Page 85 of Don't Call Me Daddy
I give my nonverbal agreement by tightening my legs around his waist as he carries me through his bedroom and straight to the shower.
He sets me down gently before turning on the shower. Steam floats in the air around us, and I catch sight of myself in the mirror—mud smeared across my forehead, hair a tangled mess with random leaves sticking out. I can’t help but wonder what Leo sees when he looks at me. I’m a mess in every sense of theword, but somehow, I don’t feel like it when I’m with him. When I’m with Leo, I feel like I’m smart enough to do anything I want, free to try things out, and patient to see things through.
For the first time in my life, I feel like the parts of me that I have always considered my weaknesses could actually be my strengths. Like no matter what, he’ll catch me if I fall.
I feel so beautiful and desired when he looks at me, especially the way he’s looking at me now.
Leo takes a step toward me, pulling me closer, and traces over the muddy, wet fabric of my bra. “You’re quite a mess, aren’t you, baby girl?” His eyes catch mine in the reflection of the mirror, as if he knows what I was just thinking, and his lips pull into a smirk. “But you’re my mess, and there isn’t a thing about you that I’d change.” He picks a leaf from my hair and tosses it into the trash can. “Well, maybe just the parts that aren’t attached.”
I slap his chest playfully, pushing him away, but he catches my hand and tugs me closer, so close that I feel the heat radiating off his skin. My eyes drift to his erection, and I swallow a gulp.
“We don’t have to …” He closes his eyes, taking a long inhale when my hand grazes over his hard length. “Fuck, just when I start to feel like I’m being too much, you’re always one step ahead of me.”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond before flicking the hook of my bra and shoving my panties down to my feet. And then he’s pulling me under the steamy shower stream, and our naked bodies slip and slide against each other, our bodies saying all the things our words can’t.
He lathers shampoo in his palms and gestures for me to spin around. I can’t help but laugh because of course this man would insist on washing me too. Hell, I think it’s just as much for him as it is for me. He works his fingers through my thick strands,massaging my head with the utmost care as he washes my scalp with careful precision.
All while completely ignoring the rest of me as my pussy clenches in eager anticipation, waiting not so patiently for her turn for attention.
“I can wash my own hair, Leo. I don’t need you to do it for me.”
“And then you’d be depriving me of doing something I wanted. Let me take care of you. We’re in no rush.”
He presses a light kiss on my neck before guiding my head back underneath the warm shower stream. It feels heavenly. All my senses are on edge as the warm water and fragrant soap create an extra layer of arousal. My clit throbs, and my nipples stand painfully erect as Leo massages the sudsy soap over my shoulders and arms, touching me everywhere, except where I crave it most.
It’s torturous and euphoric at the same time, and I don’t know how much more I can take. And now, I’m thinking two can play this game.
I squirt a handful of soap in my palm and begin massaging my hands down his broad shoulders, over his pecs, stopping when I get to his lower abdomen. Holy hell, this man is built. I don’t think I took the time to appreciate how immaculate his body is before, but now that I’m seeing him—feeling him rather—with the lights on, I feel infinitely inferior, standing next to him.
I reach for his cock, but Leo moves out of the way, blocking me.
“Not so fast. Let me at least finish cleaning you before you attempt to get yourself dirty again.”
“Now, you’re just being mean.” I cross my arms over my chest and turn my back to him when I feel a sharp slap on my asscheek, stinging pain radiating for only a moment before the soft brush of his palm returns, rubbing the pain away.
I glance over my shoulder, finding him wearing an amused smirk.
“Oh, come on, baby girl. Don’t pout. I promise I’ll make the wait more than worth it.”
He tugs my elbow, spinning me back to face him, and his hands continue their perusal, tracing across my belly.
“Fuck, your body is perfect. I knew it would be, but somehow seeing it in person is so much better than any of my fantasies.”
“So, you did fantasize about me?”
He tightens his grip on my hip as he trails the other along my collarbone, his eyes devouring me as he drinks me in with his dark gaze. “You have no fucking idea how many times I fantasized about you, baby girl, how many times I stroked myself, thinking of these perfect tits bouncing above me as you rode my cock …” He closes his eyes for only a moment, as if remembering, and then his touch deepens as he slides his hand from my hip down to my ass, where he grips me in an almost-painful squeeze.
“I’ve dreamed of this moment, where I can touch you, possess you, mark you as my own, and now that I have you, I intend to savor every fucking minute of it. So, don’t you dare rush me while I appreciate the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I promise to make it worth your while, but you’re going to have to trust me. Do you trust me, Ivy?”
I wet my lips and nod my head ever so slightly as Leo brushes a knuckle over my sensitive clit, making me buckle forward at his faint touch. Holy fuck, talk about pent-up energy. The man’s barely touched me, and I’m already on the verge of completely falling apart.
“This pussy is so goddamn tempting. Fuck, you’re so beautiful and …”
I suck in a breath, and Leo’s eyes grow darker as he lathers more soap on his hands, taking a moment to stroke himself with one hand while he massages my ass with the other.
Steam billows in the air around us, and the warm heat has my body feeling so relaxed and boneless. I press my thighs together, feeling the slickness of my arousal between my legs as my clit pulses with need.
“Fuck, you’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, and this ass is just begging to be spanked.”
