twenty-three
“I can feed myself, you know,” she grumbles as I feed her a spoonful of cereal.
I wanted to cook something hearty, but I don’t think my body is quite capable of being more than a few inches away from her.
Daisy’s in my hoodie again, and the sight has something shifting in my chest. And the fact that she’s only wearing a tiny thong underneath has something shifting in my pants.
I internally chastise myself as she uncrosses her legs and I see slight redness between her inner thighs.
I wordlessly drop the bowl onto the coffee table and head to the bathroom, where I see a travel-size body lotion in her toiletry bag. When I realize there’s more than a handful of different brands, I decide to grab the entire bag and bring it with me to the living room.
She arches a brow. “Are you in the mood for a skincare tutorial? Because I gotta say, I’ve been dying to see you with pink undereye patches.”
I hold the large Louis Vuitton pouch to her. “Which lotion can I use for your legs?”
Her face softens as she digs around a bit and she pulls a small bottle out. “This one is extra hydrating and smells nice.”
I drop the bag next to her and take the lotion from her hand. I take a quick picture of the brand with my phone and make a mental reminder to order a few dozen of the largest size they sell so I can always have it on hand for her.
I don’t want to risk putting all my weight on the coffee table, so I take a seat on the cushion next to hers and wrap one of her legs around my hip, then drape the other over my thigh, opening her up to me.
Fuck, I’m going to have to do this as quickly as humanly possible.
I was so distracted with the thought of tending to the marks between her thighs that I forgot that I would be massaging her close to my new favorite spot on the planet.
She’s wearing a nude cotton thong, and at first glance, it really does look like she’s wearing nothing at all.
“Why are you mean mugging my pussy?”
I jerk back, completely caught off guard by the giggle in Daisy’s voice. “I’m not.”
I warm the lotion in my hands before applying it to her inner thighs.
“Mmm, that feels good. I like your hands on me,” she murmurs while lifting her hips slightly.
“Daisy,” I warn.
“What? I can’t be honest with my masseuse?” She opens her legs a bit farther, and I have to grip her thighs to keep them in place.
“Daze, I’m quite literally tending to the marks I left on your body after burying my face in your pussy. You can’t possibly be teasing me at a time like this.” I squeeze her moisturized thighs.
She simply shrugs. “What can I say? You unleashed a sexual monster. I guess this is now your burden to bear.”
“You can’t be serious—” The sight of a damp circle in the center of her panties has me clamping my mouth shut.
She must know what’s caught my attention because she keeps going. “If you think for a single second that the feel of your beard brushing up and down my pussy wasn’t one of the most exhilarating moments of my life, then I suggest you try again so I can make sure to convince you properly this time.”
“You—” I shake my head. “You’re sore. I heard you earlier. You were in pain. I never want to be the reason you’re hurting.”
She smirks. “I am sore… so maybe you can kiss it better?” She bites the corner of her lip, and before I know it, I’m hauling her by the back of her thighs.
Her squeal turns into a deep moan as I dip my head and pull the flimsy thong aside with my forefinger, then take a long lick along her wet seam. “Like that?”
“Yeah, just like that,” she says breathily.
I peel her open with my fingers, exposing that needy little bud I can’t get enough of. I place a kiss right on her clit, knowing the whiskers of my mustache are tickling her there as well. “There. Did I kiss it better?” I tease. “Or does my girl need more?”
“Please, Luke.” Her voice cracks with need.
