Page 30 of Hot Touch
“Move again, and daddy’s going to tie you to the headboard and keep you there until your voice is gone from crying out for more,” I threatened, spanking her ass one more time, my handprint leaving a mark.
Alejandra’s little hole clenched in front of me, aching to be filled. I shut my eyes for a moment. Every damn day, there was something, or lots of things, that hit me straight in the chest, reminding me of just how perfect my woman was. My complete and utter match in more ways than one.
And in that moment, it was a reminder.
My baby girl liked that picture I painted for her, and I simply added it to a never-ending list of things we would be exploring. Every day was something new with her, and I fucking loved it. Loved how we explored in and out of the bedroom. It wasn’t just about sex between us. She’d told me about the promise she’d made herself the night of the fire, and we had been living life with no regrets. We’d traveled and done things both of us had just dreamt of in the past. Life was never boring, and even though she swore up and down that’s what she’d been before meeting me, I called bullshit.
I reached down for the plate next to me for more of the frosting to line her spine once again. “You’re not fair,” she whined, arching her back, trembling under my tongue.
“You said I could do whatever I wanted with this slice of cake,” I rumbled, pressing my lips against her right shoulder blade, then the left.
“It’s tradition,” she whimpered. I hummed against the line of her back as I slowly made my way back to my very own slice of heaven on earth.
“See, daddy doesn’t have to be fair.” I grinned, licking the now melting goodness off her.
“Please,” she squealed, and I leaned forward again, licking her. Nipping at her overly warm, oversensitive flesh. Every buck and roll of her hips felt like a reward. Like a fucking medal I’d proudly wear.
My tongue traveled lower, to the small of her back, the curve of her ass, then to her sweet-as-fuck pussy, savoring her sweetness mixed with buttercream. Jesus, I’d had my girl countless times in that many positions and places, but every time was like a fucking awakening. Stirring something inside me so deep so primal I never trusted myself to find my way back to sanity.
“So sweet and so warm.” Two of my fingers slid into her, and my groan felt louder than her cry. She was perfection molding against my digits as they slowly scissored inside of her. “So fucking tight for daddy.” My nose flared. The sight of her bending over, listening to me, offering herself over to me on a silver platter was almost too much.
I licked her like she was my very own melting ice cream cone until she filled all my senses.
She ground against my face, pulling animal-like sounds out of me. All I could breathe and smell was my beautiful wife. I ate her like a starving man until I couldn’t handle it anymore. My dick throbbed and ached for release before I kneeled and lined the head of my dick up with her entrance. Just the sight of it made my cock weep. She looked back at me with her need, and I was done teasing us. I impaled her tight little snatch in one punishing thrust.
“Yes!” she hissed, her head falling on my shoulder.
“Give it to me,” I growled, my lips at the shell of her ear. “Milk daddy’s cock like a good girl, Alex.”
Her lips found mine. I swallowed every moan and cry. Our sticky, sweat-covered bodies slapped together obscenely. The sounds echoed against the walls of our bedroom as we both raced to fall over the edge of bliss. It was rare when I got there first. My priority was always her. Alexs’ pleasure and needs. Her body was my house of worship, and I tried not to crash and splinter, but it seemed that teasing her through two orgasms made her body do that fucking thing when she rippled around me. Pulling and drawing me in deeper. Tighter.
Teasing her as much as I had after the last round backfired on me.
“Alé. Baby girl,” I rasped.
“Daddy,” she squeaked just as my release crashed over me like a tidal wave.
My face dropped against her back when it hit me. With my cheek against her smooth flesh, my cum rushed through me, jetting out, pulsing through my balls intensely. Like hot lava exploding, ribbon after ribbon flooded her body.
I didn’t stop thrusting harder. Roughly. Her ass bounced and jiggled, and I took in the show. Once, twice, three more times before I shoved punishingly one more time, and my body went taut.
“Yes!” she cried, and I felt it. Her own orgasm hit.Thank fuck.Her sex clenched around me almost painfully. Milking every single drop out of me, prolonging the euphoric orgasm in a way only Alex could. I had no idea how each and every time was better than the last.
“Fuck!” I groaned loudly, breathless and tired as I tried to keep my body weight off her after she slumped down onto the bed.
“Hmm,” she huffed, but even though she didn’t say anything and I couldn’t see her, I could hear the smile in her voice. We lay like that for a long moment before I rolled off to her side. Mybody felt boneless, but the need to touch her helped me find the energy to lightly stroke her back.
“Happy birthday,” she sighed with a happy look as she turned to face me. I moved us up and got us situated. With my back on the mattress and my baby girl tucked to my side, I looked up at the ceiling.
“Happy birthday, indeed,” I drawled out.
I felt like a lucky son of a gun.
At my age, knowing I’d spend the rest of my days with a good woman was a blessing. But my biggest reward was knowing she felt safe enough to show me her vulnerable side. A side she hardly ever showed because she wasn’t afraid to ask what she wanted. Alex knew she was completely safe with me. She knew I would do anything to protect and cherish her as well as worship at her cute little toes.
“Good cake?” she asked, shifting at my side. I glanced down, and the hand I had beneath her moved to cup her ass.
“Best cake I’ve ever had,” I answered, and she laughed. The sound filled my soul in a way that fed my bones and body and heart. And almost better than the time we’d shared between the sheets.
