Page 21 of Hot Touch
Nathan’s hair was in my hands as I gripped him close, tugging on the ends. He took us into the steamy shower, pressing my ack against the now warm tiled walls.
“Yes!” I hissed the moment his lips left mine and touched my neck. “Please,” I pleaded, unashamed to ask for what I wanted for the first time. Feeling safe because it was Nathan I was giving myself to.
“Shh…” he hushed patiently. “No rushing me, baby girl.” I felt his smile against my flesh and squirmed against him. “I’ve waited forty- three years for you. I’m going to take my time.”
“You’re still wearing jeans,” I whined, and he chuckled before nipping at my neck. The pull of my skin between his lips felt like it was connected straight to my pussy.
I felt so empty.
So needy.
But he didn’t stop. He sucked and nipped at my neck, harder and harder. I wanted him to leave a mark. Something I’d look at in the mirror tomorrow morning and blush at.No regrets.God, I could never ever regret this moment, this huge, beautiful future I felt was possible with Nathan. With anyone else, letting myself feel like this would have been naïve. But Nathan felt different.He feels like home.
“Nathan. Daddy,” I cried, and he let go with a pop.
“Fuck. You taste so damn good. Wonder if the rest of you tastes just as good.” He slowly dropped me down but didn’t let go of me until he knew I was steady on my feet.
“Let’s wash your bad day away.” That was hot. Swoon worthy.
I could easily picture him doing this on a regular basis and not just because I’d been in a fire. The image of him doing this time and time again in a future that hadn’t happened yet made tears well in my eyes. Tears I had to blink away under the cascading showerhead.
Water pounded down my body as he scrubbed my skin with his soap. The scent of him magnified in that steamy shower made my need mount.
“Daddy,” I whimpered when his thumbs brushed against my sensitive nipples.
“My girl’s so responsive. Sensitive.”
“Please.” I felt like I was about to explode with need.
“I got you, beautiful angel. I got you.” And he did. His mouth touched my collarbone, then my nipples. I gasped at the feel of his suckling, pulling in the turgid peaks in and out of his mouth before switching sides, lavishing the other one with just as much attention. His blue eyes moved up and connected with me, like he needed to watch how good he made me feel.
“Daddy,” I whined, not able to stop pressing my thighs together and squirming to find some sort of relief. He dropped to his knees. His hands rested just outside of my thighs as he stared up at me with this look of devotion that made everything inside of me warmer. Mushier.
“Put your hands on the wall. Above you,” he ordered. My arms shook as they rose, and I pressed my hands like he’d requested. “Such. A. Good. Girl.” He dropped a kiss on my stomach and sternum between words. “Open your legs for me.”
“Daddy,” I gasped. My heart started to pick up even higher speed. He was… he was going to go down on me? “I’ve never…” The words died on my tongue, and I saw the moment he knew what I was talking about. Sheer male pride painted his features.
“Good.” He winked. “Ill be the only one to taste this pussy. Now, spread these perfect, pretty, thick thighs for me.” He lightly tapped on them. I did as he asked, never moving my arms from the shower wall.
“Daddy’s girl listens so well to him, doesn’t she? Look at you. Just like that. Jesus,” he rasped. “Look at you,” he said with awe in his voice.
My eyes dropped to look at him staring at me.
As embarrassed as I thought I’d feel at someone staring at metherewho wasn’t a medical professional, I wasn’t. Not even a little bit. Not when he was looking at my pussy like it was the prettiest thing he’d ever witnessed. It made me open wider, and when his nose flared and his face dipped closer to my sex, my knees wobbled. That first graze of his nose against me made me shiver. But it was the deep inhale he took to smell me followed by the deep guttural sound that left me weak.
“This is the prettiest, most perfect little kitty,” he murmured, almost like he didn’t know he was saying these dirty things but simply thinking them. I opened my legs wider, and he grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I’m going to get you off with my mouth and fingers, and when that pretty, little pussy is milking my tongue, I’m going to claim this.” I gasped at the feeling of his fingers toying with my back entrance. “Has anyone had this tight little hole, baby girl?” I shook my head, unable to stop the way both holes clenched, so desperate for more. To be filled and stretched.
“You like this, don’t you?” He teased that hole again. Pushing but not exactly breaching it. Just to tease me. And oh god, it feel good! So much better than I could have ever imagined. “You ever play with yourself here?” I shook my head, breathless and dizzy with lust.
“Daddy,” I gasped, not sure if I wanted to ask him to stop or keep teasing me. Suddenly, his mouth was there.
Licking.
Kissing.
Sucking.
Slowly at first, picking up speed only to take it down a notch. His thick, wide tongue lapped at my entrance, and the sounds of satisfaction, as if he was getting more out of it than me, drew me closer and closer to the brink of pleasure. Heat and need coiled tightly, and when his thick fingers, two of them, entered me,stretched me, I was close. So much closer and faster than I could ever have done myself in the rare times I tried to get myself off.
