Page 6 of Summer with a Daddy

Our walk on the beach is perfect. The sun has set and stars twinkle down on us. Luke holds my hand as we make our way down the beach from his house and back. We talked about my plans for my thesis project and the home renovation project he’s working on.

It’s the perfect end to a great day. When we return to the patio, I try to stifle my yawn, but I don’t do a good enough job.

“Tired, sweet girl?” Luke asks, pulling me into his arms. He places his hand on the side of my head, and I lean into him. How does it feel so natural and so exciting at the same time to feel him touch me? He places a quick kiss on my lips and then steps back, turning my body around toward the house.

“Go inside, take a shower, and get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast.” He pats my butt and sends me toward the door.

I rush up the stairs and into the guest room inside the house. Grabbing an oversized T-shirt to sleep in, I go into the bathroom and look in the mirror.

The woman looking back at me in the mirror doesn’t look any different, but I feel like I’ve changed since I walked downstairs in the tiny bikini. You don’t get your first kiss from a man like Luke, and it does not profoundly change you.

I undress and step into the shower. Soaping up my body, I think about Luke having his hands on me. I grow wet between my thighs. What would it be like if he joined me in the shower? Would he run his hands up and down my body? I try to wash as quickly as possible, but my body is so primed that the slightest touch of even my hand makes it hard to stay on task.

I could just take the edge off. Then maybe I will be able to get some sleep and not just think about what it felt like to have his hard cock between us in the pool.

Slowly, I run my fingers across my breasts and down my body, following a trail down to my pulsating core that longs to be filled by only one man. I circle my clit and run my fingers through my wet slit, sliding one inside and back out.

“Yes, Luke, yes,” I moan out as if he’s the one touching me. How I wish it was him touching me.

My movements get faster and faster as I get closer to my climax. I try to stay quiet, but just imagining Luke near and being able to still feel his lips on mine is making this the most erotic experience of my life. I chant his name over and over as I reach my peak.

“Luke, Luke, Luke…”

And then I hear the click of the door opening. I open my eyes and turn my head to find Luke watching me. His cock out in his hand was furiously, almost angrily pulled.

“Fuck, sweet girl. That was beautiful.”

I don’t know what to say. Should I be embarrassed? Probably, but I’m not. I want him even more. I want him to come into this shower and let me take care of him.

Luke must be thinking the same thing. He pushes his shorts the rest of the way off of his body and steps toward the shower. “Can I join you, baby?”

I nod, still incapable of actual language.

“I really need you to talk to me, Natalie. I want to hear you say you want this.”

Shocked, I look up into his eyes. The desire reflected at me makes my knees weak, but there’s also so much tenderness and concern. I believe that he needs me to say I want him.

I think back to what he said in the pool, about how he’d thought about me since my graduation. I’ve thought about him for so much longer. This is one thing in my life I’m sure about.

“Luke, please be with me. I’ve thought about you for so long and I want to know what it feels like to be yours.”

A possessive growl sounds from his chest as he opens the door and walks into the shower. Thank goodness for big walk-in showers or we wouldn’t both fit in here.

“You’re already mine,” Luke growls before taking my lips in a possessive kiss and moving my body against the shower wall.

The tile is cold against my backside, but Luke’s naked body is so hot against the front that it feels good. I kiss him back and push my body against his, letting him know without words just how much I want him.

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LUKE

The image of Natalie getting herself off in the shower will be imprinted in my memory until the day I die. I’ve never seen anything that sexy in my entire life and when she called out my name as she came – there was no way I could stay away from her.

I was afraid that she wouldn’t want me to join her or that she would freak out when she saw me standing there, but I physically couldn’t stop myself. Thank God my sweet girl wants me too.

I pull my lips away from hers and start a journey down her body. I kiss down her neck to the tops of her high round breasts. I palm each globe, her nipples pushing into my palms.

“These are the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. Let’s see how they taste.” I place one nipple in my mouth and suck. God, she tastes good.

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