She’s mine.
I place my hand against her rib cage and run it down the curve of her waist to her hip and squeeze, her lusciousness filling my hand.
Camilla lets out a long, dreamy sigh. One that could make me lose it all right here, right now.
I don’t like to rush things. Don’t like to be in bed with a woman I haven’t even kissed.
But I can’t wait any longer to have her. To touch her.
I run my hand back up her body, letting it trail over her breast this time. A ghosting motion.
Her nipples go erect under my fingers.
I bite down on my lower lip.
Holy fucking shit, her body is beautiful. And reacting to me.
She needs me just as bad as I need her.
I slide my fingers up her neck to her jaw, cupping it softly.
Our eyes meet again.
Camilla’s chin tilts back, raising her lips toward me in a subtle way.
Her curls crowd around her face like she’s fucking Medusa. And this woman knows how to turn a man to stone. At least the parts that matter.
“You’re sure?” I need to know. To reassure myself this is real.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck, what am I waiting for?
I kiss her hard, my lips insistent and resolute that this kiss will be the best kiss of her life.
Camilla threads a hand around the back of my head and grips, giving me no room to retreat.
Not that I’d want to anyway.
My tongue sneaks between her lips, deepening the kiss.
We devour, taste, and touch. I grab her hip again, my fingers splaying down to her ass.
Camilla moans into my mouth.
I grind my hips into her thigh and drag my lips from hers. “You feel me?”
My cock pressed against her.
“God, yes. You’re so big.” Her voice is almost a whine.
Being told my cock is big has never lost the novelty. But coming from her, my baby girl, feels even better. I smile, knotting my fingers through her curls and jerking her mouth up to mine.
I pull her on top of me, her weight a reminder that we are both choosing to do this.
I tug down on the front of her nightgown, exposing her breasts.
“I’m going to take care of you,” I say before wrapping my mouth around one of her nipples.