His Surprise Baby - His Secret Baby

I sipped the wine carefully, not wanting to get drunk. He was a bit more liberal with his intake, still not seeming to be affected much by it.

"Would you like something to eat?" he asked.

"All I really want is to fuck your brains out," I blurted, surprising myself with my forwardness.

I didn't usually talk like that, particularly about sex, but I had said it and there was no way to take it back.

"Oh?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow in surprise.

"Y-you don't seem to think I really want to do it. I want to prove you wrong."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Fuck yes!" I nearly screamed, all the pent-up frustration and horniness coming out at once.

Seemingly unphased, Logan put down his wine glass and stood up. His hard-on was then apparent in his pants. Without a word he came over to me and scooped me up into his arms as though I weighed nothing.

I instinctively put my arms around his neck and he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. The room was as big as the rest of the house and similarly decorated. The bed sat in the middle of the room and was a massive, four-poster deal, the king-sized mattress set into an intricately carved wooden bed frame.

Logan lay me out on the bed and kissed me on the lips. I returned his kissed for a while but then just couldn't take it anymore and basically jammed my tongue into his mouth. Logan took the hint and gave me his tongue as well.

I settled down a bit and we made out that way for a while, like we had when we were in high school. Logan put his hand on my thigh. I gasped but willed myself not to pull away. I wanted this for sure this time and wanted him to know it.

I opened my legs to make myself absolutely clear. Getting the message loud and clear, Logan slid his hand sensuously up my thigh lightly caressing my soft skin, which had grown more sensitive with arousal. Finally, he got to my pussy and I could have cried with joy.

Softly he massaged my pussy lips while continuing to kiss me the way I liked. When I was ready, he slipped a finger deep inside me. I gasped and jerked, unable to keep control, the shock of him finally touching me being too much.

"Are you okay?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

I nodded quickly, unable to speak. Logan kept going, moving his finger inside me. I closed my eyes and moaned again, loud this time, my pelvis raising slightly off the bed. He stopped again. I almost cried, this time in tragedy.

"A-are you still a virgin?" he asked.

I nodded again, tears actually coming to my eyes. It had been so long and I wanted it so much. I really didn't want him to stop.

"Oh," he said, not sounding like he wanted to stop at all. "I'll be really gentle."

"You don't have to. I mean, it's really not a big deal. I just really need to fuck. You can do whatever you want to me."

I probably didn't need to add that last part, but I really wanted him to know that I, for one, wasn't teasing. I really wanted it and wanted it right then.

He kissed me deeply, letting me know he felt the same way and pushed two fingers inside my tight, virgin pussy. I would have screamed if my mouth weren't otherwise occupied. In pleasure, not pain, his fingers filling my little pussy and brushing against my clit, feeling better than I ever could have imagined.

I had fingered myself, of course, but it had never felt anything like this. I started moving my hips to his rhythm, letting him know how much I liked it. After a while he started to go faster and move his fingers in a sort of come here motion, hitting me right in the G-spot, the lower part of his fingers still working my clit.

I was in awe of his coordination. I peeled out of my dressed as he worked me, leaving me naked and vulnerable, quickly going back into the kiss.

He worked me like that, keeping my tongue good and busy as well, until I was hit with a massive orgasm, nearly making me squirt on to his high thread-count sheet. He kept making out with me, tenderly stoking the outside of my pussy as I came down.

He took his tongue out my mouth again and kissed me on the lips. I kissed back, putting both of my hands on the back of his head, wanting him to stay right there. He didn't, of course, moving down to my cheek and then mu neck and down towards my chest.

After giving my tits some tender love with his warm hands and lovely tongue, he moved down to my belly, mixing in light licks with his soft kisses, always keeping his hand on my pussy. Not working it, not really, just sort of cupping it, letting me know he was still there. Not that I needed any reminding as he swirled his soft tongue around my navel, dipping it in on occasion.