Page 31 of SEAL'S Baby Surprise
I’m not sure what to say to seduce him.
He groans. But his penis doesn’t lose any tension, which I note happily, so I know that I must be doing something right. “Woman, you’re killing me,” he says. “I’m human, not a saint. Are you sure about this? Because a hymen doesn’t grow back. Giving your virginity can only be done once.”
“I’m sure,” I say, nearly desperate with longing. “The world could end tomorrow. I want to know what going all the way feels like. I want to know if it is as wonderful as it is in the books.”
“It might not be, the first time,” he says. “I’ve been told that it kind of hurts.”
“You won’t hurt me,” I say. “I want you. I am so, so ready for you. Please, Austin,” I beg.
“All right,” he says. “I’ll try to make it good for you.”
He tenderly kisses each corner of my mouth, then explores the inside of it with his tongue. I respond, trying to focus on kissing him back. But I want him so much, it’s hard to.
That, and he’s... everywhere. I feel like I can’t keep pace with him, because he knows every single part of my body, and how to play it like a fiddle.
He slowly gives me nibble kisses starting at my ear and working his way down my neck. I feel as if they are brands burned on my flesh, even though I can tell he isn’t leaving any marks.
Then he moves to my breasts, tenderly nibbling the tips. I’m melting! If he doesn’t hurry up and get to the good stuff, there isn’t going to be anything left of me!
Keeping one hand cupping my left breast, he continues kissing his way down my stomach, then he blows hot air through my pubic curls setting every nerve to shivering.Here it comes, I think.He’ll do it now.
But he doesn’t. He rolls me over onto my stomach and starts kissing his way down my spine. Every kiss is a new sensation, driving me higher and higher. By the time he reaches the sensitive spot just at the end, I’m nearly frantic with desire.
He rolls me over, slides down the bed, and begins kissing my toes, despite my arching back and all of my moans. I had no idea that feet could be erogenous zones, but he makes them into ten of them – one for each single digit.
Holy cow.
That’s way sexier than it should be.
Then he begins a slow journey up the inside of each leg, kissing, stroking, loving. I can hardly stand the anticipation. Finally, he pulls my thighs up over his shoulders, and slowly…oh so very slowly…runs his tongue up one inside labia fold then the other.
He finds my clitoris – the spot the books say a guy needs a map to locate – and delicately licks it. I give a little gasp of pleasure as he does it. I can’t help it. It feels so much like exquisite torture.
At the sound, he lifts his head. “Should I stop?”
“No!” I exclaim. “More, I want more!”
So, he gives me more. While he does it, he gently slides one finger inside me, then two. I’m torn between wanting to spread my legs wide and wanting to clamp my thighs around his head, trapping him. I’m lost in sensation. But it isn’t enough. “More,” I say, “Please, please, more.”
I hope he remembers what the words mean.
He lifts his head. His mouth is dripping with my juices. He spreads me wide, rises above me in a sort of push-up, then gently, gently enters me. And there is a little moment when I feel things stretching, but it doesn’t really hurt. Or maybe a better way to put it is, it hurts good.
Then he is in, and it is everything I wanted. He is big, and warm. I’m so wet for him, I want him so badly, that he slides in easily.
God.
It’s everything I have ever imagined.
He begins to move, and I move with him. The world moves. I begin to melt. I want to stay in this wonderful place forever.
I am full of him; he covers me; I am dissolving into him. I am suspended in a place with no time. My body is winding higher along some kind of invisible thread. It’s different than earlier. It’s... more. The sensation seems to flow across all of my senses. Then it explodes, and I am gasping, arching up to him, trying to get more of him, and a moment later, he stiffens and he groans, pauses, and collapses beside me.
I kiss him, and he kisses me back. “You are beyond beautiful,” he says.
“And so are you,” I reply.
I fall asleep in his arms. I feel beautiful. I feel safe in the arms of my sailor, and with his dog on patrol outside.
