Page 38 of SEAL'S Baby Surprise
I awakethe next morning in Austin’s arms. This is my favorite thing in all the world, I decide. I feel safe, warm, and loved.
This is the best part of the dream. One that I hope will never, ever end.
I look at Austin’s chronometer on the wall. It says 5:30 in the morning. Plenty of time before the kids stop here on their way from the Turner’s house before going to school.
I climb over Austin, which wakes him almost instantly. He makes a grab for me, but I say, “Bathroom,” and he lets go.
I don’t hurry, but I don’t linger, either. I know that Austin is going to want his turn in the little room.
Sure enough, when I return, he heads down the hall. In just a few minutes, he’s back. “Little chilly out here,” he says, snuggling back under the blankets.
“Mmm-hmmm,” I agree, running my topmost hand over his pectorals and abs. He’s built lean and strong, his muscles well defined but not bulky. His nipples tighten under my touch.
He growls and licks at my ear. “Careful there. Or the big bad wolf is going to eat you all up,” he says.
I laugh, pull my other hand out from under us, and kneel up so I can run both hands down his sides to his hips. His penis hardens, rising up, ready for action.
Before I can help it along, Austin pounces, trapping both my hands. Then he does this complicated thing with his body, and his feet are up by my head and his nose is right next to the center of my heat.
Oh.
Oh.
This is new, and I’m ready to see what comes next.
Keeping hold of my hands with one of his, he slides his other arm under my butt, hauling my vagina right up to his face. Then he uses his tongue. First on the outer edges, interspersed with little kisses on the insides of my thighs, then all along my opening — which is getting very wet, melty, and excited under his attention.
When I think I just about can’t stand anymore, he kisses and licks all around my clitoris, which I swear is just about ready to dance off my body and start looking for his penis.
Then he closes his mouth over my firm bud and gently sucks on it. I come so hard I think my insides are going to be my outsides, and the world is all starry lights and a flood of the most extreme pleasure I’ve ever felt.
Honestly, I’m pretty sure that I black out for a minute.
Then, when I’ve settled down a little, Austin gives this happy chuckle, and starts in again, only this time he has his thumb inmy vagina and his fingers spread out over my backside while he sucks on that sensitive little bundle of nerves.
I come again; this time it’s still intense, but mellower, and it goes on forever and ever while Austin licks, sucks and finally nips at my clit. I’m totally out of my mind with sensation and with want.
Austin eases away from me, reverses order, and reaches up into the headboard cabinet for the condoms. I’m beginning to hate those darned things. Yes, yes, I know. Safety — barrier against disease and against pregnancy. But they are an interruption, a break in what we are doing.
Not that Austin doesn’t try to work it into our pleasure. I can’t resist the fantasy of wanting him to be inside me with nothing else. I stroke his balls, then his penis, eliciting what can only be described as a purr of pleasure from him. He hands me the opened foil pouch and says, “Let’s get this fellow dressed for business.”
Austin is well-endowed, and we’ve had to try different sizes to get the “just right” condom. This last batch is the best yet. I don’t have any trouble rolling it down over his luscious member, and he gets even stiffer and harder than he already was — and he had been ready for business before I started.
This protection sleeve is well-lubricated and is even ribbed on the outside, so it hits every possible sensitive part of me going in. Austin’s penis gives it shape, fullness and heat, making it a hundred times better than any personal vibrator ever invented.
I’m so sensitive from coming twice already that the sensation is almost torture when he enters. Then my vagina floods with my own juices, my nipples harden, and I lift my hips to receive him, to get all of him, get him inside me as deep as I possibly can.
He responds with long, slow strokes that are driving me crazy. “Faster,” I say. “Harder. Oh, yes! More! Faster! More!”
And then I don’t have words as every part of my body is responding to him, every part of me is yelling Yes! Yes! Yes! even though the only sounds coming out of my mouth are heavy panting gasps. Then Austin kisses me, his tongue exploring, tasting, fucking my mouth while his hardness slips in and out of me, pounding me with every delicious thrust.
I grab his buttocks with both hands, wrapping my legs around his thighs, trying to draw him in even closer, even tighter, tilting my pelvis to him, rising higher, higher, higher with every glorious thrust until I explode in showers and pinwheels of pleasure.
Every part of Austin stiffens, and he grunts as he engages in his own release. Even through the condom, I can feel his penis pumping out its essence, and I feel glorious. Nobody ever told me what a confidence boost this would be. I feel like I’m the queen of the world. Like I’m a beautiful goddess, and I’m all-powerful.
I’m used to feeling small and weak. My brothers never made me feel like I was capable of anything.
With Austin, though, I do.
