the flat of her
belly. Without stopping, her fingers drifted beneath her panties. She arched
her back as she slipped the pads of two fingers through her soaked folds. She
looked up when she heard a gruff groan coming from the SEAL.
He stood,
stock still and completely naked, at the side of the bed. Sometime while she
lost herself in her naughty little show, he had taken off his underwear.
She
removed her hand from her panties, placed one of the wet fingertips in her
mouth and sucked. Another rough exhale sounded. Angie lowered her eyelids.
“Bad boy,
Midas,” she tsked. “I told you I wanted to take off your underwear. This is not
good. This is going to cost you.”
His cock
jerked. “Is that right?”
Oh, the
pleasure of holding a big man in her little palm. Why had she waited so long?
“That’s
right.” Angie shifted and dangled her legs over the side of the bed. She patted
the mattress. “This is where I want you to put your belly button. I want to see
that firm ass of yours in the air, sailor.”
He
hesitated.
She rose
from the bed, planting her feet shoulder-width apart and placing a fist on her
hip. Pointing toward the mattress, she reached deep down and found her voice of
authority.
“I said
put your mother-fucking belly button on the bed, sailor.”
Midas
complied.
The spot
she had chosen was nearly perfect. He was so tall, when bent at the waist, his
ass was almost at the right height.
Angie
moved behind him. Without warning, she tapped the inside of one of his calves
with her big toe.
“Spread
those legs.”
His back
stiffened, but he adjusted his feet. Now both rounded globes of his tight
backside stuck out at just the appropriate angle. Time for a little fun.
“I don’t
want to hear a peep from you , Midas. Not one squeak. Do you understand me?”
He had the
good sense to nod his answer.
“Excellent.”
There was
no way any amount of punishment she could dish out would hurt the SEAL. She was
too small to deliver any blow that could provide much more than a good sting.
Hardly the kind of play needing a safe word.
Angie
placed a fingernail on the right side of his ass and lightly scratched a line
on his skin to the left. An explosion of goose bumps rose over his bare back.
Nice.
His
reaction encouraged her to brush her palms up his spine to his shoulders. The
way back down, she raked her nails over his shoulder blades and on to the
fleshy part of his waist, not stopping until she found the curve beneath his
butt cheek.
While
hunched over him, she reached between his legs and cupped his balls. She’d
expected him to utter some low moan some other guttural noise. Other than a
quick inhale and a long exhale, he remained quiet. Pleased with his control,
she massaged his soft nads and gently pulled. Again, he said nothing.
Did SEALs
go through sexual torture training? She’d have to ask. Later.
She found
his cock and did her best to wrap her fingers around its girth. Only the tips
of her middle finger and thumb touched.
Impressive.
When she
started stroking, his head fell forward onto the mattress and his knees
slightly bent. She released her hold and gave one of his ass cheeks a solid
smack, followed immediately by another thwack to the other cheek.
She nearly
roared with laughter when she heard his muffled but enthusiastic, “Fuck yeah!”
“You aren’t
being quiet, naughty boy,” she chided when she controlled her chuckles. “Do I
need to spank you again?”
He turned
his face from the mattress. “Do what you gotta do.”
As much as
she would love to give his booty another good whack, the two she’d already
struck stung her hand like nobody’s business. He clearly liked to be paddled
though. Why not give the guy more? She certainly didn’t mind reddening his
backside.
Angie
glanced around the room and found a pair of flip-flops that had been tossed
carelessly on the floor. After retrieving one sandal and brushing off sand from
its sole, she tapped the flimsy shoe in her palm.
“I’m going
to paddle you ten times on both sides of your ass. When I’m done, you’re going
to turn over and scoot onto the mattress. Understood?”
He beamed.
Tiny
bubbles of glee filled her as though she’d just finished off a bottle of
sparkling water. Damn this was fun.
She
positioned herself behind him, found a solid stance and commenced with swatting
his cute ass exactly ten times on each side. When she finished, a pretty shade
of pink stained his butt. Based on the way Midas hollered, “Yeah, baby,” and
wagged his bottom each time the flip flop met his flesh, he seemed to be
enjoying the play as much as she did administering the smacks.
As she’d
ordered, Midas turned over and lay across the bed when she’d finished. He
looked at her expectantly.
“I want
you to watch carefully. There may be a test when I’m done,” she said, caressing
her breasts.
She turned
her back to him, then unclasped the front hook of her bra. Glancing over her
shoulder, she let the lacy lingerie fall to the floor. For her encore, she
slipped both hands down the sides of her torso. When she found the string of
her panties, she hooked her fingers around it and bent at the waist. After
spreading her feet, she slowly shimmied the barely-there undies down her legs
to her ankles. Still folded over, she slid one hand up inside her calf and
thigh, coming to a stop at her pussy. Starting with the hard nub of her clit,
she ran two fingers through the drenched folds and back again, then one more
time because it felt so damn good.
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