Page 12 of Voyage with Dad's Best Friend
“I love watching stars,” I say after telling the mythology. “They’re there no matter where I go, even though sometimes I don’t see them. They’re my faithful companions.”
When I finish speaking, Elle still doesn’t stir. Thinking she’s fallen asleep, I turn to look at her.
She’s staring at me with those innocent hazel eyes. “Why aren’t you married, Dan?” she murmurs.
Damn. Why does she keep steering our conversation into relationship territory? I know I can’t avoid it for long because she’s insistent and will come back to this sooner or later. So I tell her the truth, “Because I haven’t met the right woman.”
“That’s what my dad says.” She huffs. “But I don’t believe it.”
I’m taken aback and I chuckle. “Why not? What do you think it’s the reason?”
“I think you’re just a player,” she says flatly.
“What gives you the idea?” I blurt.
“You like to make woman fall for you, although you don’t care for them.”
My mouth falls open. “You’re being absurd, Elle. Is it because of Martha? To tell the truth, there isn’t anything between us at all. I’ve never tried to seduce her, or anyone else.”
“But you said she was attractive.”
I run my hand through my thick hair. Damn. What am I supposed to say to make her forgive me? “She’s an attractive woman, but I’m not attracted to her.”
She falls silent. I congratulate myself for clearing that matter and switch my attention back to the sky.
But I haven’t really had time to exhale my relief when she speaks again, quietly. “Are you gay?”
I jerk my head around to look at her. Is she serious? Couldn’t she feel my attraction for her? “No, sweetheart. I’m not. I kissed you, twice, didn’t I?” Not to mention other things I did to her.
“Mmm, yeah,” she murmurs while still gazing at me. “But I keep thinking maybe it didn’t mean anything. Maybe those were chaste kisses to you…because how come you don’t follow up on them?”
I inhale sharply and pull her to me. “Elle, I assure you those weren’t chaste kisses. They burned me as much they did you. My day has been hell without the… follow-up. You don’t know what I’ve been through. I would’ve fucked you right here on the deck if Martha weren’t here…” I shut up.Shit. Why did I say that?
But Elle’s morose is gone. Her eyes are brighter than the stars. “She’s not here now. Does it mean you will…do it?”
My cock jolts violently in my shorts, urging me to do just what she suggests. She wants it. Damn it. I should give it to her.
“No, Elle. Your dad would kill me if I did that.”
“Are you afraid of my dad?” She looks disappointed now.
“Not really,” I say. “But I don’t want to hurt you either.”
“Why would you hurt me? I want you, Dan,” she says and reaches for my hand.
I want to push her away, but all I do is to watch her as she takes my hand to her mouth and sucks my fingers. Fuck. Her mouth is so hot and her lips and tongue are soft. My boner jumps again, wanting to get in her mouth, too.
She keeps sucking my fingers a moment longer, seeing I don’t resist, she then takes my hand down to her bosom. I groan as soon as I feel the soft globe under the thin fabric, and I lose it right there. I tug her dress down first, and then her bra, and then I run my tongue over her areola and suck her rose peak hungrily.
Elle stares at me wild-eye first, as if startled by my sudden burst of passion. Good. She’s been teasing me all day. I’ll let her have a taste of the beast in me. If she asks me to stop, I will. But she doesn’t. Her eyes only turn dark and dreamy. And she moans like a kitten in heat. “Oh, Dan. This feels good. I love it.”
Fuck. I’ll see how much she can take. Still fondling her milky mound, my other hand thrust between her thighs to find her warm center. She surprises me again by spreading herself, letting me have my way. The moment I feel her flower petals, I groan. “You’re so fucking wet, you little wicked girl. Do you want me so much?”
“I do. I want you, Dan!” she cries as she grinds on my hand, even though I’m stroking her. She’s so needy. “Keep touching me, please.”
I don’t need to be asked twice. I stroke her folds up and down and strum her swollen nub. The slippery feel and the squishy sounds drive me crazy. I want to free my rod and plunge into her sopping slit. It’s got to be hot and soft in there. But I have to make her come first. I know it won’t take long from the way she responds. I push a finger into her velvety channel. Fuck. She’s so tight. My finger can barely make its way through. And what the hell is this?
Suddenly it dawns on me. “Are you a virgin, Elle?” I ask. I wished for it but didn’t think it was possible.
