“Did she know about Galahad?” Now I was curious.
“No. She wouldn’t have understood. I kept that part of me hidden. Always.”
“I don’t want you to hide anything from me.” I ran my hands to his chest and placed my palms over his small, tight nipples. “Ever. Promise.”
Something swirled in his eyes, a deep, smoky darkness. Impenetrable. Unreadable.
I’d asked for a promise that couldn’t be made so he wouldn’t make it to me.
In that moment I knew there would always be things he kept hidden to protect me. To shield me from matters that served me no purpose.
“If it’s something you need to know, I will always tell you,” he said then kissed me and dragged me closer. “I can promise that.”
His cock was hardening between us, and I reached for the soap, filled my hands with suds.
He gave me a look full of hunger and cupped my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples. “I’m feeling really dirty, baby girl.”
“Then I know just what to do to make Daddy feel better.” I giggled and slipped my soapy hands through his pubic hair to his cock.
When I wrapped my hands around his length and squeezed, he tipped his head back and groaned—a delicious long rumble that echoed around the cubicle and made my pussy clench.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “More like that.”
I did as he’d asked and cupped his balls as I soaped his thick erection.
He tugged and twisted and tweaked my nipples, turning me on, creating a heaviness in my breasts that quickly became longing for more.
But I took my time and indulged in him; the shape and heat of him, the thickness of his shaft and how it felt like I was in control.
“Ah, baby.” He , captured my mouth in a kiss.
I moaned and leaned into him, lost to the moment. Only we existed, surrounded by the warm water and the scented steam.
“You’re too good at that,” he murmured. “And I’ve got plans before we both come.”
“I like the sound of that.” I ran my thumb through his slit and around the flared head of his glans.
He trembled then caught my wrist. “We’re taking this to bed.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Amy
He led me from the shower and wrapped me in a towel. Whilst I rubbed myself dry, he did the same, scrubbing the towel over his head and mussing up his hair.
“No need for clothes.” He studied me.
“I guessed as much.”
He ushered me into the bedroom with a sense of urgency.
Excitement pinged around inside me. We had nowhere else to be, no one to see. This was all about us, and with Mitch I knew I’d always get my orgasm.
How life had changed.
“Lie down.” He nodded at the bed. “On your back, arms above your head.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I did as he’d asked, arching my back and jutting up my breasts.
