Chapter Sixteen #2
Those dainty fingers finally make their way into her pussy, and I grab the ledge of the sink because my knees briefly buckle when the sexiest moan leaves her lips.
“Come first,” she begs. “I want to see what it looks like when you come.”
“I’m going to make a mess.”
“I’ll clean it up with my tongue,” she responds, and I realize we’re no longer referring to that night.
I spit in my hand so it glides easier over my cock, and I don’t miss the whimper that leaves her in response.
I begin moving it faster, rubbing in the slickness over every inch to match the speed of her fingers rubbing her clit.
I pull my eyes off her pussy to move up her body to her face, wanting to see her eyes, but they’re trained on my cock with her lip trapped between her teeth.
“Eyes on me, Halle.” I think this is the most I’ve probably ever used her name since I’ve known her, and a part of me wonders what that means. A floating thought moves through me that maybe we were preparing to be more than just Saint and Wild.
Maybe this step meant that we were ready to become Halle and Sebastian.
“Wild,” she moans.
“Sebastian,” I correct her, wanting maybe for the first time to hear my name leave her lips when she comes. I take a step closer to the shower and put my arm out against the glass. I use it to lean on while I move my hand faster. “You’re so perfect, baby. So fucking mine.”
“I need you,” she trembles, and I know her orgasm is looming. “Oh my God.”
“Let me see,” I tell her. “Spread that gorgeous cunt open for me.” I move closer, so I’m not quite in the shower but close enough that I can see her clit pulsing with every swipe of her finger.
“I’m coming in,” I declare, and she takes a step so her back is against the tile.
I drop to my knees instantly, wanting an up close and personal look at her orgasm, and my mouth waters for a taste.
She’s rubbed most of the soap in, but there are still a few suds clinging to her slick skin as she works her precious cunt that I’ve been obsessed with for so fucking long.
I move faster, and when I look up, I catch her staring at me through hooded slits, that lip still fucking trapped between her teeth.
“I know it wasn’t the original plan, but you need my dick, gorgeous?” Her eyes flutter shut before she nods her head slowly.
“Please,” she begs, and I can hear the desperation in her voice.
“Please… what?” I probe, and her eyes fly open because she knows what I want to hear.
We didn’t do it often. But there was something about her calling me that fucking D word that made me untamed and fucking savage.
So she knows she’s in for a hard fucking if I want to hear that word fall from her lips.
I stand, towering over her, my dick pressing against her as I continue to rub it while using the silky skin of her stomach to help get me there.
“Be a good girl and tell me what I want to hear.”
“Please… Daddy.”
“Fuck,” I mouth as my eyes slam shut. My orgasm moves through me and shoots out all over my hand and her stomach and the floor. I box her against the shower wall and tilt her chin up to meet mine. “I love you so fucking much, you know that?”
“Not usually the response to calling you Daddy.” She giggles, but I don’t join her. My mind is moving years into the future, where we’re doing this while there’s a ring on her finger and I’ve replaced the word stepsister with the word wife.
Remembering what she said, I put those thoughts on hold to stay in the moment. “You did such a good job making Daddy come, Princess. But you know I don’t like coming before you.”
I move her hand away, replacing it with my own and capturing her lips with mine. I rub her gently as I make love to her mouth, trying to pour everything I’m feeling into her through my lips and fingers. “Come for Daddy, sweetheart.”
“Can I have your mouth?” she asks timidly while she drags her fingers over her initials tattooed across my heart.
“Such a good girl for asking so nicely,” I murmur against her ear.
“But you know you can have whatever you want. I can never say no to you.” I get on my knees in front of her and press my lips to her mound, remembering that this is the second time I’ve been in this position today.
I eat her almost savagely, my tongue diving inside her and exploring every inch of her that I can reach.
“Daddy!” she cries out as both hands fly to my hair, alerting me that she’s very close, and I know the exact way to get what I want.
I move a hand up and slide it across her ass cheek inward to her asshole.
“Do it,” she whines. “Touch me there.” I’ve barely pushed my finger an inch inside her before she’s coming around me.
“Oh my God, fuck me.” I continue to lick her through her orgasm and even through the aftershocks.
“Too sensitive,” she whimpers while trying to push my face away from her sex, but I keep my tongue against her, alternating between light, gentle licks and hard, long ones.
“Sebastian,” she squeals, and then a giggle leaves her lips, which only happens when she’s feeling overly sensitive.
I don’t stop, but I replace my tongue with my lips to give her clit and pussy lips gentle kisses like I would her face.
I continue this for a while before I’m off my knees and staring down at her.
“Sebastian,” she whispers. Water droplets are gathering on her eyelashes, and her mascara has started to run. But, I can tell that her eyes are starting to get teary. “I love you too, by the way,” she says in reference to me saying it earlier in the midst of our Daddy play.
I nod, words briefly failing me because I’m overcome with lust and love and the thought that I was really going to spend the rest of my life with the woman in front of me.
“Nothing could ever make me give you up. It’s been you and me for twenty years now.
I need another twenty and then another and another until we take our last breaths, Halle. ”