SEAL'd Lips: A Secret Baby Romance

by Roxeanne Rolling

  “Sexier than ever,” says John.

  I make him stop talking by putting his entire massive cock right into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around and tighten my lips, pursing them so that my mouth is a tight hole that he can fuck. He starts bucking his hips and pushing his cock into my mouth, lifting his hips off the bed.

  “I’m going to come,” grunts John.

  Good, I think. Of course, I can’t exactly talk right now, given the position I’m in. But I want him to come desperately. I want to give him pleasure, to give him the pleasure that he’s given me just from being with him. I feel an overwhelming sense of love for him.

  I’m so turned on from having his massive cock in my mouth that all I want is to take his come in my mouth, to swallow his seed. And I’ve never even done anything like that before.

  His cock starts pulsating and I can feel it in my mouth.

  John groans powerfully and thrusts his hips up and his cock farther into my mouth. It shakes as it explodes and my mouth is full of his sweet and delicious come.

  Oh my God! I’ve never thought it would be pleasurable. I’ve always thought it was gross that women let their men finish in their mouths. But now that I’m properly turned on (and in love!) it’s one of the most delicious and spectacular things I’ve ever experienced.

  Well, that’s what I think until John turns the tables on me. He gets up and starts pulling my pants down.

  “I want to make you feel really good,” he whispers into my ear.

  “Good,” I say, which is kind of a dumb thing to say, but I’m so turned on I don’t feel like my brain is working that well.

  John starts slowly licking my thighs and works his way slowly, ever so slowly, up to my outer lips. He touches them delicately with his tongue, and then runs his tongue over the entire thing. First he uses light strokes and then starts using the rougher base of his tongue, covering my entire pussy.

  “Oh John!” I cry out, and soon I’m writhing around.

  It’s been so long that we’ve been together that I’m the most turned on that I can remember. And it doesn’t take me any time at all to come.

  I’m moaning and my body is practically shaking.

  John keeps going as I orgasm. It rushes through me like a tidal wave of pleasure. It feels like my eyes roll back. The world goes completely white. My body feels light like a feather. There’s nothing that has ever felt better than this.

  There’s a knock on the door, and suddenly I remember that we’re in the hospital.

  “Just a minute,” says John, his breathing still somewhat heavy.

  “Here,” he says, whispering to me, helping me get under the sheets.

  We’ve got the sheets pulled over our naked bodies by the time the door opens.

  “Oh,” says a nurse, taking a look at us and smiling. “I just wanted to check to see if you needed anything.”

  “We’re OK,” says John.

  “Glad to see you’re feeling better,” says the nurse. I swear she winks at me before turning and leaving us in the room.

  “At least they’re thorough,” says John. “Here, you’d better have another banana after all that exertion.”

  I eat the banana in John’s arms, chomping on it slowly and savoring each bite. I’m back together with my man, and nothing has ever felt better.

  John

  The next few months pass quickly, like a happy dream.

  I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. Sarah and I are barely apart, and I’ve even taken to carrying a small backpack with us wherever we go. The backpack I’ve got completely filled with fruit and candy and orange juice. That way, whenever her blood sugar drops slightly, she doesn’t have to hunt around for anything to eat. I’ve also invested in a couple very good blood sugar monitors, so in case there’s any doubt about what’s going on, we can test it ourselves.

  I manage to convince Sarah to take the rest of the pregnancy off from work. That was quite a job convincing her, though, and she wanted to work all the way up to the actual delivery. But in the end it didn’t make since, considering the delicate situation with her blood sugar and the baby’s health.

  Baby and pregnancy books line my shelves now. They’re scattered in the backseat of the car I bought just for the baby. It’s a very safe and very boring station wagon that’s going to be the dedicated baby car. Of course, it’s not like I’m getting rid of the motorcycles and the sports cars or anything like that. But they’re not suitable for a baby—we both agree on that.

  “This is so nice just sitting around and relaxing with you,” says Sarah.

  We’re lying on the beach chairs at an indoor pool in the city. We wanted to take a vacation, but with the months and weeks advancing so fast, it’s probably not a good idea. Better to stay close to home in case the baby decides to come out a little early, making a surprise appearance in the world.

  “You know,” I say. “This is probably the least amount of time I’ve spent in the office in years.”

  “It’s good for you,” says Sarah. “I’ve got to teach you how to relax.”

  “I thought that’s what I was teaching you,” I say. “You’re the workaholic.”

  “We both are,” says Sarah. “It’s just that you’ve always made a lot more money from your workaholic tendencies than I have.”

  Hopefully I’m going to change that soon, I think to myself. I want Sarah to have as much money as she needs. And I know one way to do that.

  “These lights feel good, don’t they?” I say looking up and shielding my eyes a little.

  “Yeah,” says Sarah. “It’s almost as if we’re sitting outside on the real beach with the real sun.”

  “I think they’re some kind of UV lights,” I say. “They’re kind of like tanning beds in that they feel really nice. But these ones are supposed to be completely safe.”

