Page 45 of Broken SEAL'S Secret Baby
He shucks me out of my panties and does that annoying trick with my bra that guys seem to learn in high school and never forget. Then he slides off his briefs.
I reach over and take his penis in my hand, marveling at how soft the skin on it is, yet how strong it feels. It is like the softest suede stretched over a rod of flexible steel.
Experimentally, I stroke my hand down and back up again. He groans and the motion of his fingers inside me stops for a moment. I rock against his palm, hinting that I want the motion to start again, and wrap my hand firmly around his cock.
I must have gripped a little too hard. “Easy there,” he says. “That’s delicate equipment you’re handling.
I relax my grip. “Sorry,” I say. “This part is still very new to me.”
“You are doing fine,” he replies. “Let’s let nature take its best course here before we are too tired.”
I whimper and nearly cry when he withdraws his fingers. But he places his hands on my hips, lifts me almost as if I weigh no more than Cece, and settles me on the object of my too-vigorous attention.
As that silken shaft slides inside me, I think I feel the throb of his veins. It was what I wanted. It was all I wanted. Every part of my attention centers on the sweet intrusion of his man part into my woman part.
I try to follow as he slowly withdraws a little way, liftingme to give him freedom of action, and I almost sob with relief as he slides back into me.
“Bring your knees up to bear your weight,” he directs softly, “So you can give me a little room to work.”
I follow his directions, even though what I really want to do is wrap myself tight around him, to keep him inside me forever.
He rocks his pelvis gently, withdrawing a little way, then slowly, teasingly returning into my depths.
I hear an odd sound emerge from my throat with the second stroke. “Shhh, shhh,” he breathes into my ear, “You’ll wake the dog, and that will wake the cat, and the cat will wake Cece, and we won’t be able to finish.”
I stifle a giggle as I recognize the paraphrase from one of Cece’s favorite nap time books. To stifle any more noise, I suction my mouth onto his neck, tasting salt, and breathing in the ghost of his aftershave.
He steps up his rhythm, and in three short strokes, he has me melting all over him. I have no mind. I have no body. All I have is the steady rhythm, working at my core, driving me higher and higher. Melting bursts into an explosion, and I nearly collapse on him.
But he grips my hips, holding me in position, driving me higher still, until he groans beneath me, and thrusts deeper and harder than he had before. I could feel his penis pumping out the life-force within me. I can feel the extra wetness from both of us, and I explode into an orgasm such as I have never experienced before.
He holds me for a minute or two, then gently eases me over beside him. He is breathing hard. But as his breathing steadies, he cups one hand around my butt. It covers most of one cheek, and he uses one long finger to gently tickle the cleft, gliding moisture over my anus.
For a second I think perhaps we are going for a secondround, delving into completely unfamiliar territory. I shiver with delicious terror.
Instead, he cuddles me up close to his good hip and teases, whispering softly in my ear — which is its own kind of sweet torture — “I think I’m relaxed enough now. The only question remaining is, who gets to sleep on the wet spot?”
“That’s just mean!” I whisper back. “I think I’m one big lump of goo.”
“Good,” he whispers back.
From somewhere he finds a sheet and drapes it over us. I fall asleep puddled against his side.
Chapter nineteen
Charles
Morning comes, and I awake in an old camper where everyone is sleeping. Kate is still curled against my good side, and it is the best feeling I’d had since, well, ever. I’m tempted just to stay in bed with her, but there is work to do. I carefully extricate myself, doing my best not to wake her. But she rolls and stretches, plastering her length against me. “Hold that thought,” I say. “I’ll be right back.
I use the facilities. James and I had done some good planning in this old rig, and he has kept it up-to-date since he sometimes uses it to check on remote holdings. The composting toilet is set up to divide liquids from solids, and a tight-seal waste can stood ready to receive toilet paper and similar items. But the shower isn’t hooked up.
I rummage in the medicine cabinet and drawers, find a box of personal towelettes, and do the best I could by way of cleanup. I leave the tub of towelettes where Kate can find them and hurry back to her.
She kisses me and unselfconsciously hurries to the tiny bathroom. I pull the blankets up over me. The morning ischilly, and I can hear rain on the roof of the camper. When Kate returns, I lift the edge of the covers, welcoming her back in. Thanks to Kate’s massage, or perhaps just to the few hours of rest she had given me, my hip seems to have popped back into place and isn’t giving me any trouble. The warmth and comfort of her warms me to my soul, easing other hurts – internal ones – that I hadn’t even realized I had.
I return her kiss, gently at first, then with increasing passion. She tastes so good, like strawberries, perhaps. The lemon-coconut scent of her hair surrounds me. I run my hands down her back, relishing the texture of her soft skin, then delighting in the way her ass cheek perfectly fits into my hand. I have to spread my fingers a little wider than I thought; she is soft padded velvet over supple muscle, athletic yet feminine. I draw her in against me, and she responds to my touch with enthusiasm.
I feel so good, so alive, that I take the chance that my hip will behave and gently roll her onto her back and slide over her. I tease her entrance with the tip of my penis, mentally thanking my old drill sergeant for the many hours of push-ups and yoga planks that gave me control over my body. Kate tries to capture me, but I withhold the object of her desire, lying down on my good side, skin-to-skin against her. She is so beautiful! I brush my fingers over her entrance. She is already wet, and so ready for me. I slide my fingers inside her and kiss her long and deep, feeling her muscles clench around my digits.
