Page 97 of Finding Kenna
They were both sweating, and Kenna felt as if she’d just worked a marathon twenty-four-hour shift, but she couldn’t remember ever being more satisfied after sex than she was right this moment.
“I think you killed me,” she said when Marshall fell forward and to the side, pulling her with him. He slipped out of her body as they moved, and they both sighed at the feeling.
He kissed her temple and said, “But what a way to go.”
“True,” Kenna agreed.
They lay together for a moment before Marshall sighed again. “I need to take care of this condom.”
Kenna nodded and watched as he slid out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. His ass was a thing of beauty. Round, tight, and drool worthy. But it was nothing compared to the view when he returned.
She wasn’t nearly done with ogling him when he pulled the sheet back and gestured for her to get under it. They hadn’t even bothered pulling the covers down, and Kenna laughed. They’d both been too eager to finally be together to worry about something as mundane as getting under the covers.
It was still very early, but Kenna didn’t care. She snuggled into Marshall and ran her fingers over his now clean-shaven face. He had a bit of razor burn, which didn’t surprise her. He hadn’t been gentle those last few strokes.
“You know,” she said as nonchalantly as she could. She was an adult. She could talk about birth control without blushing. Maybe. “I’m on the pill.”
He stared at her without blinking.
“I mean…in case you didn’t want to use a condom. I’m also clean, don’t have any diseases or anything. I know the pill isn’t one hundred percent foolproof though, so if you want to keep using them, that’s okay too. I’m not ready for a child. No way.”
“I get tested twice a year by the Navy. And I’ve passed every test with flying colors,” Marshall said.
“That’s good,” Kenna said softly.
“You’re saying I can be inside you without a condom?” he asked.
“Well, yeah. We didn’t really have a chance to have this conversation earlier. But thank you for not being an ass about the condom…”
Marshall didn’t say anything for a long, painful moment, and she started to feel self-conscious. Had it been too early to bring that up? Should she have waited?
Then he moved swiftly. Pushing Kenna to her back and crouching over her. She could feel the tip of his now weeping cock brush against her wet folds. Without a word, he pushed inside her once more. He wasn’t as hard as he’d been the first time, but he still filled her easily.
“Marshall?” she questioned as she gripped his biceps.
He didn’t thrust, just pushed inside her and held still.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. I needed to get inside you bare right now. You’re so hot. And fucking wet as hell. If you could feel what I do, you’d understand.”
Kenna laughed, and he groaned.
“Fuck, even that feels damn amazing,” he semi-complained.
“Don’t mind me, I’ll just be lying here,” she teased.
“I’m gonna come pretty fast. I’m sorry.”
She got serious, realizing how close to the edge Marshall was. “Does it really feel that much different?” she asked.
“I’ve never been inside anyone without a condom before. This is so damn amazing. You have no idea.”
Weirdly enough, it was a very intimate thing to watch Marshall’s reaction to fucking her without a condom. This big bad SEAL wasn’t very intimidating at the moment. “Move, Marshall. I bet it’ll feel even better.” She felt like a madam teaching a virgin how to make love. The thought made her smile.
Marshall’s gaze met hers as he slowly began to thrust inside her. His pupils were dilated so much, she almost couldn’t see his beautiful brown eyes.
“I’m sorry, babe! I can’t hold back.”
“Then don’t,” she said.