  Sarah laughs. And I know why. It’s because I’ve become something a safety nut ever since the last incidence where she passed out in the hospital. Everything Sarah does I like to research ahead of time. If I have to, I’ll use one of my medical contacts to double and triple ensure that the product (or whatever it is) is completely safe for a pregnant mother.

  “You look sexy,” I say, leaning over to Sarah’s chair and kissing her.

  “I look big,” says Sarah, patting her ever-growing belly.

  “You look sexy with that belly,” I say. “Why don’t we slip into the locker room and I’ll show you just how sexy you look.”

  Sarah laughs. “I don’t think that’s something a pregnant woman should be doing,” she says.

  “Since when are you so modest?” I say. “Don’t you remember all the crazy places we’ve had sex?”

  “I know, I know, but I feel so conspicuous with my belly.”

  “Then let’s go back to my place and I’ll show you just how sexy you are. I don’t care where the hell we are.”

  Sarah

  We were going to spend more time lying here by the pool. After all, the doctor says that the light is good for my pregnancy. But we can barely keep our hands off each other so John takes me back to his apartment.

  Despite having been here many, many times, I’m still surprised at the elegance and luxury of his apartment. Some pieces of his furniture cost more than all the money I’d make in a whole years working at the bank. But to John, it’s all the same. “Just trying to stimulate the economy,” he says. He really couldn’t care less whether he had the cheapest table or the most expensive one. Unless you’re talking boats, cars, or motorcycles, material possessions aren’t important to John. Which is a little strange for a billionaire, I’ll admit.

  “Let’s start with just regular sex,” I say. “No foreplay this time.”

  “You really want it, don’t you?” says John. “It’s fine with me.”

  His hands are already on my breasts underneath my clothes.

  “All right,” I say. “That’s enough. I’m the pregnant one and I get what I want. And right now I really just want your
cock deep inside me.”

  “Is this one of those weird pregnancy cravings? Like how women want pickles and ice cream together or something?”

  “I don’t think it’s that weird to want your cock inside me.”

  John laughs and I help him get his pants off. We’re both naked now and I try to lie on my stomach but my belly is getting too big.

  “From the side,” says John, and shows me how I can lie on my side and he can lie behind me.

  His cock is so long that he doesn’t have any trouble getting it inside.

  I groan as it enters me and fills me up completely.

  “I read this in a pregnancy book,” says John.

  “Some pregnancy book…” I manage to say, between groans as John continues to thrust hard into me.

  It’s not long before I’m coming. For some reason, everything feels extra sensitive today.

  John’s only a few moments behind me, increasing his speed as I come and releasing his seed deep inside me, holding his cock in me all the way up to the hilt.

  “That’s it baby,” he says, stroking my hair as I continue to experience the orgasm, which rocks through me causing me to scream out.

  “That felt…good,” I manage to say, flopping back on the bed.

  Everything is more effort when you’re pregnant.

  “I wanted to tell you something,” says John. “And I don’t know of a better time…”

  “Yeah?” I say.

  “I love you,” says John, simply, staring me in the eyes. “I’ve felt this way for a long time… I don’t know how long but the time never seemed right. Finally, I realize the time is never going to be perfect until I make it perfect…”

  “I love you, too,” I say, and he leans down and kisses me gently on the mouth.

  The days continue and turn into weeks. I spend most of my time at John’s place. We talk about our plans for when the baby is born.

  The baby’s not premature, that’s for sure. It’s taking its sweet time.

  Meanwhile, I make sure to keep my blood sugar stable with plenty of fruit. I’ve never looked better in my life and my hair and skin shine. John’s always bugging me to eat more and he keeps me properly fed. It turns out he’s actually quite a good chef. For health reasons, we’re not spending most of our meals together at his place, rather than eating out. That way we can be sure that I eat plenty of the right foods and don’t just fill up on expensive but not necessarily healthy restaurant food.

  Finally, the day comes and my water breaks.

  John’s at work, but he rushes home through the traffic on his motorcycle. (I forgot to mention what had happened to him when he rushed over to the hospital when I was sick. He had a minor accident but just got back on his bike and ignored his superficial injuries.) Even though it wasn’t a bad accident, I’ve been worried ever since…

  But John arrives at his apartment (where I’m basically living now, even though John’s paying the rent on my other apartment). He’s got the bags already loaded and he helps me get into the station wagon.

  “We’re all set,” says John, looking nervous for perhaps the second time in his entire life. “Right?”

  “All set honey,” I say. “Let’s go have this baby!”

  John turns around to look in the rear view mirror and backs the car out of the parking space. We’re in the garage underneath his massive Manhattan. apartment building.

  He puts the car in park suddenly and turns to me.

  “What’s going on?” I say. “Shouldn’t we get to the hospital. I don’t know how long I have before I go into labor and…”

  “This will just take a minute,” says John. “Hey, I may be a billionaire but timing isn’t necessarily by strong suit…”

  He suddenly opens up his car door and gets out of the car. Now I’m freaking out. I need to get to the hospital pronto.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I say calling out to him.

