“Don’t waste any of it,” he drawls, then winks at me before hauling me to my feet. I sway where I stand, and he steadiesme, wrapping his arms around me tight. He kisses me, then whispers, “Can I trust you to do as you're told now, Louise?”
I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck and lifting myself on my tiptoes to sink into another soul melting kiss. He swats my ass lightly, then releases me before guiding me back down the steps.
“On your stomach on the bed,” he instructs when we cross the threshold to the bedroom.
I spy the box from the picture he’d sent earlier, and he picks it up as I lift the navy-blue FD t-shirt over my head and toss it aside. Shimmying out of my panties, I cringe at the wetness that drips down the inside of my thighs, but I crawl onto the bed, lowering onto my stomach. Crossing my arms, I lower my cheek to my folded arms like a pillow.
Zach moves to the side of the bed, and I watch him from where I lay. He’s shucked the pants he was wearing and is as naked as I am as he opens the package in his hands. Leaning up on one elbow, I rest my cheek in my palm, watching him.
God, he’s just beautiful to look at.
The full floral sleeve tattoo is the only one he has, other than three tiny footprints beneath his left arm on his ribcage.
“Are those the girls’ footprints from when they were babies?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
“Does the sleeve have any significance? The flowers, I mean?” I ask, tilting my head to watch as he opens the box. I still can’t see what’s inside.
“The florals I chose are the girls’ birth month flowers,” he says, glancing down at his own arm. “My own little garden.”
“I love that,” I whisper, my heart expanding for the love this man has for his daughters. “You’re a really good dad, Zach. I hope you know that.”
“Thank you,” he murmurs, smiling over at me. But then his gaze darkens as his eyes rove over my naked body. “But I don’t want to talk about being a dad when I’m about to fuck you.”
“Understood,” I laugh, trapping my bottom lip between my teeth. “I like how dirty you talk.”
He climbs onto the bed, pushing my shoulder until I’m once again lying flat on the mattress. Zach straddles my thighs, one knee on either side of my legs, and then I hear the crinkle of a bag. A bottle cap flips open with a click, and I shriek in surprise when something cool hits my back.
“Sorry,” Zach laughs, quickly tossing the bottle aside. “It’s massage oil. Should have warmed it up with my hands first.”
He uses those hands to smooth the oil over my back, kneading and applying pressure to all the spots that pull the most pathetic noises out of me. “Your hands are like magic.”
“You might not think so when I’m done turning this ass red for flirting with Chief,” he drawls, lowering his hand enough to squeeze a handful of one of my ass cheeks. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about punishing you for being a brat earlier.”
That same hand slides down further, between my cheeks, then slips two fingers between my folds. I shift my hips, widening my thighs as much as I can with his pinning mine closed. He groans, playing with the slickness there.
“Do you trust me to make you feel good and not to hurt you any more than what you can handle?” he asks quietly.
I swallow hard, hesitating. Not because I don’t trust him… but what kind of hurt?
He must sense my uncertainty, leaning down to say, “I promise you I’m not going to hurt you here—” he moves his fingers, slick with my arousal and our earlier releases, up to circle that tight little hole. “I would never dream of hurting you. If it’s too much, you tell me, and we stop. No questions asked. I swear it, Louise. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I breathe, nodding where my cheek is pressed to my folded arms again. “Yes, I trust you, Zach.”
“Good girl.” His fingers are still circling, pressing. My body opens for him and he groans against the back of my neck as his thumb slides in past that first tight ring. “There you go. We have all night. We go as slow as you need.”
He continues to play, sliding his thumb in and out, letting me adjust to the foreignness of it all. It feels strange, but so good. I want more. But he pulls his hands away too soon, and I moan in displeasure.
Zach chuckles, reaching across the bed and picking up one of the pillows, then guides me to lift my hips, shoving the pillow underneath me. It raises my hips just a little, bringing my ass up in the air, my chest still flush against the mattress. He then picks up something else before bringing it in front of my face, and I blush hot all over.
It’s a small, egg shaped vibrator with a tail that curves upward. “I’m going to put this inside you, and this part—” he says, showing me the smaller end, “—is going to be on your clit. Tell me yes, Princess.”
“Yes.”
“So good when you listen,” he breathes, then leans up. He shifts on the bed, removing one of his thighs from beside me so he can spread my legs. I make to move, to lift my hips, but he tsks. “Just stay right where you are. Let me do this.”
“Ohmygod,” I groan, pressing my forehead to the mattress when he pushes the toy inside my pussy.
