Page 26 of Hideaway Whirlwind
“Why, Mama?” he asks, rubbing his hands up and down my bare arms that start to prickle with goosebumps as steam fills the room. “Every inch of you is gorgeous.”
I shake my head. “Promise me.”
“Ok,” he says, kissing my cheek and then my neck as he helps me roll my leggings and panties down, kneeling to remove my socks while I tie my hair up with one of Layla’s scrunchies I’d been wearing on my wrist.
He scoops me up with one hand under my ass, enclosing us in the shower, his cock hard and brushing against the V of my thighs. Out of the direct moonlight, I’m less concernednow about him seeing anything he shouldn’t—which is a good thing, considering I hadn’t thought through my plan of keeping my shirt on, which is now soaked through and plastered to my body like a second skin anyway.
I wiggle to be let down and internally sigh with annoyance when I slip the T-shirt off over my head, dropping it in the corner of the rather large stall. Elliott makes a pleased grunt when I press my naked upper body against his and circle his waist as much as I can, my arms too short to reach all the way around him.
With my cheek resting against his upper abdomen as the water heats our skin, thawing out his muscles and my tension, I finally find the courage to ask something that’s been on my mind since the first time I touched and explored his bare torso. “Why do you have so many scars?” I find one of the larger scars along his right side, the tissue raised and thicker than the surrounding skin. With his tattoos, you’d never notice them just by looking.
“A few reasons,” he mumbles cryptically.
Given that he captures my wrist and moves my hand away, I decide not to press any further for answers right now and simply bask in this moment of peace now that he’s home safe. I don’t think I’ve ever been so relaxed in all my life than when Elliott starts massaging my shoulders with soapy hands, bending so he can kiss my neck where he keeps biting me when he cums, and I tip my head to the side to offer him more of me after we’re warm enough.
“Birdie,” he hums into my neck when I grip his lengthy, hard cock with both hands and stroke him, tightening my grip until he’s shuddering. He crowds me to the side, slapping one hand against the tile wall over my head when my backconnects with it, fucking my fists. “If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up,” he murmurs, drawing back and cupping my breasts. He’s at the perfect height when he kneels to take a nipple in his mouth, slipping a hand down between my thighs, pushing two fingers into me when I step my feet out.
“Oh, yes,” I moan, pressing on the back of his head to pull him closer, luxuriating in his hot mouth wrapped around me, sucking me deep inside. “Keep going,” I breathe out, rocking my hips onto his fingers, arching my back while trying to suck in my lower stomach.
Elliott growls into my skin, widening his mouth to take more of my breast, increasing his suction.
“Mmm, yes, Daddy. Hard—” We both freeze when it strikes us at once what I said. “I—I didn’t mean it like…like anything gross,” I say, pushing his shoulder and curling my back to pull my breast out of his mouth, paradoxically findingDaddymight be pushing things too far. “I meant it like…like Papa Bear,” I say, growing shrill and flustered. “I swear.”
“Birdie,” he says breathily, thrusting his two fingers deeper into me, making me moan. “I’ll be whoever or whatever you want me to be.”
“I don’t…I don’t want that.”
“Yes, you do, Mama.” Elliott taps my ankle until I widen my stance, and he adds a third finger on his next thrust.
Still, I clam up, rolling and pressing my lips together, biting down onto my tongue, tasting copper.
Elliott draws my other nipple into his mouth, giving it the lightest of licks while looking directly into my face, and when I continue to keep my lips shut, he says, “It’s just you and me in here, Mama. No one else to judge us for what we want or what we do or say.”
“What do you want?” I finally ask in a whisper.
Elliott
I want to be everything you want and need in life.
I want you and the kids to stay with me forever.
I want us to be a family.
Since we’ve only known each other for six days, I can’t say any of that, knowing how crazy it sounds and that it would scare the daylights out of her. She’s already been through enough. So instead, I hint at the truth. “I want you to tell Daddy what you need. Harder, faster, softer, gentler. Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
Maybe finally accepting that she doesn’t need to hold back, she says, “I want you.”
“Me?”
“Your cock,” she clarifies.
I briefly drop my forehead on her chest between her breasts, fighting back the crushing disappointment that she doesn’t meanme, as in all ofme. A woman as young and beautiful as her would never want that, not long term, not outside these bizarre circumstances. It was stupid how high my hopes had flown.
Rising, I find her hip and turn her around. Our height difference is too great, though, for this to work logistically, so I lift her onto the stone bench at the back of the shower. “Bend—”
Birdie has already pressed her palms and shoulders to the wall, giving me her ass before I can finish my sentence. “Now,Daddy,” she demands.
“Fuck, Birdie,” I hiss against her neck after pushing into her, holding her in place so she won’t knock into the wall with each thrust. “I love…being inside you.”
