Page 35 of Broken SEAL'S Secret Baby
I nearly lose it right there, and that would have been way too soon to pleasure her properly. So I hold her still, even though I can feel her clenching her muscles around my member. Tight, slippery, warm . . . words can not describe what I am feeling.
I kiss the side of her neck, then her mouth, holding still to give myself time to back off a little so I can last.
When it seems as if she might be losing her edge, I begin to move. She tries to move with me and nearly slips off, but I catch her before she is completely off. “Do you want to stop?” I ask. “Should I let you go?” It would be the hardest thing I would ever remember doing, but for her sake, I would.
“No!” she exclaimed. “No, I want this. I do!” She sounds fierce, and a little fearful.
“Then I won’t stop,” I say, moving slightly so I can brace myself with my good leg. “Let me help you.”
I ease her into a position where she is on her knees, which took some pressure off my pelvis. I coax her into sliding up and down on me, which elicits soft moans that nearly bring me to an embarrassing brink before she has her moment.
It is a little awkward at first, but then she catches my rhythm and rides me to a shuddering, glorious climax. Her muscles squeezes me, proving that it is real, pushing me over into my own release.
For those few seconds, I lived that bliss that occurs only when joyously coupling with a woman well loved. I cup my hands around her bottom and hold her close so we will not slip apart before enjoying the last blissful after shocks. What am I thinking? What would Kate think if I dared say “I love you” out loud?
She lay limp on top of me. I carefully don’t move, other than to put my arms around her and hold her close. She kisses me softly under my jaw, just below my ear.
Little aftershocks in her vagina, squeezing and stroking me, almost have me aroused and going again, when the baby monitor beeps.
Cece’s voice comes through the speaker. “Daddy? Is the storm over?”
Kate whispers to me, “Please tell me she can’t see us.”
“She can’t,” I whisper back, gladdened and amused that this was her first concern. “But I’m afraid it is our cue to get up and see about her.”
I let Kate have first turn in the bathroom, while I answer Cece. “We took a nap, sweetheart. Just let me wake up, and I’ll look at the weather map.”
Kate comes out of the bathroom, fully clothed. She mouths at me, “Liar, liar, pants on fire.”
I grin back at her, and say in normal tones, “She can’t hear us unless I key the microphone.” Then I add the most unromantic, jarring thing I could think of to say, “Was it better than Bob?”
She makes a face and throws my underwear at me.
Chapter fifteen
Kate
Better than BOB? Oh, yeah, it sure was. Vibrators and imagination can only do so much, especially when you don’t have any experience to back it up. Until technology comes up with a fully animated, responsive android, there is absolutely no comparison.
If he’d invited me, I could have cheerfully climbed right back in that bed with him. But that wouldn’t be fair to the little girl who’d been riding out the storm alone, with only her pets for company. Now I am coming down from the hormonal high that went with really good sex — good for me, anyway. I have no idea how he felt about it.
I felt…I had no idea how I felt. Limp. Well used, not sore like most of the books said I would be. Bob is good for something, at least. But a battery operated boyfriend does nothing when you are emotional and wanting to be cuddled.
I make a face at him, pick up his underwear and throw them at him. “Better get dressed,” I say, in my best no-nonsense teacher voice. “You don’t want to get caught with itall hanging out if the fire department has to bust us out of here.”
The beast just laughs before carefully standing up, collecting his clothes and heading for the bathroom with only the slightest limp.
Oh, God! His hip. Had I hurt him? I’d been so preoccupied with what I was feeling — and I’d been feeling a lot, and it was amazing — I hadn’t even thought about pressure on his pelvis. “Are you all right?” I ask. “Did I hurt you?”
He pauses at the bathroom door. “Never better. This time was more about you than about me. Next time, we’ll try some variations. How about you?”
I think about making a snarky remark, but decide on the truth. “It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Will there be a next time?”
“Only if you want to,” he says gently. “But if you do, I would be happy to oblige.”
With that, he closes the bathroom door. I hear water running, and I suppose he was cleaning up. I look around the cubicle to see if there is anything that needs tidying up, since I’m not sure about leaving it. Cece is visible on the monitor, happily sharing snacks with her pets.
The weather map seems to show the storm center moving off toward the east. The street view displays a lot of storm debris on a glistening pavement below. People are coming out, checking their vehicles, picking up limbs, and doing after-storm assessment.
