Page 26 of Chaining Daisy
Luckily, Gunnar doesn’t want a professional. He wants simple, otherwise there’s no way he’d want me.I can do what he wants,I tell myself, even though goosebumps rise on my arms.
Instead of focusing on what I’m doing as I slide my sleep shorts off, I concentrate on his eyes. I try not to think about myself so I don’t become self-conscious. I try to think about my effect on him. And if his eyes are any indication, I’m a fucking goddess. They’re burning into me right now, his gaze full of fiery worship. As his eyes scan up and down my frame and he fists my sheet, I feel a surge of power at the fact that he has to restrain himself. That he wants to see me naked so badly. That power gives me the confidence to slowly tease my shirt up my torso before whipping it off over my head and throwing it at him.
He doesn’t bother trying to catch it. I’m not wearing a bra and his eyes fix on my breasts as I lower my arms. My nipples tighten and a little rush of delightful friction skitters down my spine. Ireallylike the way he’s staring.
“So hot, baby. You’re so hot. Take those panties off for me now. Let me see all of you.”
I slide my panties down my legs, losing that eye contact that’s kept me going. I bite my lip as I straighten back up, nerves making me tense until he groans. When I glance up, I can see his hand is on his dick, which is slowly coming back to life—far sooner than I would have expected.
He strokes himself gently as he says, “Touch yourself for me. Let me see what you like.”
I reach down and slowly drag my fingers through my trimmed hair, wondering if he minds that I’m not completely bare. I’m soaked, my labia still swollen from earlier, and a few slow passes make me catch my breath. Then I start to circle the way I love.
“Spread your legs. I want to see more.”
I slowly part my legs, and use my fingers to widen my slit, sliding up and down as shivers coast through my body.
After a minute, Gunnar’s low command rumbles through the room. “Come here.”
Eagerly, I drop my hand and move for the bed. I lie down on my side facing him only for him to roll me onto my back and climb on top of me.
Immediately, his weight presses me deliciously into the mattress in a way that makes me feel trapped and caged in. I couldn’t stop whatever comes next if I tried. That knowledge sends a surprising thrill through me. I want him to hold me down and own my body.
“You make me crazy.” I’ve never wanted anyone to pin me down before. Of course, anyone else wouldn’t be him.
“Same, baby. So much the same it hurts.” He begins gently planting innocent kisses on my lips. “First, I’m going to kiss you. Everywhere.”
“I like that plan.”
He chuckles against my skin, leaving a warm tickling sensation behind. “I thought you would.”
His lips leave mine and he drags them over my neck, his rough five o’clock shadow brushing over my delicate skin as he sucks at my pulse. I twine my fingers into his hair as he kisses along my collarbone and then blows a warm trail across my breast until he comes to my right nipple. When he takes it into his mouth, I can’t help but gasp.
So good. Especially when his other hand comes down to play with me, the callouses from weight-lifting rasping over my nipple before he starts to pinch it.
I let out a whimper and his warm, wet tongue stops playing. “Remember to stay quiet for me.”
Right. Yes. That part of the game. I kind of forgot about it. Okay. Quiet.I imagine we’re at a hotel. No, a party. We’ve snuck upstairs to one of the bedrooms and we have to keep quiet so the hosts won’t find us…
Instead of mewling as he tongues my breast, I dig my fingers into his hair. Take note of how hard his body is against mine, how hot his warm length is where it rests heavy on my thigh.
I unlatch a hand from his hair, exploring his massive shoulder, running my fingers down his pecs, across the short trimmed hair there, over a nipple. I do my own playing. I wish I could do more but there’s no chance I can reach his cock, not with the way he has me positioned and has slid down my body with his kisses. But I want to touch him. I can’t wait to have that kind of control over him again. I want to see that dazed look once more—figure out exactly what it is.
His mouth does something to my nipple that makes me lose focus, his suckling sending steady pulses through my torso that gather in my cunt. I’m half-convinced his plan is to make me come from nipple-play alone when he releases my breast with a pop and he kisses down my belly as his other hand continues tugging at my other nipple, keeping me on the verge of madness. When his mouth reaches my inner thighs, I have to bite my lip.God, yes.
His scruff drags along my thighs, the warmth of his breath ghosting over the spot where I need him most. My body recognizes what’s happening and thrumming anticipation courses through me. All my focus zeroes in on his touches down there. The warmth of his breath, the scrape of his beard, the light touch of his mouth right at the junction of my thigh and torso.
“Daddy!” I beg. I can’t get any other words out.
The hand not manipulating my breast comes down and I can feel him pull me apart. He pauses to stare down at me. Into me.
“So pretty,” he murmurs before diving in. The flat of his tongue licks up my length and I swear I’ve never felt anything so amazing. That is, until he blades his tongue and licks up and down each side of my slit.
It’s impossible to stay quiet. Impossible not to moan. And when his mouth closes over my clit and he sucks hard, a tidal wave of heat washes over me. It feels so good that I can hardly breathe. He starts up a rhythm and that heat surges through me, sweeping away all my thoughts, all but one.
More.
He works my body perfectly, tugging my nipple, using his mouth, and then letting his other hand slowly slip inside. First, he just uses the tip of one finger, exploring me, lightly thrusting. My body is so ready for him, I think he’s surprised at how easily he slides inside.
