Page 128 of Who's Your Daddy?

She thinks about it, stiff as a board as she considers these options. Holding my gaze, she exhales a nervous breath. She toys with the edge of her pajama top, and after another stilted pause, she slowly takes it off. I wasn’t expecting that, and my breath catches as my eyes rove over her smooth skin, her supple breasts.

With the same exaggerated slowness, she hooks her thumbs under the seam of her pajama shorts and drags them down her legs. She stands there. Naked. Waiting. Hesitant and demure as she offers herself to me. It’s an offer I can’t refuse.

I stride toward her, eating up the distance between us. Catching her by the back of her neck, I slam my mouth on hers. Her lips part, allowing my tongue entry into her mouth. The taste of her ignites a fire within me, a burning passion that grows hotter by the second. Curling my arms around her, I pull her closer until her soft skin is pressed against my chest.

She wraps her long legs around me as I hoist her up and carry her up the stairs to my bedroom. We drop onto the bed, frantic, breathless. I move down her neck to her breasts, then back up to her mouth again because I can’t get enough.

I break the kiss to strip off my sweatpants. My room is dark, and the light from the hallway casts shadows across the wall and over her body. My eyes devour the sight of her. The way she watches me, eagerly waiting for me to return to her. But as I climb back onto the bed, she places her foot on my chest.

“Stop.” Her eyes lock on mine, her chest rising and falling with every erratic breath.

“You nervous?”

“A little. It’s been a while...Go slow.”

My patience is thinner than a strand of hair tonight, but I nod. “Okay.”

I lift her leg up to my shoulder to kiss her ankle. My mouth trails up her calf and over her knee. She spreads her legs further as I move up to the juncture of thighs. That’s an open invitation to taste and explore.

And I do. I savor her taste. I explore every inch of her. My tongue circles her clit before dipping inside her. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she rocks her hips, chasing her pleasure. Aching whimpers fill the air, her moans becoming louder and more desperate. She cries out my name as she climaxes, and my hand clamps down over her mouth.

“Shhhh.” I crawl over her, covering her body with mine. Using my knee, I force her legs further apart before I settle myself between them. “We’re not alone anymore.” My lips move across her cheek. “Don’t make a sound,” I whisper, nipping the shell of her ear. “No matter what I do, don’t make a sound.”

Watching the expression on her face triggers the most primal part of me. The way her eyes widen when she feels my tip penetrating her entrance. The way her eyebrows pinch together when I push in deeper. She gasps but stays quiet. Her body tenses beneath me, as if she’s trying to adjust to the discomfort of having me inside her again.

Discomfort features nowhere on my radar. It’s utterly euphoric for me. Her wet warmth sheaths me, her pussy pulsing around me as I sink in inch by inch.

Keeping one hand over her mouth, the other grips her thigh. I lift it higher around my waist to give me just a few more millimeters to maneuver. For her, those few millimeters are the difference betweengreatandearth-shattering.

“Not a sound.” The command is hoarse, and she nods, bracing herself.

I slam into her hard enough for her to whimper. Her only request was that I go slow, but I’ve been deprived of this body for months. I’m taking everything I want from it.

I’ll just do it...slowly.

I plunge into the depths of her, building a rhythm, losing myself in her softness. Her body isn’t the same. She’s thicker, plumper, curvier in all the right places. The familiarity of sensations mixes with the newness of how she feels. The present mixes with the past.

Being back in my bedroom with her again is like delving into a time capsule, and I’m reminded of all the nights we shared in this very bed. The memories engulf us, and we fall into an abyss, an inescapable void that has collected every emotion we’ve felt for the last few weeks...months.

What we did to each other isn’t without consequence. There’s an acerbity between us that wasn’t there before, a direct product of leaving our feelings unresolved for so long.

My longing and anger mixes with her hurt and frustration. My latent hostility mixes with her passive-aggressive indifference. The result is explosive, an eruption of molten heat and fevered lust. She feels it in my unrelenting thrusts. I feel it in her abrasive touch. Claws are out tonight, viciously raking down my back.

Gritting my teeth, I thrust harder. I love that look on her face. It’s so erotic watching her strain to take the full force of me without uttering a sound.

“Bite me,” I rasp, lowering my hand a fraction. “Hurt me as much as I’m hurting you.”

Her teeth sink into the side of my palm, and I wince, her pain mixing with my pleasure. I keep going, maintaining the slow, steady pace she asked for, and she moves her hips in time with mine. As my exigency builds, so does my need for those luscious lips. I remove my hand, muffling her soft moans with my mouth instead.

This woman kisses me like she’s been starved. She’s ravenous, insatiable. Weaving my hand into her hair, I tug her head back to deepen the kiss and give her what she’s silently begging for. The brutality of my yearning mixes with the voracity of hers. My hips hit against her with fervency, and I swallow every shallow breath she exhales into my mouth on impact.

Lips fused. Limbs entwined. Our bodies damp with sweat. We chase ecstasy, climbing higher and higher until we tumble into blissful oblivion. I spill over inside her, and the burst of pressure releasing makes me feel lightheaded. She wraps her arms around me and slides her hand into my hair to keep me close. Breathing hard, I drop my forehead against her as I try to recover from that.

“We lasted almost four weeks this time,” she says. “We’re getting better.”

“It wasn’t four weeks. It was seven months...which felt like an eternity. And I know what eternity feels like. I’m immortal.” I dip my head to kiss her again, drawing her lower lip into my mouth. “We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

“I bet there were so many dance movies you wanted to watch, but you couldn’t bring yourself to watch them without me because it was just too painful.”

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