Page 6 of Voyage with Dad's Best Friend
Elle laughs and stands up, leaning against the railing to look at the dolphins. “Aww. So cute.”
I stand up next to her, wrapping my arm on her shoulders to protect her from falling. My eyes follow the dolphins as they swim away, but my mind is on Elle. I’m aware of her soft, warm body pressing against mine. We’re both soaked from the splash, but I don’t mind. I can hold her all day and not get tired. I don’t know it’s her shampoo or her lotion, but she smells like honey and coconut.
After the dolphins are gone, Elle doesn’t move or speak. Her cheek is nudging against my chest, and she’s breathing erratically. Wait, she’s sniffing me. Her little nose is rubbing against my shirt. My boner jolts. What’s she doing? Is she doing this on purpose, or does she have a habit to sniff other people’s shirts?
I swallow as my eyes fall onto the front of her body. Her t-shirt is no longer loose; instead, it plasters onto her body and shows her curves. Fuck me. Her bra is wet too, and I can see the shape of her little hard points.
My tent grows larger in an instant, and it doesn’t escape Elle’s attention. Her head bows slightly as she looks down to check me out, and then she gazes up at me again, just like earlier in the cabin. I don’t think the little girl knows much about sex, but her eager eyes tell me she isn’t ignorant either.
I don’t speak, but I lock eyes with her. I’m so hot I can see smokes coming out of my nostrils, and I can hear my thunderous heartbeat. Elle definitely gets the message because she’s breathing hard, too, and her heaving bosom draws my attention again. My eyes shift to its direction.
Elle looks down at her front and gasp. “Oh God, I’m so wet!” she says, covering her see-through shirt with her hand.
The gesture and her words pump a gallon of blood to my balls. I growl and flip her against the railing, pressing my hard-on into her belly. She gasps but doesn’t struggle. Instead, her innocent, widened eyes shimmer with curiosity and need. I smooth a strand of hair away from her face and stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. The moment my eyes fall on her lips, she wets her lip with her tongue. Holy shit. Is that another innocent gesture? Or is that an invitation? My blood pulses in my ears as I keep myself from swooping down to claim those lips. If I did that, I wouldn’t be able to stop at just tasting her lips, I would devour every inch of her body, and I would take her right here on the deck.
I hold my urge, but my hand slides down from her cheek to her neck, and I rub her collarbone with my thumb. She whimpers at my touch and wriggles slightly. Jesus, my erection has become painfully large. She feels the growth in my pants, and keeps what she’s doing, grinding on me shyly, but insistently.
“You’d better stop what you’re doing, Elle,” I say in a hoarse voice.
“I’m sorry,” she says, stopping right away. “I…I can’t help it, Dan. There’s a…knot…down there.”
God help me! Is she telling me she wants me as much as I want her?
I shove a hand between us, cupping her naughty bit. I suck in a breath. She’s damp down there, too, and it can’t be from the splash.
The thought of her slippery little nest makes me grunt. “And you want to release it?”
She nods, biting her lip.
Without hesitation, I slip a hand into her roomy shorts and easily find my way to her juncture. I’m right. She’s dripping. This little innocent girl is yearning for my cock. I stroke her silky petals, making her gasp.
I pull out my finger and stick it into my mouth, tasting her sweetness. Elle’s eyes grow into saucers and cheeks turn a shade redder. She bites her lip again, and this time, I can’t hold it any longer, I smash my mouth onto hers and graze on them greedily. Goddamn. She tastes like honey.
Martha’s voice startles both of us. “Dan? Where are you?”
Shit. I let go of Elle. “You’d better go change.”
She blinks and takes a moment to speak. “Yeah, I’d better do,” she says and runs away.
I inhale deeply after she’s out of my sight. Holy cow. What the hell have I done? Have I just fingered my best friend’s little girl?
“There you are,” Martha comes to stand next to me, still yawning. “What a gorgeous day!”
“Did you rest well?”
“Oh, couldn’t have been better!” she says, stretching languidly while waving her cleavage in front of me.
When she comes closer, I turn to face the sea. Martha is a beautiful woman. In fact, I’ve given her some thoughts in the past. But somehow, I just keep holding back. When I was younger, I would go for a woman just for physical pleasure, but as I get older, I become less casual and choosier. I no longer want the no-strings affairs. I want to commit to a special someone—someone that belongs to me a hundred percent. It’ll be better she isn’t experienced, so I can mold her into what I want her to be. Yes, I’m possessive in that respect, but you can’t blame a man for knowing what he wants.
That said, I must admit what I want is unrealistic. Nowadays, very few women would agree to be “owned” by a man, even if it meant the man would protect and pamper them. It’s even harder to find an innocent woman with an uncorrupted body and mind. That explains why I haven’t had a woman for two years. And that explains why I’m so fixated on Elle—a budding flower that hasn’t yet taken shape.
The way she reacted to my touch earlier made me think she was the treasure I yearned for. The last time when I saw her she was still a child. She’s become more mature, but she still hasn’t lost her purity. Could it be my wishful thinking? Or have I finally found my rare treasure? I can’t be that lucky. She’s been in college for a year already. I can’t even imagine how she could’ve preserved her innocence among all the young men loaded with hormones.
Chapter 6
Elle
Oh Lord! I run down to my cabin thinking about what just happened. Did Dan kiss me, or did I imagine it? And did he touch my sacred place and taste it, too? I close the door behind me and lean against it. I gaze at the sea outside the window and let my mind go back to his lips and his finger again. I’m still aching. His touch didn’t release my need, but only made the knot tighter! I take off all my wet clothes and lie down on the berth. I touch myself like I’ve done many times before. It’s a habit that started in my high school senior year, although I don’t do it often. It normally takes me a while to finish it, but today, it doesn’t. The moment I close my eyes and recall the way Dan looked at me, I’m already buzzing. By the time I recall him sucking my juice off his finger, I’m writhing and panting. A revisit to the touch of his soft tongue easily pushes me over the edge and I spasm until a hot wave sweeps over me. I lie contently for a moment. Wow, this is the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
