I feel like I’m on a date in high school, the nerves ripping through my body, sitting on the couch with the girl watching a TV show.
Jessa explicitly said she wants someone who can take control. I’m trying to consolidate that I can be both the man I am at Avalon, at the office, and at home. Why am I having such a hard time combining all the facets of who I am?
I’m tired of thinking so hard, so I just act.
“Jessa?”
“Hmm?” She sits up, her hair falling to one side as she blinks her dark brown eyes at me.
“Sit on my lap.” My tone is gentle and clear, and she listens so beautifully, climbing onto my lap, her legs parting on each side of my thighs. Her sweet sundress pushes up her toned thighs as she does. My hands rest on the flesh I’ve been recently obsessed with, kneading the muscle with my thumbs.
“I thought you said slow,” she whispers, her hands running a line from my shoulders to my chest.
“This is slow.”
“Okay,” she says, her eyes meeting mine.
I’m not sure where I summon the audacity and authority but the next words out of my mouth were ones I never thought I would say. “Give Daddy a kiss.”
The change in her body language is instantaneous as she melts into me, her core sliding against my growing cock, making her dress rise even further. My hands are on her bare flesh as her hands slide behind my neck. Her fingertips toying with the loose hair behind my neck as her lips meet mine.
She lets out a feminine sigh as she kisses me slowly. Like we have all the time in the world, like she can’t get enough of my taste, or like she’s trying to memorize the shape of my lips like I am hers.
One of my hands leaves her thigh to hold her neck, my thumb guiding her jaw to where I want her mouth. She lets me control the speed of the kiss and where I want her body, except for the slight movements of her hips seeking friction against my groin.
I deepen the kiss, needing more of her taste and touch. Her tongue works alongside mine in a simplified way. It’s leisurely and soft, not an overwhelming or rough dominance. The kiss feels like our date, feeling out how we’re going to work and if we’re compatible. The longer we kiss, the more I realize Jessa could easily be a person I give everything to and it’s both exhilarating and terrifying.
She’s sliding her covered pussy against me, and I grab her ass with both of my hands to make her grind down harder on my cock that so desperately wants out of my shorts.
We said slow, I’m not rushing this,I remind myself, even though all I want to do is push up her skirt and thrust up into her wet cunt until she slumps over in pleasure.
Jessa’s lips leave mine for a moment to look down at where we’re touching. Her lips part and her eyes meet mine before our lips are back on each other. Our kiss turns more frantic, like neither of us could possibly get closer to each other. The friction of our clothes is a barrier we both want to remove, but we know we shouldn’t. I’m trying to remember why we should take this slow as her warm cunt rubs against me.
My grip on her ass is tight. I know if I looked her ass would be white from my fingertips handling her. But she seems to love it, and it only makes me harder and want her more. The noise that rips out of my throat when she lightly tugs on my bottom lip is deep and loud. It only makes Jessa more greedy as her hands tangle roughly in my hair.
“You want me to make you feel good, kitten?” She nods and kisses the side of my face and jaw. “Be a good girl and spin around on Daddy’s lap.” It shouldn’t feel as natural as it fucking does calling myself that, or telling her what to do. Or the way this is all escalating, but it does, and all I want is more of her.
She looks up at me, her big brown eyes blinking as she smiles and she softly says, “Yes, Daddy.”
I nearly come in my fucking pants. I’ve always enjoyed being in control, asserting my will over someone else’s pleasure. But Jessa doesn’t just want that, she wants everything, and fuck if I don’t want to give it to her.
Like the good girl that she is, she grabs my thighs and turns herself around. Her soft ass pressed firmly against my straining dick as her legs fall outside of my own. I’m shimmying her dress up her legs and slowly dragging my hands up her thighs in anticipation. Her head rests on my shoulder, and I know she can feel my heart racing against her back.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
“So wet,” she says breathlessly.
I kiss the side of her face and push her dress up to her waist. My hand travels from her inner thigh and glides over the lace covering her wet pussy. I groan against her hair when I feel how wet she already is from grinding on me. Her hips buck into my hand, eager for me to touch and give her what I promised, but I take my time with her, slowly gliding my hand back and forth over the lace.
“Please,” she asks, with her cheek pressed to mine.
“My girl wants to come? You want me to make you feel good?”
“Please, Aiden,” she says, her hips canting forward into my hand.
Not wanting to turn her into a begging mess the first time we’re together, I oblige, slipping her panties to the side as I run two fingers up and down her dripping pussy. I can’t help but make my approval known by kissing her throat and sliding a finger inside of her. It doesn’t take long for me to use two fingers and the heel of my palm against her clit. I want her to come quickly, so that I can make her do it all over again.
She lifts her legs, using her feet to dig into the couch which only pushes her ass tighter against my cock. She wraps her hand around the back of my neck as she seeks purchase, and I fuck her with my fingers relentlessly.
