“Daddy!” I gasp, both at his words and at the sting of his teeth against my throat.
He works his way down my chest, but when he reaches my breasts he doesn't go straight for my nipples. Instead, he traces the undersides with his tongue.
"These gorgeous tits," he groans. "I've been dreaming about how they'd taste."
"Please taste them," I beg.
He rewards my begging by closing his mouth over one stiff peak.
I cry out, my back bowing off the couch. He sucks hard, then gentles, then sucks again—an unpredictable rhythm that has me writhing. His other hand rolls and pinches my other nipple until I'm making sounds I don't recognize.
"My sensitive girl," he murmurs against my skin, switching to give the other breast the same treatment. "I love how every little touch makes you shake."
"You seem to know my body intuitively," I manage. "I'm only like this for you."
His groan vibrates against my nipple, and I feel it all the way to my core. He spends long minutes there, licking and sucking and nibbling until my nipples are swollen and tender and I'm practically sobbing with need.
Finally, his tongue traces down the center of my stomach, following the faint groove of muscle. When he reaches my navel, he dips inside, swirling, and I gasp.
"Found another sensitive spot," he says smugly, doing it again just to watch me squirm. "I'm going to memorize everything that makes you gasp and writhe, sweetheart."
"You're killing me already."
He chuckles and nips at my hip bone, then kisses across to my other hip, teeth grazing the curve, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs and spread them wider. I'm completely open to him now, exposed and desperate and so wet I may have to get a new couch.
He’s staring. "So pretty," he breathes. "So slick and swollen and ready for me. All for your Daddy."
"Yes," I whimper. "Only for you."
"That's my good girl."
Then he lowers his mouth and just that first long lick has mequivering.
He kisses and licks through my folds like he's savoring a delicacy, his tongue exploring every inch of me. When he brushes near my clit, I cry out, hands flying to his hair.
"Oh god?—"
I moan and roll my hips, as he licks and sucks at my folds, teasing my clit with his lips, then flattening his tongue over it. And the pressure builds fast, coiling tight in my belly. I'm right there, right on the edge?—
And he pulls back.
"Ike…” I whine, my hips chasing his mouth.
He holds me down with one hand splayed across my lower belly, keeping me pinned while he goes back to work…even slower this time.
His tongue traces lazy patterns through my folds, avoiding my clit entirely. He dips lower to circle my entrance, then drags back up through my wetness, stopping just short of my throbbing bundle of nerves.
"Ike, please?—"
"Please what, baby?" He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, maddeningly casual. "Tell Daddy what you need."
“I need—please touch my clit.”
"This sensitive little clit?" He brushes his thumb over it once, featherlight, and my whole body jerks. "You want Daddy's mouth here?"
"Yes, sir! Yes,please!"
He lowers his head and gives me exactly what I asked for—his lips closing around the swollen bud, sucking gently.
