Page 56 of Daddy Down Under

Our lips met in a slow, languid kiss. It differed from our earlier passionate exchanges—this was unhurried, deep, full of unspoken promises. I poured everything I couldn’t say into that kiss, hoping Ocean could feel the depth of my emotions.

When we finally broke apart, Ocean’s eyes were shimmering with something I was afraid to name. “Cash, I?—”

I silenced him with another kiss, not ready to hear whatever he was about to say. For now, this was enough. This connection, this moment of perfect understanding between us.

The intensity between us built like a cresting wave, each movement bringing us closer to the edge. Ocean’s body moved in perfect synchronicity with mine, our breaths mingling in the space between us.

Ocean gasped, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “God, you feel amazing.”

I couldn’t form words, lost in the sensations overwhelming me. The warmth of Ocean’s skin, the taste of salt on his neck, the intoxicating scent that was uniquely him—it all combined to create a symphony of sensory overload.

He slipped his hand between us, circling his cock. As I moved in and out of him, his hand coordinated with the rhythm, pushing him higher. He bit that sinfully lush bottom lip, his eyes darkening with pleasure, and I couldn’t look away. Beautiful was too mild a word to describe him. He was simply stunning.

As we approached the peak together, I felt something shift inside me. It was more than just physical pleasure. It was a sense of completeness I’d never experienced. For the first time in my life, I felt truly seen, truly accepted. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

“Let go, sweetheart,” Ocean whispered. Had he picked up on my emotions? “I’ve got you.”

He did.

He had from the moment we’d met.

With those words, I surrendered completely. I sped up, and so did Ocean, and no more words were spoken. The room filled with our panted breaths, with the slick sounds of our bodies joining, and with the moans and grunts we let out.

When I reached that edge, I didn’t stop but sent myself right over, knowing he was with me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over us, our bodies shaking together and our hearts aligned in perfect harmony, like the orgasm had been spiritual as much as physical.

As we came down from our highs, I lay on top of him, his arms around me like a fortress. Ocean’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “So beautiful, so perfect.”

My cheeks heated at his words. “I’m not perfect. Nor am I b?—

“Shh, don’t argue with me. We both know that’s useless anyway.”

I smiled despite myself. He wasn’t wrong there.

And so I stopped fighting and let myself sink into the warmth of Ocean’s embrace, reveling in the peace that settled over me. For once, my mind wasn’t racing with thoughts of work or the future. I was simply present, grounded by Ocean’s touch and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear.

A profound sense of being cherished and understood washed over me, something I’d rarely experienced. Despite the lingering fears that lurked in the corners of my mind, I wanted to revel this.

Finally soft, my cock slipped out of him, and I missed that connection instantly. Reluctantly, I pushed against his arms. “Let me clean you up.”

“Nah, you stay in bed, sweetheart. I’ll do it.”

“It’s my job as your… As the top. Isn’t it?”

Ocean chuckled. “Nice try, but no. I’ll take care of you, baby. Besides, I want to check on your ass and put some aloe on it.”

Before I could form another protest, he gently rolled me off him and, in one fluid motion, got up. I turned on my side, not robbing myself of the pleasure of seeing him naked. He moved with such grace, completely unbothered by his nakedness. Then again, if I looked like that, I’d walk around butt-naked all day.

“Turn on your belly for me.”

I complied before he even finished his sentence. His hand was gentle as he caressed my throbbing skin. “You look gorgeous with my handprints on your ass.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“Want me to show you?”

How would he…? Oh, a picture. “Yeah.”

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