Page 62 of Bartholomew
“Yes, Daddy?” I decided to push. And mercy above was I rewarded. His eyes snapped up to mine. Dark blue irises meeting lighter blue ones. His pupils dilated, and I saw the need, the longing and the passion that came off of his entire form in waves.
“Say it again,” he growled. My core clenched, deep inside of me, aching to be stretched and filled until I could bear it no longer.
“Daddy,” I groaned, my eyes locked on his. This was passion. This was heat unlike any I had ever felt before. My hand swiveled and twisted over the head of his cock, feeling him twitch and grow beneath my hand.
“So fucking good. A little tighter, firefly,” he groaned, commanding me to obey his words even here in the bathtub. Something rose within me, wanting nothing more than to obey his every command. In a bed. In the bath. Anywhere he chose.
“Like this? Just like this?” I cooed. This power, this ability to please him and make him shudder with his own need for me, had me on fire, ignited with a lust I had never felt and found myself quickly addicted to.
“That’s it, babygirl. Make me feel good. Make me so hard before I slide into your wet little cunt.” His vulgar language should have turned me off. It should have had me grimacing in distaste. But it did the exact opposite. I felt myself clench, aching to be filled even more so than before. His words drove me further, pushed me higher. I couldn’t hold back the noises that slipped from my lips.
“Do you like that, little firefly? Do you like it when I use words like that? When I talk about how badly I want to fuck that pretty little cunt until you cum around my hard cock?” he goaded. My legs squeezed around his waist tighter, pulling our bodies closer. “Put me inside of you, firefly. Take me deep inside and let me make you scream again.”
I couldn’t say another word as he claimed my lips, biting and flicking and toying with me as I lined the head of his swollen length up to my core. Sliding the head of him against my folds, I shuddered in a ragged breath. Mercy, I was needy for him already.
The head of his cock nudged against my opening. I shifted my hips, letting him push inside of me. His arms, like two steel bands, wrapped around my torso and held me close as he slid completely inside of me, the water sloshing around us as we moved together.
“My firefly,” he groaned against my lips, his hands finding my hips and rocking me onto his hard shaft. I whimpered against his lips, lost in the swirling sensations that were fixated directly on where we were connected and radiated outwards, all the way to my fingertips.
“Daddy,” I gasped. His heated stare, his groan of need, pushed me further. He liked when I called him that. I could feel him swelling, twitching deep inside of me as he rocked, hitting that spot over and over deep within my warmth.
“Christ, how I need you, firefly.” He leaned back, separating us just enough that he could watch himself push inside of me beneath the waves of water we created. I wanted that power back, to make him feel how he made me feel.
“Don’t stop, Daddy,” I moaned, rocking my hips faster, digging my nails into the skin on his shoulders.
“Fuck me!” he grunted loudly, his hands squeezing my hips tighter, rocking us faster and faster.
“Please! Yes!” I cried out, feeling myself clench around him. I gathered up my courage and threw caution to the wind. “Fuck me, Daddy!” I cried out loudly as my orgasm hit.
“FUCK!” he nearly screamed, his hands surely leaving bruises as he pulled my body down onto him hard, slamming his cock into me with ferocity.
I clung to him, holding on for dear life as we climaxed around each other, the water finally sloshing over the sides of the tub. I held his head to my breast as we came down slowly, remembering how to breathe.
“How the heck do we get out of this position now?” I chuckled breathlessly.
“Where the hell did that come from?” he panted out, his breath fanning out against the swell of my breast, his hands clutching my back and holding me close.
“Where did what come from?” I asked, confused.
“Those words, Delilah,” he groaned out comically.
“What about them…. Daddy,” I teased, laughing as he groaned. Then he sucked my nipple into his mouth, making my own chuckles turn into moans of desire. “You are insatiable,” I chided playfully.
“As are you, love. As are you.” Carefully, he disentangled our bodies. “Now, let’s get you out of this tub and dried off. The water is getting cold.”
Carefully, he helped me step out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around my body.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured, kissing the still moist skin right on the curve of my shoulder.
“You make me feel soft,” I admitted quietly. He did. He made me feel small, and soft, and feminine, in all the best ways. Drying me off slowly, he rubbed the luxurious terry cloth over my skin lovingly, almost reverently.
“I like you like this. Well touched, well loved, well fucked. All soft and warm and rosy-hued.” He was so close, I could not help but reach out, touching the spot where a small drop of water had run down his torso, a rivulet streaking down his abdomen. I wanted to lick that spot, to dry the droplet from his heated flesh and make him feel wanted.
I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste him. Leaning forward, I did the very thing I had imagined, feeling the muscles in his abdomen clench as he hissed at the sensation.
“Delilah,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”
“I couldn’t help it. I needed to taste,” I purred, looking up at him through my lashes as I kissed another droplet of water off of his chest.
