Page 37 of Accepting Love

Her head rolls from side to side. “Oh, God…”

I love the deep sexy sounds that come out of her when she’s desperate. My cock jumps to attention.

I hitch my knee up higher against her.

She gasps, her mouth falling open. “Please…”

There are a lot of incredibly sweet words in the English language. My Little girl begging me for release is top among them.

I flick her nipple several times just to watch her writhe before releasing her breast to smooth my hand down toward her pussy. When I pull my knee back a fraction to slip my hand between us, I realize my sweatpants are wet, and her heat is powerful.

“Is this what you need, Little one?” I murmur against her ear.

She whimpers as her hips lift off the bed.

I stroke through her soft folds, find her clit, and circle it leisurely. She’s so precious. I can’t believe she’s mine. I can’t believe I’m the only man who will ever touch her.

I keep whispering because I love how it makes her breath hitch. “How do you like it? Shall I just circle your clit or do you want me to press my finger inside you?”

She moans and struggles in my arms. She’s too wiggly, and I need more.

I release her wrists, toss the covers back, and slide down her body. Positioning myself between her legs, I press them wide, holding her steady.

Her hands come to my shoulders. “Zane… What…”

Am I throwing too much at her at once by going down on her the first time I touch her sexually? Based on her panting and writhing, I don’t think so.

“Need to taste you, Little one.” I flatten my tongue over her clit and drag it across languidly.

She cries out, her body bucking and arching, or trying to. She can’t budge. I’ve got a firm grip on her thighs.

I lap at her several times before pushing my tongue into her tight pussy.Jesus. I’ve never felt anything so tight before. I don’t think I’ve been with a virgin since I was in my early twenties.

Her skin is so damn smooth and soft. When I switch my attention back to her clit and suck on it, she grabs my head. I doubt she’s aware. She’s pressing me against her mound. It’s telling.

I flick her clit over and over as I slide my thumbs closer to her folds. When I pull her labia apart, she flinches. “Daddy…”

Oh, man, I love that sound. I won’t insist she call me Daddy when we’re having sex. That’s up to her. Some women need a separate headspace when they’re making love. It doesn’t matter to me. I’ll follow her lead even if she shifts in and out of her Little space. I suspect that might happen. It happens to her often anyway. It’s not surprising it would happen in bed.

I press my thumbs against her, not entering her, just applying pressure to her soft folds. When I drag my teeth across her clit, her entire body jolts and stiffens. She hovers in the sweet spot for a moment and then cries out her release as her clit pulses against my mouth.

Heaven. There are no other words to describe this moment. I will cherish it for my entire life. I close my eyes for a few seconds to memorize the scent of her arousal and the sound of her mewls. The way her fingertips dig into my scalp. The softness of her sweet body as she throbs with her release.

When she’s done, she shudders and goes completely limp. She doesn’t even try to close her legs. They lie wide open against the bed.

I rise up and hover over her, pushing her nightie up and over her head. I want her naked. I want to stare at her body. She just came against my mouth. I think it’s safe to say I’m welcome to explore.

Her chest rises and falls as I set a finger below her chin and trail it slowly down her body, between her breasts until I hit her belly button.

She smiles at me with a very satisfied look, lazy and sated, warm and limp. “That was so nice.”

I chuckle. “Nice?”

She keeps smiling as I trail my finger back up and spiral it around one of her breasts until I reach the nipple. Instead of touching the sharp tip, I switch to the other breast.

Her arms had fallen to her sides after she came, and she lifts them now to draw them in closer to her chest.

I shake my head. “Don’t, Little one.” I grab one of her wrists with my free hand and guide it to the mattress alongside her head. “Don’t cover yourself. Let me look at you.”

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