Page 30 of Daddy Next Door

I inhaled deeply, feeling some of the tension drain from my shoulders.

"Two."

Another breath, deeper this time. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

"Three."

On my exhale, his lips met mine. The kiss was gentle at first – a question, an introduction. Then it deepened, his hand coming up to cradle my jaw as his tongue sought entry. I opened to him immediately, moaning softly as the kiss intensified. It was better than I'd imagined – and I'd imagined it countless times.

When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing harder. His eyes were darker than I'd ever seen them, pupils dilated with desire.

"You say you remember my body," he said, his voice rough. "But I think I want to remind you anyway."

Ethan stood at the foot of the bed, his fingers working the buttons of his shirt with deliberate slowness. Each newly exposed inch of skin felt like a gift after weeks of imagination fueled by that one stolen glimpse. The candlelight played across his chest as he shrugged the shirt from his shoulders, casting shadows that emphasized the contours of muscle beneath smooth skin.

My mouth went dry. Seeing him this time—with permission, with intent—was entirely different from that accidental viewing. Then, he'd been unaware, and I'd been a voyeur. Now, he was displaying himself deliberately, watching my reactions with those perceptive eyes.

"Is it like you remembered?" he asked, folding his shirt with careful precision and placing it on a nearby chair.

"Better," I admitted, eyes tracking the movement of his hands as they moved to his belt. "The memory doesn't do you justice."

The smallest smile appeared on his lips as he unbuckled his belt, the soft hiss of leather through belt loops loud in the quiet room. I couldn't tear my gaze away from his fingers as they worked the button of his jeans, then lowered the zipper with excruciating slowness.

He pushed the denim down his legs, revealing black boxer briefs that did little to conceal his arousal. My breathing quickened at the sight, my body responding with a fresh surge of wetness between my thighs.

"Now we're almost even," he said, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear. "Almost."

With one smooth motion, he removed the last barrier, standing fully naked before me. My eyes immediately dropped to his cock, now fully erect and even more impressive than I'd imagined. Thick and long, with a slight upward curve that made my inner muscles clench in anticipation.

"Oh," I breathed, the sound escaping before I could stop it.

"See something you like?" There was amusement in his voice, but also something darker, more primal.

"Everything," I whispered honestly. "I like everything I see."

He approached the bed slowly, his confidence evident in every movement. The mattress dipped as he positioned himself between my spread legs, his hands coming to rest on my inner thighs. The heat of his palms against my skin made me shiver.

"Patience," he murmured, reading my body language perfectly. "We have all night."

His hands slid higher, thumbs finally brushing against my outer lips, parting them gently. I gasped at even this light contact, my hips jerking involuntarily.

"So responsive," he noted, his voice deeper than before. "So ready."

I wanted to respond, to say something clever or seductive, but all coherent thought fled when he lowered his head and I felt his warm breath against my most sensitive flesh.

The first touch of his tongue was gentle—an exploratory stroke that traveled from my entrance to my clit. Even that light contact sent sparks of pleasure racing through me. I moaned, fingers clenching around nothing above my head.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he said, looking up at me from between my thighs, his eyes dark with desire. "And I've imagined this quite a lot."

Before I could process that admission—that he'd been fantasizing about me too—his mouth returned, this time with more purpose. His tongue circled my clit, applying just enough pressure to build pleasure without pushing me too quickly. Each stroke was measured, deliberate, as if he were mapping every millimeter of my most intimate parts.

Being unable to move freely heightened every sensation. The ropes held me open for him, preventing me from squirming away when the pleasure became almost too intense or from pushing closer when I wanted more. I was completely at his mercy, and that knowledge only increased my arousal.

"Ethan," I gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot. "That feels so good."

He hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration adding another layer to the sensations. His hands slid beneath me, cupping my ass and lifting me slightly to improve his angle. The new position allowed him to deepen his attentions, his tongue now occasionally dipping inside me before returning to my clit.

I felt the tension building, coiling tight in my lower belly. My breathing grew more ragged, little whimpers escaping with each exhale. Just when I thought I might be approaching the edge, he pulled back slightly, denying me that final push.

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