Page 51 of SEAL'S Baby Surprise
I run my hand down her side. “Are you sure?” I ask. “I don’t want to hurt your hand.”
“That’s just one part of me,” she says, laying the gauze wrapped limb across my stomach. “Make love to the rest of me, Austin. Please? I want to feel wanted.”
And oh, God, did I ever want her! I’d never had an easier request to fulfill.
I start by kissing her mouth gently, then ravenously. She opens those plump lips to me, tangling her tongue with mine, passion giving instruction for where experience is lacking. She is the ocean’s gift, washed up and left behind. How could I do other than my best to make her feel wanted?
I begin to nibble kisses down her neck. Then I back up and lave her ears with my tongue, which makes her squirm and giggle. She has a nice giggle. “Are you Ark?” she asks. “He likes to wash my ears, too.”
“They are nice, clean ears,” I note, “Delicate, like pink seashells.”
“Slightly sunburned,” she points out. “I’m not the pink girl anymore.”
“No,” I agree. “You are my beautiful, sun-bronzed mermaid with a halo of golden hair. And bikini lines.” I kiss my way down the streak of white where her halter top had protected the skin.
“You are my handsome Poseidon,” she returns. “My California-surfer god, all brown and golden. I didn’t expect to be rescued, you know.”
“I know,” I say, “And I don’t even care why. I’m just glad I was there.”
“You know what?” she says, “So am I. I wasn’t then, but I am now. I don’t think I’ll ever get that low again, no matter what happens. But tonight, I need for you to make me feel good, the way you do.”
I’d noticed that the unthinking panic attacks had let up, but I worry that if I weren’t around, Lee might try to walk into the ocean again. It is good to know that she isn’t likely to try again. Or at least I hope she won’t.
She wraps her good arm around my neck so she can get a better angle for kissing, changes her mind, and starts sucking on my earlobe. Ears are sensitive. The hot moisture at the bottom of my ear, her breath puffing across the central canal nearly drives me into losing it right there.
I distract her by scooching her on up so I can reach her nipples with my mouth. I’ve heard the saying that anything over a mouthful is wasted, but I promise nothing about Lee is wasted.
She has beautiful breasts, round and full, with only the slightest inclination to give in to gravity. Each one is tipped with a bright pink nipple, absolutely perfect for kissing, sucking, and gently nipping.
She throws one leg over me, and I know that it won’t be long before she wants to slide down on me. I don’t want to interrupt our make-out session, but I figure I’d best be like a boy scout and be prepared.
I reach up to the headboard and get out the inevitable foil packet. Lee looks worried. “I can’t put it on you,” she says, sitting back on my thighs.
“It’s fine,” I say. “I’ll do the honors tonight.” I make a big production out of getting the thing out of its packet and slowly rolling it down. I even give it a little pinch at the end to make sure there’s plenty of room, so it doesn’t fill up and run out the bottom.
“You make that look so sexy,” Lee says, lying back down on my belly and rubbing against me.
With only one arm to support herself, she’s at a distinct navigational disadvantage, so I lift her hips so she can get her knees under her. We’ve had enough practice by now, that I know just where everything is, and I slide inside.
The heat of her and her juices dribbling into my pubic hair turns me on in ways I cannot describe. She is the sun-warmed ocean, the upper part, rich and fertile.
She closes her eyes, as she focuses her attention inward. “That’s right,” I murmur, “Just let me love you. Let me help you feel good. You are wonderful, my lady mermaid, my gift of the sea.”
We slip into rhythm, each thrust driving us both higher and higher. She moans with pleasure, and it makes me crazy, wanting more.
I feel myself swelling, every inch of me focuses on her, and only her. I’m going to lose it soon, I know, but I want to give her as much fun as I possibly can.
Then she has a monumental, earthmoving orgasm — the kind that is impossible to fake. It goes straight to my shaft, and I follow right along after, pumping my life fluids into her.
And suddenly, something happens. I can feel her, warm, wet, bathed in my vital essence. It feels amazing! It feels out of this world. It feels…
And then it hits me. The condom had broken.
I gently lift her hips so I can withdraw and look down between us. The securing ring still encircles my penis, the rags of the rest of it looking like the flags on a security line. I ease Lee down beside me with a groan. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I think I just messed up.”
“I’ve got the implant,” Lee says.
“That’s right,” I say. “I’d forgotten. It’s going to be fine, then. We’d both know if either of us was sick with anything. And lots of married people have to practice a hundred times or more before they get pregnant.” A tiny voice in the back of my head is saying,but it only took Izzy one night.
