“You going to get it nice and wet for Daddy, angel?”
Este whimpers, nodding and immediately crawling forward to take me in her mouth. I hold on to her hair as she works me to the back of her throat, then pulls back and rubs her tongue all over me.Fuck. She’s so eager, it’s unreal.
And I’m going to lose it before I’m inside her if she keeps it up.
I place a finger below her chin and tilt her face up to mine. Her cheeks are so red that her freckles and scar aremore pronounced. I trace my finger down her scar, along the freckled bridge of her nose, and over her lips.
“Spit on it, baby.”
Somehow, her eyes get darker. She draws in a shaky breath, then leans close to my cock and spits. She doesn’t move away, watching as I rub it over my cock.
“Good girl,” I murmur, bending to kiss her forehead before walking back around the bed. She may want me to fuck her hard and rough, and god, I will, but I like being gentle with her equally as much.
She looks over her shoulder at me as I settle behind her, arching her back and moving when I grab her ass. I squeeze then smack it lightly before I pull her underwear down. Down, but not off. I leave it halfway down her thighs, essentially holding her legs together as I fist my cock and run it over her pussy.
I place a hand flat between her shoulder blades and gently push her down, sinking inside her with a guttural groan. Este instantly tightens around me, crying out my name. I smack her ass, and immediately she corrects herself.
“Daddy,” she cries, and it takes everything in me not to come just like that. I haven’t even moved yet, but she feels so fucking good clenching around my cock.
I push into her, once, twice, three times, each thrust harder than the last. At a glance, I would’ve called Este completely relaxed, but I watch tension I could never have spotted dissolve from her body as I fuck her harder. It’s the reassurance I need.
I slide in deeper as I lean over her and bring her arm around, holding it like a handle behind her back.
“Fuck,” she sobs against the bed. “It’s so good. So much.”
“Too much?” I check, but she shakes her head.
“Perfect,” she answers, her voice nothing but a breath.
“Of course it’s not too much,” I murmur, rubbing my free hand over her back. “You were made for this, weren’t you, angel? You can handle everything Daddy has for you.”
She hisses a “yes” that turns into a moan as I speed up, my own vision blurring. Este turns her head, so her cheek is pressed against the bed, and closes her eyes. Her face is slack, her body completely relaxed into me.
The moans that spill from her are softer, slower, the harder and faster I am. Her legs held together by her underwear, her arm held in my firm grasp, she’s given herself wholly over to me. She’s completely mine. For now.
Shit. I can’t think about those two words right now.
I wind my free arm around her, finding her clit and barely brushing my finger over it. I know how sensitive she must be, and I don’t want to hurt her. But my featherlight touch is enough to tip her off the precipice, and she pulls me right down with her.
She squeezes my cock so fucking tight as she comes that my vision goes black for a second, my orgasm spiraling from zero to a million in one second flat. I practically fall on top of her, clinging to her arm for dear life as we both soar.
The last thing I want to do is pull out of her, but I’m worried I’m going to crush her if I don’t. And sure enough, when I finally stand and release Este’s arm, she all but collapses to the bed with a whispered, “Fuck.”
She rolls onto her back, her eyes closed, but there’s ahappy, blissed-out smile on her face that makes my heart pound so loudly, I swear I can hear it.
I did that. I made her smile like that.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had the opportunity to make anyone smile, but I don’t think, in forty-seven years, I’ve ever made someone look as content as Este does as she opens her eyes and reaches for me.
“This is the part where we cuddle.”
I chuckle, still a little out of breath. “In a second, angel.” I grab the box of Kleenex from my nightstand so I can clean her up, then frown at the state of the bed. There’s no way either of us is napping in here until I remake it.
Instead, I pick Este up bridal-style, and she immediately nestles into my chest. “Where are we going?”
“Your room, so we can nap without making the bed.”
She hums her approval. “Who’d have thought we’d not only be sleeping through the night but also choosing to nap?” she says as I kick open her bedroom door and lay her on the bed. We both climb under the covers, and I pull her into me, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo.
