11. Jacob
Eleven
Jacob
“Would you like a bath, darling?” I ask, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
“Mmm, yes please,” she says, stretching out against me. “Especially if you join me.”
I kiss down her neck, across her shoulder, back to her collarbone. She’s so sweet, so delicious that I can’t seem to stop.
“Of course,” I say, giving her neck a gentle suck before somehow pulling myself away.
I roll out of bed and pad into the adjoining bathroom, with its walk-in shower and massive soaker tub, easily big enough to hold both of us.
I turn on the water, carefully adjusting the temperature until it’s pleasantly warm but not scalding.
Through the windows I can see the sunrise scattering pink and gold light over the city.
As the tub fills, I watch the way the light plays against the endless glass of the Toronto skyline, turning when I hear footsteps behind me.
Camryn’s standing there, completely naked and fully on display. I enjoyed getting to know her body last night, in the darkness with the storm cocooning us away from the world, but seeing her in the early morning sunshine, completely exposed, is something else entirely.
She’s like a work of art, her curves something that belong in a museum. I can’t stop myself from palming my dick, and her eyes track the movement. She’s taking me in too, so I drop my hand and let her look.
“I can’t believe that fit inside me,” she says with a blush and a giggle as she stares at my hard cock. I close the distance between us, pulling her into my arms. My cock presses against her soft stomach as I weave my hands into her tangled hair.
“You took me so well, Cammie. You were perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
She bites her lip as she smiles up at me. “I still have a lot to learn.”
I kiss her forehead. “Good thing you have a very patient and thorough teacher.” I can’t stop myself from lowering my mouth to hers, kissing her softly but deeply, taking my time.
The heat simmering between us is different than the intense passion that exploded between us last night.
It’s more profound. It’s us, naked and kissing in broad daylight, not hiding in the shadows of a stormy night. It feels solid and permanent.
It feels like a missing puzzle piece clicking into place.
I manage to pull myself away from her to check on the progress of the water flowing into the tub.
I kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose, her chin, and then pull away, shutting off the water.
Steam curls in the air around us as I take her hand and guide her into the warm water.
It sloshes against the sides of the soaker tub as I step in behind her.
I help her sink into the water, and the sigh she lets out does something to me.
My balls give a little throb, and I know it’s because I get off on taking care of her. Looking after her.
I settle behind her, her blond hair floating on the surface of the water like strands of gold. My hard dick presses into the small of her back, but I’m not going to fuck her again this morning, as much as I might want to. She’s sore, and right now she needs her Daddy to take care of her.
Her skin is soft and pink, her thighs rubbing against mine. The bathroom is silent, save for the gentle lap of water against the side of the tub and our contented breaths. It’s incredible how natural, how easy this intimacy feels.
How…inevitable.
I reach for a plush wash cloth and lather it up with my expensive body wash, loving that she’s going to smell like me all day.
Slowly, I drag the cloth over her shoulders and down her arms, across her breasts, teasing her nipples into pretty little peaks.
She shifts against me, soft and pliant as she lets me wash her.
I work the cloth down her stomach, across her hips and to her thighs.
“Spread a bit wider for me, darling,” I say, and she does without hesitation. My sweet girl.
I work the cloth between her legs, washing her sore pussy with careful, gentle swipes.
She lets out a soft moan, hips shifting, making the water ripple around us.
I wash her legs, her ankles, her feet, then slowly return between her spread thighs.
I let my hand rest between her legs, just holding her. Soothing and claiming at the same time.
Her skin is flushed a deeper shade of pink now, probably from the water and my ministrations.
“You’re so beautiful, Cammie,” I say, kissing her neck. I trace the outer swell of her breast with my free hand, watching her skin pebble under my touch. I feel like I’m sinking underwater, losing myself to this obsession, and I don’t care. I never want to surface.
“This feels like a dream,” she says in a soft voice, and I cup her chin, turning her face towards mine.
“I know what you mean, sweetheart. But it’s not.” I drag my thumb across her pouty bottom lip. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
She leans into my touch, so sweetly submissive that my cock swells even more.
“But…what if someone finds out? It’ll ruin your reputation. It’ll be a scandal. I used to be your stepdaughter and now we’re…I’m…”
“Now you’re mine.” I rub her pussy and pinch her nipple, reminding her subtly that I’m in charge.
“If the truth comes out before we’re ready, I’ll deal with it.
But for now, it’s just us. Our little secret.
” I don’t want her to be a secret. I want the world to know she’s mine.
But right now, I know that this promise of secrecy is what she needs, and I’ll always give my girl what she needs.
“If it makes you feel better, we’ll keep it quiet. For now.”
She moans, pushing into my touch. “Oh, Daddy,” she sighs. “You make it sound so easy. So simple.”
I roll her nipple between my fingers. “Because it is. I’m not letting you go. Ever. You’re mine, Cammie. You’re Daddy’s girl now, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans, arching up to kiss me. Her tongue is bolder, more confident than last night, and we kiss and kiss, unhurried, savoring, luxuriating. When we break apart, she reaches for the discarded washcloth, lathers it up with more soap, and starts working it in soothing circles over my chest.
She washes me slowly, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she focuses on her task.
She glides the wash cloth over my shoulders, down my arms, across my chest, teasing it over my nipples.
The corner of my mouth quirks up in a smile.
God, I would let this woman do anything to me.
Anything, as long as it meant she was mine, and I was hers.
She slips the cloth lower, dragging it over my stomach. I groan when she wraps it around my cock, stroking me as she washes me.
“That feels good, sweetheart,” I say, my voice a deep rumble.
“I like taking care of you,” she says, slipping the cloth down to my balls and washing them with gentle care. Water sloshes against the side of the tub as she shifts, her eyes fixed on where her hands are wrapped around me.
I can’t remember the last time I felt so cared for. I can’t remember the last time someone touched me like this, with tenderness and reverence and sweetness.
I don’t think anyone ever has.
My heart becomes a wild, untamed thing in my chest, hammering fiercely against my ribs, and I reach for her, pulling her close. I need to feel her skin pressed against mine. I need her.
I need her.
She moans quietly as my hard cock presses into the softness of her stomach, and I claim her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, needing the connection.
Needing to taste her. She moans again as our tongues slide together, her hand still wrapped around my dick.
She strokes me with maddening slowness, the slide of her palm driving me wild.
I groan, my hips lifting instinctively as I chase her touch.
Her thumb swipes over the head of my cock, and I can feel my resolve not to fuck her again this morning unraveling.
Fast. And from the way her hips are starting to writhe as she jacks my cock and sucks on my tongue, I think she’s on the same page.
I growl against her lips and kiss her harder, deeper, passion sweeping through me like a storm. I spear my fingers into her hair, holding her in place as I fuck her mouth with my tongue, making silent, dirty promises about all the things I’m going to do to her.
“Daddy,” she whimpers against my mouth, and I feel completely unhinged. If she asked me to burn down an entire city for her right now, I’d do it.
“Mr. Brooks? Are you home?” The female voice cuts through the haze of lust like a hot knife through butter.