Page 8 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“Keep going,” I command. Her hand movements quicken, and she starts to quiver. Her mouth opens with no sound, and then suddenly, her back straightens as her thighs clench. I witness a beautiful orgasm. Nellie’s mouth is slightly open as hot tremors run through her frame. She jerks a bit, and then lets out a breathy moan. My erection strains against my boxers, wanting to be inside of her this instant.
Knowing she’s gotten her first release of the night, I move myself back a little bit, so I can take my needy shaft out. I push Nellie’s panties aside, hooking the drenched fabric over one big cheek. Then I reach down and pull her lips apart, before nudging those drenched folds with my tip.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
She doesn’t have time to nod before I ease myself into her, burying myself deep in that hot, wet hole.
“Oh my god!” she cries out. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I continue to pound into her sweet little pussy, my balls slapping against her ass. Her walls massage my cock as she bounces up and down on it.
I grip her sides, holding tight to the vixen. Water sloshes all around us as we aggressively push and pull with one another. Fuck! Nellie’s so small.
“Jesus Christ!” I mumble against her skin. I inhale her scent. Her body undulates, taking everything I’m giving her, pulling me deeper into whatever this abyss is.
“Nash, I’m getting closer,” she gasps. She pulls me into a kiss, one that I return. Our bodies come together, and I feel her begin to shudder. Her whole being shakes, and her grip tightens in my hair as she screams my name. Hot virility spurts out of the head of my shaft, and Nellie hungrily accepts it, moaning as her interior convulses with pleasure.
My muscles tighten as I spill into her. It’s never been this good before, and I’ve had a lot of sex. Nellie has twisted me in ways that no one has ever managed to.
My ecstasy starts to subside, and I hold on to Nellie as she comes back down to me. I wrap my hand around the side of her neck, passionately kissing her. I part her lips with my tongue, tasting the whiskey we drank earlier. I could feast on her all night, but I feel the tired in her bones as she slumps against me.
I realize as she rests against me that we didn’t use a condom. What the hell? I always protect myself unless I know the girl’s already on birth control, but even with this realization, I don’t feel panicky. I’m barely even worried, come to think of it.
“Let me take you upstairs,” I say against her mouth.
“Okay,” she nods.
I get us both out of the hot tub, wrapping her in a fluffy white towel, and decide to take her upstairs. I don’t usually have women spend the night, and if they do, I’ll put them in the guest room. But Nellie seems so tired, and she’s had a bit to drink. I’m sure it’ll be better and safer if she just stays with me in my king-size bed. That way I can keep an eye on her.
It doesn’t really mean much of anything, or so I tell myself.
3
Nellie
Iwake up the next morning with a bit of a headache. I probably shouldn’t have indulged in that last bit of alcohol, but it got me over the hump in my mind when it came to allowing myself to sleep with Nash. He just seemed way out of my league, and I was getting all in my head about the whole thing. I didn’t want to talk myself out of what could be one of the best nights in my life.
Which is what it certainly ended up being.
When we got into the hot tub, the water wasn’t theonlything that was boiling.
Now, I turn over to look at him, and he’s still asleep. He looks a lot less hardened off in dreamland. The blanket isn’t covering his whole body, so I get a nice eyeful of his rock-hard body. His chest is so chiseled, and skin so bronze. He must spend a lot of time outdoors. He probably gets all sweaty doing whatever work he does. I bite my lip thinking about it.
I want to touch him, but I feel like that would be inappropriate. It’s not like we’re a couple or anything. He’s just a one-night stand.
But what a great one! I can’t believe the stuff I let him to do me. I got into a hot tub with a stranger in my panties and bra, which were practically translucent anyways. Oh my god! Amy’s going to totally freak out when I tell her everything that happened. I’m sure she has her own amazing night to tell me about.
Just thinking about last night has my stomach all in tingles. I’ve never done anything so naughty, but I did them, and I don’t regret it one bit.
I look at Nash’s profile, and it’s absolutely perfect with its strong brow, Roman nose and cleft chin. His lips are sensitively sculpted, and I know first hand how they can be both tender and harsh. How can one man look so delicious? It doesn’t make any sense. What confuses me the most is the fact that he wanted me so badly and worked so hard to prove it.
Sometimes life provides for those of us at the bottom, I guess.
Then reality strikes. Though I had fun last night, I don’t think I want to be here when he wakes up. It was a little embarrassing how wanton I was last night with the screaming and cooing, not to mention the positions I took while begging him to take me. I know if he looks at me, I’ll melt into a puddle and be putty in his arms.
Slowly, I scoot out of the bed. I move inch by inch, making sure the mattress doesn’t move too much as I make my escape. My eyes stay trained on the god of a man lying right next to me. I’m just about to get my feet on the ground when he turns from his back onto his chest, his body a mountain of male muscle. His arm flops out and lands on my leg. I cover my mouth to keep from gasping too loudly.
I freeze, waiting for Nash to still. After about a minute, I put my hand under his arm and ever so carefully move it off of my body. He doesn’t stir again, and finally, I’m able to successfully get myself out of Nash’s bed.
Where are my clothes? Quickly, I scan the enormous bedroom. Oh god. I don’t really remember much else after having the craziest world-shattering orgasm of my life in the hot tub. I’m pretty sure that while Nash carried me up here, he was talking to me about spending the night, I think. My clothes must still be outside on the tile.
