Page 75 of SEAL'S Baby Surprise
Austin had tracked down his family, and they seem to be glad to see him, and glad for him. And they are almost as nice as Austin. Almost.
Eventually, people get busy dancing. When they aren’t paying much attention to us, we slip away, walk out from between the orchard trees, and enter our newly renovated home.
Austin painted the outside, so it looks like the ocean, and we have named it “The Wave.”
Inside the van, Austin carefully undresses me, pausing to hang up each piece of my wedding dress. We had planned ahead.
The long train unbuttons from the waist, and I’m left with a pretty, high-waisted dress that I can wear later. More than that, it buttons down the front, so I’ll be able to wear it and nurse our baby. Maybe. I’m not sure about that, it is silk, after all.
Tenderly, Austin lays me down on the bed, and kisses me all the way from my forehead down to…well, you know down to where. Then, he starts at my toes, and kisses me all the way up to…you guessed it. Right there.
Then he uses his tongue to explore every part of my most intimate self: labia, clitoris, the works, until I am so excited and so happy with feeling excited that I can hardly stand it.
I try to reach for him, but my pregnancy mountain gets in the way. I want to touch him, to hold him, to feel his muscles under his skin.
He sees my distress, and eases up beside me, kissing me again. I kiss him back, reveling in the taste of him, the feel of his lips, the texture of stubble sprouting in spite of a fresh shave.
He is careful how we kiss, mindful not to put too much pressure into it. I once got a friction burn from his coarse beard hairs, and he’s been supremely considerate of how we kiss ever since.
I cuddle in his arms, adrift in a sea of pleasure. He holds one breast in his hand and caresses the nipple. His thumb comes away wet. He looks at it in surprise.
“It won’t be long now,” I say.
“Should we be doing this?” he asks. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”
“That didn’t seem to bother you this morning,” I point out.
“But we weren’t married then, and you weren’t leaking.”
“You would never hurt me,” I say. “And I want you. I want to feel you, to connect with you, so we can all three be linked together.”
“All right,” he says, “if you are sure.”
“I am so sure that I’m desperate,” I tell him.
“All right,” he says, and kisses me gently.
He turns me on my side. I can feel his muscles against my back, his penis against my bottom. I want him with an ache that is almost desperate.
He slides his hand across my breasts, gently fondling each one in turn. A milky substance oozes from them, and he tastes it.
“How is it?” I ask.
“Odd,” he says. “Sweet. You must be very close. Are you sure?”
“You asked me that already,” I say. “Yes, yes, yes, I’m sure! I want to feel you, to know that you are truly mine!”
He lies down behind me, cuddles my bottom against his front, and slowly, gently slips into my vagina. I marvel at how Austin feels inside me.
He is like satin over steel, sliding into my depths, like a dolphin through the sea. I am his mermaid; I am the ocean. We are the currents, and we are moving together.
He reaches down past my baby mountain and cradles me, helping keep us connected for I am so warm and wet and so round, it is hard to keep him inside. But we manage.
I love the feel of him inside me. I love the way he touches my clitoris, and the way he cradles my pregnant tummy. I’m adrift in a euphoria of feeling good.
I could stay like this forever, a mermaid with her sailor, with her fisherman lover. I am so lost in sensation; it is hard to know where I end and he begins.
We build slowly toward release. We are in no hurry, because we have the rest of forever. Even my climax feels dreamy, exquisitely beautiful.
