Page 71 of Accepting Love

She squirms against me, eventually breaking the kiss so she can lift mostly off and thrust back down again. “So good,” she murmurs.

Thank God.

Losing all abandon, she starts bouncing up and down, and I was right, the sight is almost more than I can take. Her breasts are gorgeous, the pink tips hard and begging for attention.

I smooth my hands around under her arms so I can graze my thumbs over her globes. When she arches toward me, I reach farther, find her nipples, and flick them over and over.

She tips her head back and grinds against the base of my shaft again. I wish I had a picture of how wanton she is, but I’d never risk something like that existing. I’m never sharing this look of hers with another living soul.

I feel greedy and protective. We might spend time at Surrender, but I’ll never strip her naked and make her come for an audience. I know that with sudden clarity. This side of her is all mine.

Her breath hitches and she moans deeply. “I’m going to come, Daddy.”

“Let it go, angel.”

She bounces a few more times and then gasps as she grinds yet again. The pure bliss on her face pushes me right over the edge alongside her. My cock can’t wait another second. My orgasm surges, filling her pussy.

Nothing in my life has ever felt as good as being inside Carolina Fraser. I’m so fucking lucky. So damn happy.

Chapter15

Zane

“Time to get up, angel,” I murmur against Caro’s ear two days later.

She whimpers and shakes her head, burrowing deeper under the covers against me. “Five more minutes.”

She clings to me, and it’s damn near impossible to deny her anything. She’s so precious, especially when she’s not quite awake.

I press her against my side and stroke a hand up and down her back, over her bottom and between her cheeks. This always wakes her up. She doesn’t ever balk at my fingers against her pussy, but when I touch her little rosebud, she clenches.

I chuckle. “I’m going to take this little button one day, angel.”

She shakes her head against me, fully awake now. “No way, Daddy. That’s naughty.”

I laugh again. “You’re going to enjoy it. I promise.” It will be a while though. A long while apparently. She hasn’t even warmed up to the idea of me touching the outer rim, let alone slipping a finger into her. I won’t push her. I’ve introduced her to far too many things in a short amount of time. Breaching her bottom can wait as long as she needs. Teasing her about it every few days makes me smile though. Her reactions are priceless.

“What time is it?” she murmurs against my chest.

“Almost nine, lazy Little girl. We need to go down to breakfast. Amy’s probably wondering if we’re still alive.”

“She is not. Don’t be silly.” Caro lifts her face and looks at me before smiling sheepishly. “She doesn’t care what time we come down. She said so. She’ll leave breakfast for us to eat at our leisure.”

I lift her fingers to my lips and kiss them. “Aren’t these sweet digits itching to get to the keys?” That always wakes my Little girl up. She rarely goes double-digit hours without playing, but she’s done so a few times while we’ve been here.

She’s played a few hours every day, but it’s been about twenty since she last sat on that piano bench in the library. I’m surprised she’s not clamoring to get there.

She pushes out her bottom lip. “I’ll be cold when I get out of bed because someone keeps putting me to bed naked.”

I chuckle, my chest making us both shake. “Are you complaining? Would you rather I put you in long-sleeved footed pajamas during the night?”

She shakes her head. “No. I’d get hot. You’re like a furnace.”

Threading my hand up in her hair, I draw her lips toward mine for a kiss. “Your nighties are very cute, but they look cuter on the floor.”

She giggles and swats at me. “That’s silly.”

“I got you a gift, but you’re going to have to get up and get dressed before I give it to you.”

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