His hands grew firm, turning me until I was staring up at those deep-chocolate eyes. “You’re my dream, Penny. I want to be here for you. I want to love you, I want to support you, and I want to swat that pretty little ass every single time you doubt yourself.”
My nipples pulled tight at his words. “You really want that?”
“I want you, Pen, and everything that comes with you.”
I launched myself at him now, feeling his hands catch and hold as they lifted me up against his belly. My lips greedily searched for his, desperate to feel the taste of his tongue on mine. Neal groaned, his fingers tight on my ass as he stepped forward, tumbling both of us into my bed.
His bulk was weight on my body driving me back into the mattress and throwing every worry from my mind. Here, under him, against him, I was free. I was just me. And I fucking savored it. His palms were rough as he reached down, shoving my robe higher and higher on my body.
“Are we crazy?”
Neal laughed. “Maybe.”
My fingers were at his waistband, ripping the belt free and starting on the zipper.
“I want you to stay too. I want you here, every night.” I softened my voice, slowing my action so that I could lean in, pressing my nose along the line of his neck until it reached the stiff edge of his collar. His hands had found the laced edges of my panties and were yanking them down, his movements jerky with a desperation that my body echoed.
“Fuck, sorry,” Neal moaned, as if sensing what I was thinking. “I need to slow down.”
“No, no, no,” I chanted, pulling his shirt off his shoulders until they gathered at the cuffs. “Don’t stop. You can’t.”
Neal froze, his head falling back as my hand found the pulsing length of him and slipped him free of his suit pants. He was hard as steel, dripping onto my hand as I worked the length of him from base to tip. To be wanted like this, with such abandon, it drove me wild.
His hand darted around me, pressing my thighs wider as his fingers brushed across my pussy. My knees closed against my arms, and I released his cock as I fell back onto the bedding. I could come like this, with just his words in that deep, rough voice. But feeling his hands on me, so desperate to touch me too… I was coming undone.
“Don’t slow down. I need you now.”
Neal’s finger plunged deep, his hips arching against the edge of the bed as his fingers sank deep. He cursed. “So fucking hot, Penny. How long have you been waiting for me, baby? Did you stay up, hoping that I’d make this pretty pussy drip?”
I moaned, my hips rising and falling and trying to convince him to pump harder, to push me further. Even now I could feel my body clenching, drawing up tight. “I need you inside me.”
Neal pulled away. “I need to go get a condom.”
After the first time, we’d been so good. I’d wanted that at first, to feel the extra layer of security between us. But not anymore. I was done hiding.
“No, no condoms. I’m clean,” I whimpered. “Trust me.”
Neal’s hands were on me in a moment, one on my side, pressing my robe open wide, the other back to my face, where he tipped my chin up. In the dim lighting, I met those deep, haunting eyes. “Baby, you need to be serious about this, because once I feel you like this, the sweet grip of this pussy, I’m never going to be able to go back to a condom. I promise you that.”
Meeting his gaze boldly, I wrapped my legs around his waist, tightening them so he was forced closer and closer until he was leaning against me, his thick heat spearing across my pussy, The slide of flesh on flesh sent another spiral of desperate need through me as I squirmed under Neal’s hold.
“Neal…Daddy, I’m so empty.”
“Fuck,” he moaned, thrusting forward so that again his cock pushed through my folds, the thick head brushing across my clit as he continued to draw out this exquisite torture. The next time he reared back, I lifted my hips, my legs banded around his powerful body, and guided the head of his cock lower, to where it settled just inside my lips.
Breathing hard, Neal lowered his face until our foreheads were pressed together, our pants the only sounds between us.
“Stay,” I whispered.
“Always,” he responded, and just as one single tear of happiness slipped from my eye, he sank into me, his cock a heavy reminder of how large he really was. I whimpered a little at the girth, but as he worked himself in and out of me, letting my body stretch to accommodate him, I was instantly back on the edge.
When Neal’s thighs finally pressed against me, we both breathed a sigh of pure bliss. His hands swept over my skin untilthey reached my hips, and then with a soft grunt, he retreated until the thick head of him was the only thing still inside, before thrusting back into me.
My hands found my breasts, holding them against the onslaught as Neal rocked into me over and over again. My body was clenching, needy, so close to coming that when Neal leaned over, the angle deepening once more, I arched into him, legs tight, and let the orgasm wash over me.
“There you go, baby. :et me in deeper,” Neal crooned, his hips working me through the waves of pleasure. His clothes brushed against my bare legs as he began to work with me again. “Now again, let me feel that sweet grip. Let me in deeper now.”
I moaned my agreement, arching into him as his thrusts became more erratic. “Neal…” There was something I wanted to say—lots of things, really, but one more than anything else. The thing that reminded us of the unsaid.
