“Well, yeah, wouldn’t do either of us any good if you’d gotten sick from sitting in that chilly basement dressed the way you were.” I rolled so I could rest my head against his chest, and John started rubbing my thigh. “But I think I get what you’re trying to say. It’s not an act, Mav. I would do anything to see you smile.”
“So, what exactly are we doing?” I needed to hear the words from him. I knew how I felt, but I wasn’t going to be the one to lay my cards on the table.
“It doesn’t much seem like dating is a fitting description,” he mused, scrubbing a hand against his stubbled jaw. “All I know is I don’t want whatever we’re doing to stop. When things settle down a bit, I’d love to take you on some proper dates. And I don’t want there to be anyone else for either of us. You’ll learn pretty quick I’m not good at sharing my toys.”
“Oh, is that what I am to you?” I teased.
“Princess, you’re so much more than that.” He pulled me onto his lap and stood. I was forced to wrap my legs around his waist as I held onto him for dear life. I was pretty sure he did it on purpose, because my ass was on full display and he wasted no time slipping his hands inside the back of my panties, stretching the lace. I would have been worried he would rip them, but if he did, that just meant he’d have to buy me another pair.
I failed to see the downside in that. For a guy whose wardrobe consisted mostly of jeans, t-shirts, and heavy boots, it turned out he had quite the eye for fashion.
“Where are you taking me?” I had a pretty good idea. John adjusted me so I could feel his erection against mine. “Mmm, Daddy, is that all for me?”
“Sure as fuck isn’t for anyone else,” he growled as he turned out the lights and set the alarm. “As for where we’re going, I thought I would take you upstairs so I can show you exactly how much I cherish you.”
It wasn’t a declaration of love, but my heart melted just the same. No one had ever said they cherished me. Somehow, that was even more special than the L-word.
“And I’m not fucking you tonight, princess,” he told me as he strode into my bedroom. I expected him to go all caveman and throw me down on the bed, but he laid me down with the same care a person would give a priceless heirloom.
“You’re not?” The words didn’t come easily with the lump in my throat. I wouldn’t forgive myself if he’d decided to slow things down again.
John toed out of his boots. My mouth watered as I watched him unbutton and unzip his jeans. He shoved them to the floor. Next came the button-down. I wanted to scream as he slowly released one button after the next.
I shimmied around on the mattress until my skirt was bunched at my waist. Before my hand could reach my dick, Daddy swatted it away. “What have I told you? You don’t get to play with that.”
“You can’t expect me to stay still when you’re naked in front of me,” I protested. “And if you’re not going to fuck me, I need to do something.”
John climbed onto the bed, straddling my legs and boxing my head in with his strong arms. I was overcome with a bizarre urge to turn my head and lick his bulging biceps. “I never said I wasn’t going to make you come. I only said I’m not going to fuck you.”
“Then what are you going to do?” My breath hitched at the soft expression in his eyes. He ghosted a finger over my collarbone and down to my nipple, so lightly it made me shiver. He kissed a line from my forehead down to the tip of my nose, then pressed his lips to each corner of my mouth.
“Tonight, I’m going to make love to you,” he whispered. “There will be plenty of times when I turn you over and drive myself into that delicious ass so hard you think you’re going to split in two, but that’s not what you need tonight. It’s not what either of us need.”
“No?” It was hard for me to imagine John being slow and tender in bed. From the first time I’d seen him, he struck me as the type to go hard and fast, not relenting until his partner was boneless and questioning if they were still alive.
“I need this just as much as you, sweetheart.” He brushed the backs of his fingers over my cheekbones. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever been with, and I’m not just talking about anatomy. You’re special to me, and I want to show you just how much. You think you derailed my plans when you stopped me at the club, but really, you only made things better. This—us, at home and able to take our time—is perfect. Thank you.”
“You’re…welcome?” I wasn’t sure how to respond to being thanked for my mild panic.
I wrapped my arms around John’s back and gently kneaded his muscles. He dropped his head to my shoulder, still propping himself up so he didn’t crush me. He didn’t realize I wanted his weight to ground me to this moment, so I’d never forget. I wanted to feel the pressure, so I’d know I wasn’t dreaming.
“This isn’t just about sex for me, Mav,” he whispered in between sweet kisses to my neck. “I want to be the one to take care of all your needs, in and out of the bedroom. I don’t want to control your life, but I want to help you. When we ran into each other that night, you said you came here to put your life back together. Let me help you?”
“Yes, please,” I sighed.
“Good boy,” he praised me. “I was expecting a bit more of a fight.”
“Why would I argue when you’re giving me things I’ve only dreamed about until now?” I slid my hands lower. It was hard to reach his ass because of the size difference between us, but I was tired of waiting to feel him against me.
I pulled him down, lifting my hips to grind against him. “My baby’s getting impatient. Do you think you can trust me to give you what you need if you slow down a little? Remember, I’m not as young as you. If you make me come, I’m going to be out for a few hours, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to blow before I feel that tight hole wrapped around me.”
“You say the sweetest things,” I teased.
Daddy scooted down my body, kissing every inch of skin his lips passed. When he got to my chest, he pushed the lace aside but didn’t undress me. My cock twitched when he looked up at me and licked his lips. He massaged my pecs the way I imagined he would squeeze a woman’s breasts. If he’d done this sooner, I might have been offended, but he’d spent enough time worshiping my body that I no longer feared he was imagining me to be someone I wasn’t. “You have the prettiest little tits I’ve ever seen. One of these nights, I’m going to pull you onto my lap and suck on your nipples until you scream.”
My back arched, pushing harder against his face. I cried out when his teeth latched onto my flesh.
“You like that, don’t you?”
