Page 30 of SEAL'S Baby Surprise
Gently Austin lifts me off him, and re-positions the pillows so I can lie down flat. He slides his hands down me appreciatively. “Lee, you are absolutely gorgeous. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”
His confidence boosts me up. Daringly, I say, “Show me. I could feel you; I want to see.”
He blushes, starting at his navel the color ran up his chest and right into his hairline. “You sure?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes. I want to see all of you. Maybe later I will draw you. I want to see.”
He is already shirtless, but he obliges me. He moves so that I’m sitting and he’s standing. He steps out of his cargo shorts. He is wearing speedo swim trunks under the shorts, and they barely contain the grand tumescence going on there.
His manly bulge is threatening to pop out at any minute. His stomach is flat and well-muscled. I almost drool, he looks so good. “Go on,” I manage to say. “I want to see everything.”
He blushes even brighter but peels off the speedo. His hair is a darker gold down there than it is on his head and chest. His equipment is amazing, and it is so very ready for me. I am melting under his gaze and the sight of it. It is all I can do not to spring up and pull him to me.
“Come to me, my sailor,” I say, lying back on the pillows using what I hope is a seductive, enticing voice. “Come pleasure your mermaid from the sea.”
“Just a second,” he says, reaching into a compartment in the headboard. He brings out a little foil-wrapped package. A condom, I realize.
It’s pretty sexy that he came prepared.
Most of my experience had been with hasty hand jobs sneaked in underwater at the pool or in the backseat of a limo with the privacy screen up. I haven’t actually used a condom before.
But I’m sure excited to do so now.
“Want to do the honors?” he asks.
I nod. He has to show me how to position it and roll the thin plastic down his shaft, which is a process that I have a lot of questions about. For one, he’s so big. Does the condom even fit over him? More importantly, is he going to fit inside of me?
I can’t pretend I don’t like it, though. My personal juices are definitely flowing, and I can tell that I want to find out.
There’s only one way to get answers to these questions, and I’m interested.
I shimmy out of my sodden panties and spread my legs wide, lifting my hips invitingly, eagerly.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Austin says. He brushes my opening with his fingers. “Sure, you don’t want to play a little while first?”
“No,” I say. “I want to feel you. I want you so much. Make me feel beautiful, Austin.”
He clambers onto the bed, careful not to put a knee on my legs or otherwise squish me, and positions himself between my legs, as if he was doing a modified pushup.
He holds himself up on one arm, while he uses the other hand to check to make sure he knows where everything is located — mine and his. He brushes my clitoris with his thumb, and I nearly climax right then and there.
Then he slowly slides into me. I had thought the condom would feel weird, but it has some kind of moisture on it. I can feel the heat of him through it, and he fills me, stretches me, and my parts open to accept him.
Something seems to resist him for a moment, and it hurts a little. Austin looks at me funny, then he pulls back and lies down beside me. “Lee,” he says, “Are you a virgin?”
I blush, and tears start to form in my eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Guys don’t find tears a turn-on. I know that. But, it’s too late now. “Yeah,” I confess.
“Lee,” he says gently, “This is something you should save for your wedding day. Or, at the very least, it should be a special person.”
“No!” I burst out. “I’m not getting married, not ever. But I want you. I want you to be my first. I don’t want to be a thirty-year-old virgin. You can be my special person. I pick you.”
“You aren’t thirty,” he says with certainty, keeping one arm around me gently. “You’ll be beautiful when you are thirty, but you aren’t that old yet.”
“No, but I will be in just three years,” I say stubbornly. “Please, Austin.” I reach over and run my hand down his penis, clad in the condom. “You’re all dressed up for the party., I joke.” I wiggle my hips in a way that is probably ludicrous instead of inviting.
He laughs. “Okay, that’s a little much.”
I stop. “Seriously. Austin, I want this. I want you. I’m so hot, and I’m wet...” I trail off.
