Chapter 12 #2
“If it’s cold outside, of course.” He dipped his finger in white paint and dotted the mixture all over the sky. “Check this out! Snow! You even have a flake on your nose.”
Before she could move, he touched the tip of her nose with the last of the white clinging to his skin. Alessia squinted, trying to see. “Daddy! You gave me a clown nose.”
“Those are red. Watch.” He dunked his thumb into another pot of paint and dabbed that on him.
She lasted exactly three seconds before she burst into laughter. He did resemble a clown. “You should wear that to Nightfall, Daddy! Everyone would love it.”
Titus pantomimed creating a drink as he tossed bottles behind his back and shook an imaginary shaker. Alessia clapped and cheered. “Go, Titus! Make me an Alessia!”
“Of course, my lady,” he answered, winking at her before patting his heart three times to remind her he loved her deeply.
Her heart skipped a beat. Even when he was silly, Titus didn’t joke about how he felt.
Enzo doesn’t have a heart at all. She sobered when the memory of Enzo’s actions popped back into her mind.
Forcing her thoughts back to Titus, Alessia blew him a kiss.
Titus caught the flying treat before continuing, “One cannot indulge in a high-quality cocktail like an Alessia unclean.” Before she had a chance to process his words, Titus scooped her up in his arms. “Shower time, Little mate.”
“You’re getting paint on my clothes, Daddy!”
“It will wash out, Alessia,” he promised as he carried her toward the door. “For our next artistic adventure, we’ll fingerpaint naked.”
A visual image of Titus dressed only in his apron popped into her mind.
The fabric would cover a lot of his yumminess, but perhaps she could talk him into shaking his butt like he did when mixing drinks.
Alessia slapped her hands over her mouth to stop the howl of amusement that bubbled up inside her.
“You will not paint my cock, Little mate,” he said, looking stern.
That provoked a different picture in her brain. She could stripe his shaft like a candy cane. Alessia licked her lips. Would he taste sweet?
“Fuck, Alessia. You’re torturing your Daddy,” he said, as if her actions gave away her thoughts.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said as Titus carried her past their bed and into the huge attached bathroom.
“You are not,” he growled, setting her feet down. Her clothes flew into the hamper with impressive speed as the water heated in the large shower. His jeans and T-shirt followed hers quickly, and Titus steered her by the shoulders into the spray.
She wiggled happily in front of him as he lathered her sweet form with fragrant soap. He helped her lean into the cascading water to wet her hair. Alessia loved the sensation of Titus rubbing her scalp. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the delicious treat.
Titus did so much for her. An idea formed in her head. She should return the favor. When she was completely clean, Alessia took the liquid soap from his hands. “My turn, Daddy.”
His slow smile did funny things to her insides. Already aroused by his touch as Titus cleaned her skin, she stroked the satiny mixture over his hard muscles and bit her lower lip to avoid getting distracted. He was like a playground. She loved every inch of his hard body.
When he rotated to rinse the lather off his chest, Alessia sank to her knees.
The whisper of her movement made him glance over his shoulder in concern.
Titus looked at her with such desire, the air in the shower seemed to heat.
To get him moving a bit faster, Alessia daringly spanked his toned butt.
Amplified by the acoustics of the tiled walls, the slap rang out much louder than she had anticipated.
“Oops!” she whispered. Her cheeks had to be as red as the finger paint they’d used.
Slowly, Titus faced her, blocking the majority of the spray from her with his body. He stroked over his shaft, caressing himself. At eye level, she had the perfect view.
Daringly, Alessia reached up to tug his hand away. “No touching, Daddy. My turn.”
“It is, hmmm?” Titus slid his hand over her wet hair, smoothing her bangs out of her face.
“Yes, Daddy.” She sat on her heels, considering his erection intently.
“I may not survive this, Little mate.”
“Oh, you will.” With that promise, Alessia leaned forward and licked the tip. His erection jerked.
“Bad, penis,” she scolded his shaft before wrapping one hand around his thickness to hold his cock steadier. His groan made her smile slyly. Her plan to drive him crazy was working. She opened her lips and exhaled her warm breath over the broad head.
