Page 23 of Love at First Bite
“You got it, baby. Daddy’s going to fuck you fast, and we’re both going to come hard,” he vowed. The sharp sound of his zipper sounded in the bathroom, almost echoing off the walls before I felt his thick tip at my wet entrance.
“Daddy!” I yelped when he thrust inside with one long stroke. “Yes!” My fingers clenched the vanity as he fucked me.
“Look at me,” he ordered. “Look at daddy. Look at how my girl gets me so fucking unhinged, so fucking hungry for this tight little pussy that’s all mine.”
“Yours.” I nodded. “All yours.” Tightness started to coil low in my belly. His fingers tightened on my hips, and I met him thrust for thrust.
“Touch your clit for me, baby. Touch it. Rub it,” he panted. I did as he asked, the feeling making my eyes cross.
“Brew, Brew—“ I cried out, my head falling back against his chest just as he roared so loudly I hoped no one was at the front door yet.
“Fuck,” he breathed. Our eyes connected in the mirror as we smiled at one another. “Stay here, baby.” He pressed his lips against my temple before turning to reach for a washcloth.
He turned the faucet on and let the water warm up as he peppered small kisses on my neck and tenderly righted the front of my dress. After running the washcloth under the warm water, he turned his attention to cleaning me up, something I loved more than I would ever want to admit.
“You okay? I didn’t hurt you?” The genuine concern in my man’s voice made my heart pitter-patter.
“Not at all. I liked it.”
“I like taking my time with you more.”
“I know but—” I turned around and wrapped my hands around his neck before he dropped the washcloth into the sink. “This works, too. I mean, one day, what if we have kids and we have no choice but a quickie in the closet between ballet and soccer?” His body froze. “Shit,” I whispered as fear rushed through me like an ice-cold bucket of water had been tossed over my head.
“None of that, baby girl. You just gave me that, you can’t take it away.”
“Take it… you looked freaked.”
“I was surprised at how fucking much I want that. Quickies in the closet between soccer and ballet practice,” he repeated with a slow nod. “I wouldn’t be adverse to quickies in the shower before school drop-offs and heading to work, either,” he added, painting the picture of a future I had never dreamt of wishing for.
“Does that mean you want kids?”
“With you? Yes.” My heart picked up speed as emotion started to clog my throat. Love overwhelmed me all the way down to my toes.
“How many?”
“However many we’re lucky to have.” And even though it wasn’t a number, it was the perfect answer.
“I love you,” I whispered, my eyes glassy with unshed tears.
“Kiss me, baby,” he demanded, and I did just that as he lifted me up and set me down on the vanity. We kissed softly, sweetly for long sensuous minutes.
“We should stop before we get carried away,” he muttered begrudgingly.
“Hmm,” I sighed. “Or—“ I started to suggest, but he shot me a warning look.
“Go put on some panties, and I’ll take care of the washcloth and then check on the ham.”
I hopped down, and he surprised me by reaching for my wrist. I turned back to look at him, and he picked me up and took me to his room.
“Brew!” I laughed. “What are you doing?” I asked as he grabbed something on top of his dresser before he moved us to a reading chair he had in his room and sat me on his lap. I decided to just relax, doodling patterns on his chest as my head rested on his shoulders.
“I love you,” he said, and I smiled.
“I love you, too. Thank you for letting us host this thing at your place.”
“It could be our place, you know?” My head popped up, and I stared at my man.
“Our place?” That’s when I saw it. The thing he’d reached for when we’d walked in. A little blue box with a white bow sat on my lap.
