Page 73 of Melt For Us, Daddy
Pausing halfway through one of her rotations, Cordelia looked up, her expression a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. “Yes. At least, I think so.”
“You think so?”
With a laugh that sounded as uncertain as she looked, Cordelia ran a hand through her hair, which she’d taken down from its usual ponytail and brushed out, leaving the long golden locks to hang down over her breasts. “Sorry. I didn’t think I’d be this nervous.”
“Okay, well, you’re making me nervous. What’s wrong?”
Closing her eyes, Cordelia dragged in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. Which seemed to visibly calm her as far as Ivy could tell, but it had the exact opposite effect on Ivy. Why did she need her breathing techniques just to talk to her?
Then she opened her eyes again, and Ivy’s own breath tangled in her chest at the depth of emotion in those emerald eyes. “Nothing’s wrong, baby. I want to give you something. Something I’ve never given another living soul of my own free will.”
Taking a step back, Cordelia reached for the hem of her t-shirt, slowly dragging it up over her head to reveal her bare, heavy breasts. “You asked me today if I trust you. And I want you to know—need you to know that I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anybody in my entire life.” With her eyes still locked on Ivy’s, Cordelia reached for the waistband of her pajama pants, tugging them down a bit to reveal the lacy black panties underneath. “I want you to touch me, Ivy. I want you to touch and taste and explore every inch of my body until I come all over that pretty face.”
For a moment, she could only stand and stare as the woman she’d loved for years wiggled out of her pajamas, kicking them aside, leaving her standing in the middle of their bedroom in nothing but those pretty lace panties. She was a vision, a goddess, and Ivy could hardly breathe through the avalanche of emotions threatening to smother her.
And as tempted as she was to dive right in and finally indulge herself the way she’d ached to for years, worry held her back. “Dee… I don’t need you to prove anything to me. I know you love me and you trust me, as much as you’re able.” Which over the past few weeks didn’t feel like a whole lot, if Ivy was being honest. But this? This was asking too much.
Closing the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps, Cordelia took Ivy’s hand, lifting the palm to her breast, all without breaking that soul-shattering eye contact. Her skin was soft, smooth beneath Ivy’s fingers and she couldn’t help but sigh at that first touch. “The fact that you would never ask this of me is the reason I can give it to you now. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but I could never quite get the courage to go through with it.”
“What changed?”
“Me.” A smile curved her lips, that same smile Ivy had fallen in love with so long ago. “You changed me, Ivy Mae. You’ve made me stronger, kinder, better in every possible way. The way you’ve loved me, the way you’ve trusted me, even when you didn’t want to, even when it was really fucking hard… how could I not be changed by that kind of love?” Lifting her free hand to Ivy’s cheek, she dropped her voice to a low murmur. “My sweet little blossom. You have given me everything these past few years. Let me give you this.”
Everything inside her melted at that simple plea. With one hand still cupping her woman’s breast for the very first time, Ivy shifted closer, tilting her head back, a silent invitation. “I love you, Cordelia. Whatever you want to give me, I will take. Because I’m yours. Everything that I have, everything that I am, belongs to you. Daddy.”
At that final word, need flashed in Cordelia’s eyes. And then Ivy was up in her arms, being kissed as though both their lives depended on it. Her own desire welled up, hot and demanding as she whimpered into the kiss.
“Bed. Now.” The command was a low growl that had Ivy’s pussy spasming in response.
Without even bothering to get undressed herself, she climbed onto the bed and waited, watching hungrily as her woman stripped that last bit of lace from her body, leaving her bare to Ivy’s gaze.
Stretching out on the bed beside Ivy, Cordelia once more sank her hands into Ivy’s hair, pulling her down for another deep, urgent kiss.
“All right, blossom. Show Daddy what a good girl you can be.”
Chapter 23
Cordelia
She thought she’d feel more nervous. But after that initial awkwardness, all she’d felt was… need. And the moment Ivy had cupped her breast in those small, gentle hands, she’d been lost, swept up on a sea of lust and want so strong it threatened to drown her.
“Is there anything you don’t want me to do?” Ivy asked softly, the deep brown of her eyes full of wonder and worry.
“My wrists.” Her throat went dry as the memories tried to crowd her. But she would be damned if she let them ruin this moment with her girl, so she fought them back as best she could as she looked up at her girl. “Don’t grab my wrists.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
If she’d loved hearing those words before, it was nothing compared to this moment, baring her body and soul for her babygirl and yet knowing that she was ultimately in control. Whatever she commanded, Ivy would give, and that knowledge settled her racing heart.
Tilting her head to the side in that way she had when she was thinking something over, Ivy hummed softly. “Daddy?”
“Yes, blossom?”
“May I please touch your breasts again? They’re so pretty and soft and I want to play with them some more.”
More control, and she couldn’t help but smile at her sweet, thoughtful girl. “Yes, baby. You can touch my breasts.”
With a happy little sigh, Ivy cupped one heavy mound in her hand, giving the nipple a gentle roll. Soft, easy pleasure washed over Cordelia as she let herself be loved on for the very first time.
