Page 26 of Papa's Captive
Chapter 13
William stared at the beauty before him, her dark silken locks spread in a haphazard manner around her head as she peered wide-eyed at his thighs. Or perhaps she was gazing at his cock. Clearly, his sweet little Rosie had never seen a naked man before.
He slid onto the bed next to her and turned her, gathering her close to his chest as he lifted the covers overtop both of them, mindful of her tendency to shiver. The feel of her flesh against his was carnal bliss, and for several seconds he simply enjoyed having his unclothed bride in his arms. She rested her head near his heart and her soft breaths tickled his chest.
She also wrapped one hand around his thigh and with her other hand, she traced the lines of his chest, her gaze revealing both excitement and surprise. Then she all of a sudden released her hold on his thigh and retrieved her hand from his chest, as if fearing her behavior was improper. Or perhaps she was embarrassed by her bold actions. Nevertheless, he longed to calm whatever anxieties had prompted her to let go of him, and he grabbed her hand and placed it back on his thigh, but much higher this time—nearly grazing his cock.
“You may touch me, little one.” He gave her an encouraging smile. “You need not feel shame over wanting to explore my body. It only seems fair considering all the exploration I just did of your body while I had you in the bath.”
She flushed prettily but didn’t try to remove her hand from his leg. In fact, she soon returned her other hand to his chest, tracing his flesh with excitement now gleaming in her eyes. “Papa,” she said in innocent astonishment. “You are simply marvelous.Your body. It is like a work of art.”
He repressed a chuckle and met her gaze. “I am glad you find it pleasing, little one.” Truth be told, no one had ever paid him such a profound compliment, and his heart beamed with pride that his little Rosie truly enjoyed looking at him unclothed. It was something he had not thought of until now, he had been so focused on simply taking her into his possession and making her his wife.
The hand on his thigh ventured higher, and the contact of her hand grazing his cock for the briefest instant prompted William to roll himself on top of her in a flash of movement. He settled his manhood at the apex of her thighs and stared into her pretty blue eyes. His heart brimmed with love and he thanked the heavens above for Rosie’s rapid entrance into his life. What a treasure she was, this sweet little girl who was now his wife.
“I love you, my darling one,” he said.
A smile flitted across her face, despite the surprise that was still evident in her gaze—likely as a result of his cock’s current proximity to her cunny.
“I love you, too, Papa.” Then she suddenly looked shy for a few seconds, before announcing, “I suppose you probably know more about what we are about to do than I do, but I believe we are supposed to be kissing right now. I-I would very much enjoy if you kissed me, Papa.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. He captured her lips in a passionate kiss that had her moaning into his mouth and lurching her center against his hard shaft. Desire pulsed in waves through his tensed body and he sweltered in the confines of the covers overtop them, and he kicked them partially off to allow for better movement. He cupped Rosie’s face and kissed her harder, deeper, until he was nearly faint from lack of oxygen and had to pull away.
She gasped in the aftermath of his powerful kisses. Once she caught her breath, she said, “Is it over now, Papa? Have we consummated our marriage?”
Bless her innocent heart. He smiled down at her and pressed his cock more insistently at the wet entrance of her cunny. When the tip of his length grazed over her warm, welcoming moisture, he couldn’t restrain a deep groan of pleasure. Ah, what bliss it would be when he finally thrust forward, all the way inside her sweetness.
“Papa?”
He brushed an errant strand of hair from her face. “No, my wife, we have not yet consummated our marriage. There is more. So much more. I would like to show you, if you are ready.”
Her eyes widened for an instant, but she soon put on a brave face. He also noted a growing look of curiosity spreading over her visage. “I-I am ready, Papa, for whatever comes next.”
Though he longed to impale her with his cock, he also couldn’t resist the scent of her arousal, and before he even realized what he was doing, he had moved down her body and settled his mouth at her delectable cunny.
“Papa? Are you sure you are supposed to be down there like that?” She tried to close her legs and move away, but he grabbed onto her thighs and forced her to remain in position. She peered down at him with a deep blush covering her cheeks. “ ‘Tis embarrassing for me to have you look upon my privates so closely, Papa.”
“Rosie, my dear, you are perfect and beautiful. Now, I want you to close your eyes, lay back on the pillows, and enjoy what I am about to do to you. If you liked what happened while you were in the bathtub—when I rubbed your little clitty and made you come—I promise you will like this very much.”
She offered no response, though she obeyed his orders, laying against the pillows and shutting her eyes tight. Not wishing to hold her in suspense, and also craving the first taste of her on his tongue, he tentatively licked the smooth pink outer folds of her cunny.
She tensed and lifted her hips, as if seeking more. He was only too happy to give it, and he reached for her privates and parted her lower lips wide to reveal the glimmering insides of her quim, so pink and oh so wet. She was drenched for her papa.
He eyed her clit, swollen large with need, and he gently lapped his tongue against the delicate, sensitive bit of flesh. God’s teeth, she tasted divine, and he continued feasting on her. He alternated from licking around her clit and directly atop it, to finally concentrating fully on the engorged nubbin as her moans of pleasure increased.
“Oh, Papa. Please, please, please…” Her voice trailed off and she gyrated against his mouth.
As he continued laving her clit, he slowly inserted two fingers into her cunny. He pushed forward slightly, only to withdraw his digits a moment later, steadily fucking her with his fingers, but not driving so far as to breach the barrier of her innocence. He would save that for his cock.
She cried out all of a sudden and clutched the covers until her knuckles turned white, writhing underneath him as he felt the throbbing of her clit against his tongue. His little girl was coming, right on her papa’s mouth. He didn’t stop the ministrations until her cries and moans quieted and she lay panting in the aftermath of her release.
“Good girl,” he said, his tone full of praise. He sat up and stared down at his beautiful, responsive bride, eager to teach her more. His thighs clenched, and his cock ached and his balls tensed, the urge to grab her hips and drive into her sweet cunny overwhelming in its intensity.
Finally, she opened her eyes. “Oh Papa. That was...most wondrous. Are-are we consummated yet?”
“I am glad you enjoyed it, my dear. But no, our marriage is not consummated just yet. For that to happen, Papa has to put his cock inside your tight little cunny.”
Surprise lit in her gaze, but she didn’t shy away from him. Her eyes soon drifted to his rigid cock and he noticed her legs abruptly shift wider apart, though perhaps she wasn’t aware of her actions. He grasped his cock and slid it around in her growing moisture, then settled it straight at her snug entrance and pushed partway inside. He gripped her hips and gave her what he hoped was an encouraging look.
