Chapter 5 #2
Her cabin is tucked at the edge of the woods with soft lights glowing through the windows. I park next to her in the driveway and meet her at her car.
"May I walk you to your door?" I ask, helping her out of the car.
"Yes, I'd like that."
We walk in silence, our breath fogging in the February air. She unlocks her front door, then turns to face me.
The porch light casts a warm glow over her features as she's looking up at me, and I'm losing every battle I've ever fought with myself.
"Thank you, again," she says softly. "For dinner. For showing up. I really enjoyed this.” She takes a breath. “And I’d like to spend more time with you.”
"Sloane." My voice comes out like gravel. "I need you to understand something. I'm not the kind of man who does things halfway. If this…goes further, it won't be casual. It won't be a fling."
She nods. "I know."
"Do you? Because once I have you, I won’t want to let go."
She steps closer, her eyes traveling over my face. "I don't want you to let go."
I break.
One hand slides under her hair over the back of her neck, the other pulls her hip against me…and I claim her mouth.
I pour fifteen years of loneliness and wanting into this searing, passionate kiss.
She moans against my lips and I swallow the sound, my tongue sliding against hers, my fingers tightening in her hair. She tastes like everything I've ever dreamed of.
I crowd her against the doorframe, my body pressing her into the wood, and she arches into me. I'm hard—painfully, obviously hard—and when she rolls her hips against me, I growl into her mouth.
I pull back, breath ragged, thumb stroking her lower lip. "If I don’t leave now—"
"No." Her hands fist in my sweater. “Don’t leave.”
"Sloane—"
"Please." Those green eyes, dark with want, blink up at me. "Please, Daddy."
The word hits me like a bolt of lightning to the groin. But every nerve ending in my body ignites.
Fuck.
"Inside," I rasp.
She pulls me through the door and I close it behind us.
Her living room is small and homey, but I barely notice anything else because she's standing in front of me, chest heaving, lips swollen from my kiss, looking at me like she could devour me.
I cup her face in my hands. "We're going to talk about this in more detail soon,” I say, steadying my voice. "Boundaries. Limits. What you need, what I need. But right now—" I stroke her cheek and feel her shiver "—I need to know you understand what you're asking for."
"I understand," she says, desire written all over her face. "And I know what I want." She turns her head and presses a kiss to my palm. "I want you."
Damn, she has me fighting not to shake. "Safeword."
"Offside," she says quickly.
Appropriate given her soccer background.
Something inside me unlocks. She knows this isn't some naive fantasy—she understands the dynamic. And she's choosing this. Choosing me.
"Good girl," I murmur.
The effect is instantaneous. Her whole body goes soft, her eyes fluttering half-closed, a small sound escaping her throat.
Jesus.
I've said those words before. But it never felt this powerful in the past. It never made my blood sing and my heart pound and my cock throb against my zipper.
“Come here,” I say, guiding her to the couch. I sit down, then pull her to stand between my spread knees.
"Strip for me, sweetheart."
She kicks off her shoes as her hands tremble undoing the buttons of her sweater. Slowly she reveals a lacy bralette that barely contains her luscious tits. She pulls off the sweater then unfastens her jeans, shimmying them down her hips to show matching panties.
I watch every movement, my hands curled into fists on my thighs, and it's taking every ounce of discipline I have not to grab her, and ravage every inch of her sexy body.
Patience.
She stands before me, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Her nipples are stiff beneath the lace and I can see the damp spot on her silky little panties.
Her fingers hover at the clasp of her bralette.
"Keep going," I say quietly. "Let Daddy see all of you."
The bralette falls away. Then she slides off the panties. And now she’s naked in front of me, vulnerable and beautiful and trusting me completely.
She's fucking stunning. Her tits are full and round, tipped with tender pink nipples, pebbled and begging to be sucked.
Her belly is toned and soft in all the right places, a sweet groove down the center that I plan to follow with my tongue.
Her waist dips dramatically before flaring out to hips that were made for my hands.
The curve of her ass, so tight and firm, is mouth watering, while those legs go on forever, lean and muscled from years of hard work on the soccer field.
But my eyes zero in on the decadent spot between her thighs, glistening just for me.
"Sit." I pat my thigh. “Here on Daddy’s lap, with your back to me.”
She does, and I groan at the heat of her against my jeans. She's soaking wet—I can feel it through the denim.
I reach around and cup her tits, kneading them gently, savoring the weight of them in my hands.
She moans, her back arching to press them more firmly into my palms. I brush my fingers over her hard nipples and she shudders, her thighs tightening.
When I circle the peaks teasingly, she whimpers and squirms, gasping with my touch, hips rocking.
“My baby likes having her tits played with…” I murmur, approvingly.
“Y-yes,” she breathes.
I trail my hands down her sides, feeling the goosebumps that rise in my wake.
She’s trembling, a fine vibration running through her entire body.
When I grip her waist, then slide my fingers over hips and legs, she moans again.
And as I circle her knees and then tease back upward toward her center, her nails dig into my flanks.
“Oh yes, so sensitive,” I whisper.
She can’t stop moving…fidgeting, shifting, shaking, and grinding against my leg in tiny desperate motions.
Every touch pulls a new reaction from her: a shiver when I drag my fingers under her breasts, a gasp when I stroke down her belly, a full-body tremor when I brush dangerously close to her pussy.
It’s driving me insane, watching her come apart from just my hands on her sweet body, feeling her respond to me like I’m playing an instrument I was born to master.
"This little pussy," I murmur, finally sliding my fingers over her folds.
“Ohhh…” she gasps, trying to stay still.
I grunt. “Is already so wet."
"I've been thinking about having your hands on me all week," she admits, her voice cracking.
"I know, baby." I’m careful to circle her clit slowly, her hips jerking and desperate to chase me. "Those letters you sent...they drove me fucking crazy."
"I ho-hoped they would, Daddy,” she manages to get out.
I growl and reward her with a slightly firmer stroke, and she moans, her head falling back.
God, this is my heaven. A beautiful woman in my lap, trusting me with her body, calling me Daddy like it's the most natural thing in the world.
"Please," she whimpers, grinding against my hand. "Daddy, I want—"
"Tell me what you want."
"I want to come." She's writhing, aching for the friction. "I’m ready."
I let my fingers slide through her folds, rubbing her throbbing clit. “You want to come on my fingers, baby. Are they touching your sweet pussy just how you like? Finding all those tender little nerves?”
“Yes, yessss…”
"Then I’ll allow you to come," I growl, my fingers moving faster over her clit, coated in her slick arousal. "Let Daddy take care of you."
She makes another decadent sound and then shatters.
Her orgasm hits her like a wave, her whole body tensing and then releasing, a sob tearing from her throat. She jerks and convulses against my fingers, hips thrusting, and I work her pulsing clit through every aftershock, as she soaks my fingers and my jeans.
"That’s my good girl. You’re so beautiful when you climax."
She collapses back against my chest, trembling. I wrap an arm around her and hold her to prevent her from falling off my lap, pressing kisses to her back and her shoulder.
My cock is raging like mad.
But she’s given me something precious tonight.
Her trust. Her vulnerability. Her submission.
And we’re just getting started.