Page 41 of Stowaway Whirlwind
I writhe and moan when he goes back to massaging my clit, tossing my head from side to side at the pleasure when he lowers himself and eats my pussy in a way that has my eyes rolling back in my head.Smack. I gasp, then moan when he sucks my clit and massages it with his tongue.Smack. Massage. Another smack leaves me a whimpering mess.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so close to cumming, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t. Daddy’s going to give you his tongue every day.Every day, baby,” he stresses, andgod help me, I don’t want to believe he’s going to stick around, but my heart does.
“Daddy,” I moan, drawing the word out as an overwhelming emotion I don’t understand rises like the tide inside me, a tear slipping from the corner of my eye and down my temple. “I missed you, Daddy.”
Davis kisses his way up my body and takes my lips, neither of us closing our eyes, lost in each other’s. The hard and fast dirty semi-fucking that I didn’t want in the beginning transforms into a slow and sensual massage that has my heart beating erratically. I love the heat of Davis on top of me, and I palm his face, committing the tender look in his eyes to memory. I don’t dare to blink. This is how I want him to look at me all the time.
“I’ve missed you too, baby,” he says, swallowing hard, making his Adam’s apple bob. “You have no idea how much these weeks apart have killed me. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself.”
I bite my bottom lip because I’m not sure I quite forgive him either. Not yet, at least.
“You’re so beautiful, Goldie. So sweet and fiery at the same time.” Davis drops his face in the hollow of my neck when I buck into his hand as he increases the pressure on my clit, and he whispers, “Cum for me. Give us what we both need.” Over and over again, he repeats it until my belly caves in, and I orgasm with a strangled cry. “That’s it, that’s it, baby. You cum so beautifully.”
More tears slip down my temples, and I try to roll onto my side after he draws himself back when my orgasm fully recedes. I have no idea why I’m crying or why my whole body is trembling as my tears turn into a torrential downpour.
Davis releases my thigh and scoops me off the counter. I automatically wrap my tingling legs around his waist and my arms over his shoulders as I turn my face into his neck. He’s so solid and real andhere. I cry even harder.
Davis drops onto the couch with me still in his arms, straddling his thighs. I inch closer and closer as we tighten our embrace. He slips a hand under my shirt to rub his palm up and down my back as he makes shushing noises, whispering about what a good girl I am, how much he’s missed me, and how he’ll hold me as Ilet it all out.
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” I croak, Davis’s neck wet and slippery with my tears that just won’t stop.
“That was an emotional experience as much as a physical one, yeah?” I nod, and he slides a hand up to slip his fingers into the back of my hair. He gently tugs on the tangled strands topull me back, then brushes his nose against mine. “It was for me, too.” We lock eyes, tears pooling along his lower lashes.
I make the first move, cupping his undoubtedly bruised chin, and tilt my head to the side to press my lips against his.
Davis
I have never shared a kiss like this. We both tear up after an overwhelming emotional release as Goldie parts her lips and meets my tongue with a mewl. If I wasn’t already half in love with Goldie, I think this is when it would fully sink in. Every sexual encounter I’ve had before her has been nothing but a cheap physical release, but this, her heart beating against mine—this is love. I know it.
What started as an intense but slow meeting of our lips turns heated as she rocks her hips over the erection I’ve had since waking up with her small, warm body wrapped in my arms as if she were my wife. I glide my hands down to grip her wide, naked hips to slide her along my cock, my sweatpants sticking to my skin as she drenches the fabric with her wet pussy.
I break the kiss to throw my head back against the couch. She kisses along the underside of my jaw, then down to suck on my pulse point. “Oh, baby, you feel so good. Going to make Daddy cum so hard in my pants.”
Goldie lifts herself off my lap.Shit, she’s turning me away like she did last night, and I know I deserve it. Thinking she’s going to climb off and leave me to my own devices, I force myself to loosen my grip on her. I moan low and deep when she surprises me by tugging my waistband down and pulling my cock out withher fist around my shaft. This is the first time she’s touched me like this, working her hand up and down until it’s slick with my pre-cum.
Goldie’s eyes are a stormy gray sea that snares my soul. It’s undeniable. I love her. These are the eyes I want to wake up to every morning for the rest of my life. The eyes I want to stare deeply into as we say our vows at the altar. The eyes I want to watch blow wide with lust and runaway desire as we make love and fill our home and hearts with more children.
“Goldie…” I moan and flex my fingers when she angles my dick and takes the fat tip of it into her swollen, wet heat. It takes every ounce of my willpower to dig my fingertips into the flesh of her hips to prevent her from sinking any lower. “We can’t do this, baby.”
Her eyes flash with hurt. “You don’t want to?”
“Of course, I do,” I rush to say. I want to shake her, wipe that hurt right off her gorgeous face. “But you haven’t been to the doctor yet, and I don’t want to hurt you…”any more than I already have, I finish silently.
Her brows relax, and she softens her expression as she gingerly starts rolling her hips, clenching and releasing the sensitive head of my dick that has my balls already drawing up, ready to empty inside her.
“It doesn’t hurt.” She ensnares me once more when she whispers in a thick voice, “And I want this. Wantyou…” She leans in and kisses me again as she widens her knees and jerks her hips to take more of me inside her.
“As much as I’m dying to get inside you, we can’t, baby. Not yet,” I murmur against her lips as I try to take control of her and lift her up. “And we still need to talk about last night.”
“Please, Daddy,” she pants and flexes.
“Oh fuck, baby. Please, I’m trying to do right by you. We have to wait…the doctor…your checkup. We have to—” I buck up alittle further inside her when she slips her tongue in my mouth to cut me off. I rip my mouth away after a few feverish seconds. “Fuck, you feel so incredible wrapped around me.”
“I want to be with you, Daddy.”