  He comes around to my side of the car and opens my passenger door.

  But he doesn’t make any move to undo my seat belt or anything. He’s also not reaching into the glove box…he could have done that anyway from his seat.

  He gets down on one knee on the cold parking garage concrete floor. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little box.

  I know where this is going and I burst into tears of joy. I’m completely overwhelmed with emotion.

  He cracks open the box and a tasteful yet very large and surely very expensive engagement ring greets me.

  “Sarah,” says John. “Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

  I’m crying but I manage to say, “Of course, John.”

  He slips the engagement ring on my finger. He must have had it modified because it fits on my slightly swollen pregnant finger just perfectly.

  We stare happily into each other’s eyes for a moment, after he kisses me, but he says, “Well, all right, we really better get going.”

  “Yeah,” I say. “My contractions are…”

  “Got it,” says John, already running around to the drivers’ seat again.

  He doesn’t speed, which impresses me, but we get to the hospital probably with plenty of time to spare, all because John spent hours mapping out the best routes to the hospital at different times of the day, depending on different traffic patterns which are all tracked online.

  He’s not a billionaire for nothing, I tell myself.

  John

  Two Years Later

  “Why are you going, Daddy?” says John Junior, my son.

  “Mommy and I never got to have a honey moon,” I say. “You’re going to stay with your grandmother. She’s going to come over here and take care of you.”

  “What’s a hubby moon, daddy?”

  “A honey moon,” I say, correcting him. “It’s a vacation when people get married.”

  I’m probably not going to be able to explain the nuances of a honey moon and marital customs to my two year old son, but I try anyway.

  The doorbell rings.

  “I’ll get it,” says Sarah, rushing through the apartment towards the elevator, where she waits for her mother to arrive.

  I still have the same ridiculous elevator door, where people just arrive directly into the apartment. Ever since having a child, I’ve wondered if it’s perhaps not too practical. Maybe a regular door would be better. Sarah and I have talked about moving out to long island, and we might do it someday. But for now we’re content to live in Manhattan.

  We got married one year after Sarah gave birth to John Junior. It was a small wedding, and we managed to keep the paparazzi out of it. Now that we’re happily married, there’s no more “scandal,” so the press ends up just leaving us alone. In their eyes, we’re just boring old regular people, albeit very rich ones. We’re no longer celebrities with “scandals.” And that’s just fine with us. We’re happier than we’ve ever been. John has been an absolute joy, although at times he certainly can be a handful.

  Despite my wealth, Sarah and I never wanted to take an exotic vacation because of John Junior. We didn’t feel comfortable leaving him alone until after his second birthday.

  “Hi, John,” says my mother in law, giving me a kiss on the cheek, and simultaneously handing me what feels like a zillion suitcases.

  How long does she think she’s staying? I think to myself.

  The honeymoon is supposed to be just two weeks. I don’t think either Sarah or I would want to spend more time away from John Junior. We thought about bringing him, but for what we have planned it might be a little too much for him.

  “OK, honey,” says Sarah, bending down and kissing John Junior. “You’re going to stay here with your grandmother, OK? We’ll be back very soon. Just two weeks.”

  “I’ll miss you,” says John Junior.

  But he looks bravely up at us and I know that he’s actually looking forward to the time with his grandmother. Aside from us, she’s his favorite person.

  My mother and law and I have in the past ha
d a somewhat tense relationship, and Sarah certainly has had one with her own mother. Things have been very, very tense between them. But with John Junior, Sarah’s mother is like a completely transformed woman. With him, all her tenseness falls away completely. Her voice becomes sweet and soft and it’s a pleasure watching the two of them play John Junior’s games together.

  “Ready, honey?” I say, putting my arm around Sarah.

  “You take good care of your grandmother, John,” I say, winking at my son.

  My son... I love saying those words. It’s a magical feeling being a parent. Something you can’t imagine until it happens to you. I know Sarah feels exactly the same way.

  We’re both shedding a few tears as we leave the apartment.

  “It’ll be OK,” I say. “It’s good for his development to spend some time with other people. I read it in one of the parenting books.” I’ve just about devoured all the books on parenting I could find. “This is just the right time for it to happen. Plus, it’ll be nice for just the two of us to spend some time together. We’ll be back really soon.”

  “You’re right,” says Sarah, giving me a kiss on the lips. “How did I ever land a husband who’s not only so handsome but also so intelligent?”

  “How did I ever get such a beautiful and smart wife?” I say.

  I lean in and kiss her.

  “Get a room, you two,” says the new doorman, waving at us jovially. He’s a big man who I can’t help think looks almost exactly like Santa Clause…or his twin brother.

  We take a private jet that I’ve contracted out. First, we’re headed to a beach in Mexico, and then we’re headed to Japan, France, and Egypt. It’s not going to be your typical honey moon in that we’re not going to be spending all of our time at the beach. Sarah hasn’t spent much time traveling the world so we thought it might be good for her to get out and see some other cultures. I think she’s really excited about going to Japan and Egypt and of course France…