The Surrogate

The Gender Reveal Party

Thursday March 3rd, Switzerland.

The weeks are flying by. Since Seb's appearance in the Race Of Champions, in Sweden, Holly has been staying with him full time, flying straight to the UK for the launch of the AMR22 and to pre season testing in Barcelona, Spain. Now wherever he goes, she goes too and whenever he's at home in Switzerland, she's there too, having gained a visa that enables to stay for longer than the normal 90 day period. It means that's she's effectively moved in with him though whether her presence in his life will become permanent is still very much up in the air.

As for the baby, his little avocado is now a sweet potato. Holly's sporting a noticeable roundness to her tummy now, though it's not quite a pronounced baby bump yet but Seb is over the moon, saying how happy he is that she actually looks pregnant now. He adores her rounded tummy, he can't stop admiring it and touching it whenever he can, he's never felt a love before like the one he feels for the tiny human being inside her and today he'll find out if he's getting a son or a daughter.

Holly's rounded tummy is also appealing strongly to his breeding kink. Knowing that it's his baby inside her and seeing her getting bigger everyday makes him proud and this in turn strokes his ego in a 'she's mine and it's my baby inside her' kind of way which also turns him on. There's just something infinitely horny about seeing the beautiful woman he loves pregnant, it's like staking his claim in the ultimate way.

And luckily for him, Holly's sexual appetite is still as insatiable as his own.

He's fresh from the gym when he enters the bedroom, she's just woken from a short nap while downstairs the people Stefanie has hired are setting up in the lounge, kitchen and conservatory for the gender reveal party. He's already noticed the cake, it's a simple but classy affair, set on a white base and covered in white butter cream. It's quite tall, he's guessed that there's maybe four or five layers of cake to it and it's adorned with a strip of gold coloured icing around the bottom and a swirl of small gold, pink and blue hearts around it, rising to the top where a gold question mark finishes it off.

Cake is the furthest thing from her mind as her gaze settles on Seb, who's looking a little sweaty in a grey t-shirt and black shorts. His skin is flushed and a bit shiny, his hair is sticking to his forehead, he's sporting just the right amount stubble to give her some serious beard burn on her inner thighs and theres patches of sweat on the front his t-shirt that shows just how hard he's been working out. He looks, quite frankly, fuckable and right now there's nothing she'd like more than have him fuck her.

She doesn't even have to ask, he can see the hunger in her eyes and he can tell by the way her cheeks have flushed, her nipples have hardened (she's wearing a pair of baby blue panties and nothing else) and by the way she keeps pressing her lips together, the way she licks them and the way she keeps nibbling on her bottom lip.

She gets up from the bed and pads over to him on bare feet, twirling a lock of her hair as she asks, "good workout?"

He stands still, letting his arms hang loosely at his sides, waiting to see when temptation gets too much for her. "Yeah, it was good, had a long run on the treadmill," he replies, his eyes twinkling with curiosity as he waits to see what she'll do. He doesn't have to wait long.

She grabs him by the collar of his t-shirt and pulls him in for a hungry kiss, heating up from within the second his tongue slips into her mouth. Her hand slips down, southwards, until she reaches his shorts and she dips it beneath the waistband, quickly gaining entry into his boxers too where she begins to palm him. He gives her a little rut of his hips and lets out a low moan into her mouth which she feels sweep through her, straight down to her core which clenches as his dick hardens in her hand.