She began to giggle as she landed a second time with arms and legs spread wide like a starfish. Her laughter died away as Travis climbed onto the bed and crawled over her body a moment later. He knelt between her legs long enough to sheath his cock in a rubber. Then he leaned forward to rest his body on hands and knees, crouching over her like a predator about to go in for the kill. She would have been worried except for the sexual heat glowing in his eyes.
“Tell me you want this, Lottie-love. We can stop if you want to wait, though it might kill me,” he said through teeth clenched tight.
Lottie reached up with arms and legs, trying to wrap herself around him to pull him down to her. “I want this, Daddy. Please, fuck me good.”
He smiled as he dropped until only an inch separated their bodies. Shifting to rest his weight on one arm, he used his free hand to fit the head of his cock to her opening. She sucked a breath as he pushed deep, not stopping until his pelvis pressed against hers. He filled her completely and felt oh so good as he held still, giving her a moment to adjust to his invasion.
She tried to move her hips, but he had her lower body pinned to the bed.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, sweet girl?”
“If you don’t start moving, I’m going to kill you.”
It was Lottie’s tone as much as her threatening words that surprised Travis. Checking her expression, he saw that she was not joking. Hoping he could hold on long enough to get her offfirst, Travis pulled back until only the head of his cock remained sheathed in her before pushing in again. He had been afraid of hurting her, but her moan proved that pain was not what she was feeling.
Pausing once he was fully seated in her again, he remained still for only a moment to confirm she really was okay before he started a slow but steady in and out. After checking in to make sure she was okay, he began to slowly pick up speed. Each thrust was a bit faster and more forceful than the one before.
He could feel his orgasm gathering, but he was determined Lottie would come first. She met each of his thrusts enthusiastically, but a deep look into her eyes showed hesitation. She seemed to be waiting for something.
Permission, maybe?
“Come for Daddy,” he said softly as he shifted slightly so his pelvis brushed over her clit with every stroke.
With those words, he watched as her eyes rolled up in her head and every part of her stiffened. A heartbeat later she cried out as she went flying off the cliff into the world of orgasmic bliss.
Three strokes later he followed, roaring out his own release.
As he rolled them so they laid on their sides, still connected, Travis knew in every cell of his being that Lottie Smith was perfect for him.
It took a few minutes before he could feel his body, but when he did, he rose and went to the bathroom. After dealing with the condom and cleaning up, he returned with a warm cloth and cleaned Lottie up. Then he worked the covers from under her body and covered her before crawling in and collapsing again.
Lottie was already asleep, but rolled into his side with a happy sigh. Wrapping his arm around her back to hold her close, Travis closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off as well.
A click of the lock and doorknob woke him later. He shifted in the bed to watch as Tilly walked in. He was pulling the covers over Lottie and trying to keep the woman from being embarrassed at being seen by her sister.
Tilly looked around the room and then at the bed with an almost wistful expression. She set a bag on the floor, then retreated again. Once the door clicked closed again, Travis looked at Lottie who was staring up at him with wide eyes.
“Tilly?” she whispered.
“Yep,” he responded before brushing a kiss on her nose. “Do you want me to go catch her so you can talk?”
Lottie stared at his chest for a moment before shaking her head. “I’ll call her later, but I have a feeling she won’t want to come back.”
Travis chuckled as he snuggled her closer to his chest. “Probably not. But tomorrow we’ll let her have this room and you can come home with me.”
Lottie thought about it and nodded before looking over her shoulder toward the door. “That sounds like a good idea. Did she leave my bag?”
“I believe so.”
He tried to hold her back when she rolled toward the edge of the bed. “Where are you going?”
“I have to get Molly Moo.”
She quickly crossed the room and reached into the bag Tilly had dropped on the floor. A moment later, she returned to the bed with a black-and-white stuffie cradled against her chest.
“This is Molly Moo. Carri made her for me. She’s my bestest friend.”
