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“Okay,” I respond, then at his look, I add, “Daddy.”
Andrew kisses my lips, then starts to work his way down my body, exploring every inch of me with his hands and tongue. His touch is light, but no less arousing, and by the time he settles his broad shoulders between my thighs, my body is humming, and I’m fully relaxed.
But my serenity is short lived as Andrew presses his mouth to my folds and parts them with his tongue. My body goestight and my back arches like I’ve been electrocuted. Andrew is relentless in his onslaught, driving me higher and higher toward that delicious peak. I’m nearly there, the edge just out of reach, and he pushes me over when he presses his thumb inside me and sucks my clit at the same time. I let go with a shout, my body trembling endlessly as he continues to work me through my orgasm. When the tremors finally begin to subside, he climbs over me and eases his heavy weight over my body once more. I wrap my arms around him, soothed by the feel of him.
I’m still floating in ecstasy when I feel the press of Andrew’s cock against me once more. I start to tense again, but Andrew presses a kiss to my mouth, slipping his tongue between my lips when I open for him. He kisses me deeply as he pushes inside, and the distraction of his mouth is enough to keep me relaxed. The slide is easier this time, but no less intense. The feeling of fullness is foreign and nearly overwhelming, but I like it. He pushes inside me until he meets resistance, and stops.
“How are you doing, angel?” he asks.
“You’re inside me,” I say in wonder. He drops a kiss to my lips in response.
“Almost. This next bit is going to hurt, but only for a moment. Try to stay relaxed for me, okay, baby? I promise I’ll take care of you.”
I reach up and kiss his lips. “I trust you, Daddy. I’m ready.”
Andrew leans in and presses a kiss to my neck, and I arch to give him better access. At the same time he thrusts forward, he bites into my skin, and I cry out. There’s a sharp pain, but it quickly fades to a dull ache, and Andrew pauses deep inside me. He drops gentle, affectionate kisses to my lips, cheeks, and forehead as I catch my breath.
“Angel? Holly, are you okay?” he asks.
Tightening my hold on his back, I hug him close and tuck my face into his neck.
“I’m okay. I’m ready. Move, please.” I say into his skin.
Andrew eases out of me before pressing back inside with a gentle thrust. The feel of him moving inside me is nothing like I’d imagined it would be. It’s so much more. It’severything.
It’s official. I’m Andrew’s, in every way. Heart and soul.
His thrusts start to pick up pace and depth. He slides against something inside me that lights up my entire body, and I release a cry, digging my nails into his back.
“Daddy!”
“I know, angel. So good. You feel so good squeezing my cock with your tight little pussy. Such a good girl for me.”
“More, I need more Daddy, please!” I’m not even sure what I’m asking for, but I’m desperate for something I don’t understand.
Andrew picks up his pace, working his cock in and out of me, hitting deeper inside me with each stroke. He wraps a large hand around my thigh, pulling it higher on his hip and the move has him sinking inside me even deeper than before. My body arches into him, and I pull him as tight against me as I can, desperate to feel every inch of him against every inch of me.
“Daddy, oh God, Daddy!”
“That’s it, baby. Yes, clamp down on me, that’s it. Almost there.”
Andrew’s back is damp with sweat, his skin hot against mine. God, the feel of him. I’m so close. I can feel my orgasm building deep in my core, ready to explode through me. Andrew must sense how close I am because he slips a hand between us and presses his thumb to my clit, working the small bundle of nerves in quick circles of his finger.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come for Daddy,” he says, before pressing a kiss to my lips. It’s exactly what I needed, and my orgasm detonates deep inside me, sparking through the rest of my body like fireworks. My eyes roll back and I lose all sense of awareness as a tsunami of pleasure lights up every nerve ending I have. I’m only distantly aware of Andrew going still above me, then releasing a loud shout as fluid heat fills me.
Slowly, I return to awareness. Andrew is still above me…still inside me, and I can’t help the smile that stretches my lips as I look up at him. He meets my gaze and smiles back at me, then drops a kiss to my forehead before slowly sliding out. I whine at the loss, and Andrew kisses me again.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” he says before easing off the bed and disappearing into the ensuite. He returns a moment later with a damp cloth, and I blush as he uses it to clean between my legs, wiping away the evidence of what we just did.
Something occurs to me at the thought, and I tense. Andrew notices and stops what he’s doing, looking over at me with concern.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
We didn’t use protection.
The thought doesn’t upset me the way it should. I might be pregnant after what we just did, and that should scare me. I have no job, no home, no plans for the future. The last thing I need is to get pregnant, but the thought of carrying a child—Andrew’s child—fills me with a longing I hadn’t expected. I don’t know how much longer this bubble were in is going to last, and Andrew hasn’t said anything about me staying long-term, so the thought that I might take something of him with mewhen whatever this is between us finally ends soothes the ragged edges of my feelings.
Not wanting to ruin the moment or admit to what I’m thinking, I force my body to relax and give Andrew a small smile. “Nothing’s wrong,” I tell him. “Everything is perfect.” It’s not a lie. This thing between us might not last forever, and I might leave here brokenhearted, but in this moment, everything is perfect.
