Page 58 of Broken SEAL'S Secret Baby
On Thursday morning, November 26, I rose early, hoping to be up ahead of most of the household. I find Kate already awake, putting biscuits in the oven. Coffee is brewing.
She wears soft, tan leggings that are molded to her thighs. Over it, she has on a tunic top the same length as her beautiful braid of dark hair. I wait until she is clear of the oven, then gather her into my arms and kiss her.
“I can never get ahead of you,” I say.
“It’s a big day,” Kate says. “Our first time to entertain together.” Then she sighs.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I wish it was more together,” she says. “This is the first time I’ve not had Thanksgiving with my parents and a bunch of aunts and uncles. It’s going to feel weird seeing most of the family over Zoom.”
I kiss her tenderly. “I’ve got three computers set up, and our tech rigged us extra Internet connections so we should at least be able to see and hear everyone.”
“What if they don’t have as nice a dinner as we do? What if someone needs something?” Kate frets, genuine worry showing on her sweet face.
“I took care of that, sweetheart,” I say, kissing her some more and sliding up her tunic so I can touch her smooth skin. “I checked with James, Manuela, and Grace. I sent Thanksgiving care packages to all our family, as well as to the company employees. It’s not that different from what I do every year.”
Kate leans her forehead against my chest. “I knew you wouldn’t forget anyone. But I just worry, you know? Video isn’t the same as face to face.”
I remember Emily saying, “I just wish I’d hugged and kissed you more when we were together.” I tighten my arms around Kate. She is so incredibly important to me. I hug her close, and kiss her again, long, deep and satisfyingly. Would she stay with me after Cece didn’t need a nanny or home manager? If I ask her to be something more, will she say yes? Heck, I am afraid to come right out and say I love her, even though I sing her ballad to her over and over. If I can’t say that, how can I ask her the other.
I scoop her up and sit her on the edge of the kitchen table.
“What are you doing?” she whispers. “Someone might come in.
“Mmm-humm,” I murmur in her ear, something that I knew drove her wild. “That’s why we have to be fast. Just a good, old-fashioned quicky to get an important day going.”
“Charles! I’m going to serve food on this table.”
“I know,” I say. “It will wash. You don’t have the tablecloth on it yet.” I ease her leggings down until her bare backside is perched on the shining wood.
“Charles!” she protests in a whisper. But she doesn’t wiggle away from me.
That lets me know she’s been missing me as much as I miss her. I don’t dare kneel down in front of her. With my hip acting the way it is, I’ll never be able to stand up in time if someone came in.
I kiss her again, using my hand to caress between her legs, then slipping two fingers into her warmth. She is wet and so ready for me. I haven’t dared take the next step, but she unbuttons my jeans and uses both hands to slide them and my shorts off my hips, leaving me with a pile of pants around my ankles. Not the sexiest pose, but it certainly reveals that I’m standing at attention and ready for business. Then I don’t have time to worry about how I look.
Kate leans forward and is kissing me again, her hands gently stroking my length with just the right touch – firm, but not too hard, not too rough. I forget everything except how close she is to me, how warm, wet, and willing. I’d meant to tease her with the tip of my penis, drawing things out, but she is more than I can resist.
I slip inside her. At her quick intake of breath, I know it feels good for her as well as for me.
She clings to my shoulders, keeping her backside on the table, letting it take her weight while she wraps her legs around me. She feels like heaven, so warm, so sweet, so wet, so hot…suddenly she gasps, shudders, and climaxes, taking me right along with her.
I haven’t quite wilted, so I hold her close, not moving so we won’t come apart. My member starts to recover, and I take a couple of long, slow strokes inside her. She buries her face in the side of my neck to keep from moaning out loud.
A couple of quick strokes, and I am ready to go again. I am lost inside her, lost in the scent of her, the feel of her wet warmth embracing me, her arms around my shoulders, theway she tilts her pelvis to give me more access. I barely stifle the groan as I empty myself again, and she is only seconds behind me.
Kate leans against me, gasping. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she says.
“Me either,” I reply, “But we did. Want to go for a third round?” I’m not sure I can, but I’m willing to try.
Then we hear the clicking of doggie toes on the hallway floor. Gidget is up, and that means that Cece will soon be up.
“Don’t think we have time,” Kate whispers. “Clean wash clothes, second drawer to the right. I think we’d better clean up.”
I get two washcloths, get them wet at the sink. We help each other clean up, barely suppressing giggles. But we manage to get the job done before anyone appears in the kitchen. Kate then goes to the sink and washes her hands. She repeats a handwashing mantra derived from a science fiction book we’d recently read together. “I will not fear . . .” she intones.
I laugh, borrow the soap from her, and recite along with her, ending with “ . . . only we shall remain.” I emphasize the “we”, hoping she will understand. Why is this so hard? Cece would tell me to use my words, but I can’t seem to get them sorted out to say it right. I sneak in another kiss while we still have the kitchen to ourselves.