“Fuck, Little mate. Take me into your mouth,” he commanded, his hand cupped around the back of her skull.
Celebrating inside at the sound of his need, Alessia wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. She swirled her tongue over him and sucked lightly as she caressed the inside of his thigh. His muscles bunched powerfully under her fingertips.
Alessia leaned forward, slowly swallowing as much of his shaft as possible.
He struck the back of her throat, challenging her.
Instantly, Titus tugged her hair, pulling her away.
She shook her head slightly, refusing to release him.
Repeating her action, she tried again. His tip spurted a bit of his essence into her mouth.
Alessia swallowed, and he groaned in delight as her tongue and throat moved around him.
“Damn, Little mate. That’s incredible.” His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements subtly.
Alessia experimented with ways to pleasure him. She loved his vocal responses to her caresses. Titus didn’t stifle his groans or praise. She squeezed her fingers around the base of his cock when she couldn’t take all his length and girth.
“Yes, Alessia. Just like that,” he encouraged. “Your mouth feels like heaven.”
She cupped his balls, kneading them gently with her free hand. With the tip of her index finger, she rubbed a spot between the heavy globes and his anus. Titus’s hips bucked forward, pushing his shaft further into her mouth.
“Fuck. You’re going to make me lose my mind.”
Alessia hummed with satisfaction, pleased with herself. She’d never felt so powerful and desirable in her life. Daringly, she repeated the intimate caress.
With a roar, Titus lifted her off the shower floor and pressed her spine to the cool tile wall. As her vision whirled with the rapid shift, Alessia protested, “I wasn’t done.”
“I nearly was, temptress,” he growled as his hand swept down her body to glide through her pussy lips. “You’re soaked, Little mate.”
“You taste good, Daddy,” she whispered as she rubbed herself against his fingers.
“I have to be inside you, Little mate.” With that warning, he fitted his cock at her entrance and thrust forward, filling her perfectly.
Alessia’s eyes closed in ecstasy as their bodies meshed together intimately. His shaft claimed the space inside her. He paused for a moment and dropped his forehead to hers.
“Heaven,” he whispered into her mind.
She nodded and kissed him with all the emotions swirling inside her. Sharing with him the rightness, sensuality, and love that filled her heart, Alessia held nothing back. She was meant to be with him. Titus was hers as much as she was his.
Ripping her mouth from his, she claimed him. “Mine.”
“Always, Alessia. I’m yours.”
He withdrew and thrust forward. Alessia met his movement, grinding her pelvis on his and drawing a groan from them both.
Her hands stroked over his chest, and she treasured his hard muscles as the water cascaded over them.
She tasted his skin, trailing her tongue along the curve of his neck. Impulsively, she bit his shoulder.
His arms tightened around her, squeezing a squeak out of her. “You’re playing with fire, Little mate,” he warned.
She smiled at him, completely enjoying her power to affect him. With Titus, she was fearless. He made her dare to reach for what she desired most.
Titus tweaked her nipple, drawing her attention back to the present. He lifted her slightly higher and captured the stinging peak. She squirmed against him as Titus swirled his tongue over his target. He bit her gently. That last zing of pain launched her climax.
Her scream of delight echoed on the hard surfaces of the shower. Alessia clung to him as Titus pushed her pleasure higher and higher—demanding everything from her. She could only respond and seek to return the incredible sensations.
All thoughts vanished from her mind. She could only concentrate on him and the passion they shared.
Their skin slid against each other, every movement becoming a thrilling touch.
Over and over, Titus helped her come. When he finally allowed himself to join her, Titus emptied into her.
That rush of warmth triggered one last orgasm deep inside Alessia.
They slumped for support on the wall, recovering their breath. Slowly the world outside their intimate bubble registered to their senses. Titus kissed her temple.
“Thank you, Little Mate, for visiting Nightfall. I don’t want to imagine life without you.”
“I love you, Daddy,” she told him bravely.
He froze, searching her face as if to verify the truth of her statement.
Alessia nodded and repeated, “I love you, Daddy, with all my heart.”
Titus wrapped his arms around her body and hugged her tightly. “I love you, Little mate. Forever and ever.”
“Forever, Daddy.”