Page 63 of Broken SEAL'S Secret Baby
That surprises me, because from the pictures I’d seen, Grace looks a lot like his departed wife. “What is your type?” I ask.
“Tall, willowy, smart, sensitive, charming . . .”
I can feel the blush burning from my navel all the way up to the top of my head.
“I think you’ve got me confused with someone else,” I say.
“Not a bit,” Charles denies. “I’m talking about you.”
He unfolds himself from the couch and pulls me up after him.
In the bathroom, which is big enough to house an Olympic swim team, he continues to hold my hand while he runs the tub full of water. “Not too hot…don’t need anyone passing out, not too cold because we want to stay a while…”
When the tub was full, he says, “Mind if I go in first?”
Mutely, I shake my head and steady him as he climbs into the tub. He slides into the water and leans back against the sloped side of the tub with a sigh of relief. “Oh, that feels good,” he says.
That tells me that not taking him out on a cold, windy lake had been a good decision. “Are you sure you don’t want to just take a nice soak and then have a nap?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light.
His eyes snap open. “Don’t tease me, woman. I’ve been wanting this ever since you had the idea.”
“Me? Tease?” I can see that he really needs the warm water soak, so I make a production of slowly getting out of my clothes. I pull off my cable knit sweater, then slowly unbutton my blouse. Finally, I undo my jeans and slide out of them.
Then I carefully fold everything, stacking them on a towel rack, where they will stay dry for later.
By the time I turn around, his erection stands tall and proud in spite of the warm water. There is a glint in his eye that says Charles is not going to stay in that tub much longer if I don’t get in there with him.
I slide in, the warm water engulfing my cold skin. The tub is big enough I nearly float. Charles pulls me to him, the buoyancy making it easy for him to position me astride his lap.
I use my knees to hold onto him and hook my feet over his thighs. His big hands cup my bottom, and his long fingers begin a teasing exploration that has me melting with eagerness. It is one of his favorite things to do.
“I would draw this out,” he murmurs, “but I’m not sure how long I will last.” Then gripping me firmly, he pulls me to him and thrusts firmly up into my core.
The sensation! I nearly explode. I throw my head back,then forward, swallowing the scream I want to let out. No way do I want the hotel staff in here!
He holds me, anchoring me, as he begins a steady rhythm that throws me into greater ecstasy with each and every thrust. Then, just as I think I can bear it no longer, the world dissolves into a kaleidoscope of light and sensation.
Moments later, he fills me.
We drift there, cradled in the water. Amoeba must feel like this, drifting on the ocean, mingling their parts together.
All good things must end. After a while, the water grows cold. Charles does something and lets it drain away.
We stagger like two drunks, helping each other out of the tub, giggling like giddy school children.
We don’t bother getting dressed. We pull on the fluffy, white hotel robes, then go out to lounge on the couch.
Charles feeds me grapes from the bunch left on the lunch cart. Then he teases me by smearing honey on my nipples. When I protest, he licks it off.
That must give him ideas, because he dribbles the sweet sticky stuff down my stomach, in spite of my protests, then slow licks every bit of it off. By the time he is done, my skin is aflame with tingling desire. I wriggle around on the couch, opening myself wide to him. He continues his teasing exploration of my body with his tongue.
I want more of him. So much more. He slips his fingers inside me and uses his thumb to tease my clitoris until I am squirming with need for him. “More, Charles,” I beg. “Please, more!”
“Not quite yet,” he says. “You don’t want it enough quite yet.”
“Yes, I do!” I insist. But he continues using his tongue and hand until he brings me teetering to the brink again.
Then he positions me on my stomach, over the edge of the couch, and kneels down behind me. He slides his penisinto my vagina from behind while he strokes my clitoris with one hand and steadies himself against the couch with the other. I bite the pillows to keep from screaming as I dissolve into the most volcanic orgasm I’d even known.
