ELEVEN
DAISY
The morning light slips through the cabin curtains and wakes me gently. I lie still for a moment, warm and relaxed under the heavy quilt, listening to Eli’s steady breathing beside me. His arm is draped over my waist, possessive even in sleep. I turn my head on the pillow and let my gaze drift down his body.
He’s on his back, the sheet pushed low around his hips. His cock rests against his thigh, thick and semi-hard, the head already flushed a deep pink. It twitches slightly as I watch. Heat pools low in my belly. I have never done this before, but the urge to taste him, to wake him up with my mouth, is suddenly overwhelming.
I slide down the bed carefully so I don’t disturb him too soon. My heart beats fast with nerves and excitement. I have no idea if I’m doing this right, but I want to try. I want to give him the same pleasure he gave me last night.
I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock. It’s warm and heavy in my hand, growing harder the moment I touch it. I lean in and press a soft kiss to the tip, then lick a slow stripe from base to head, tasting the faint salt of his skin. Eli stirs but doesn’twake. I open my mouth and take the head inside, swirling my tongue around it experimentally.
A low groan rumbles from his chest. His hips twitch. Encouraged, I take him deeper, sucking gently. I have no rhythm yet, just instinct and the desire to please him. I bob my head slowly, hollowing my cheeks, trying to take more of him.
Eli’s hand slides into my hair. His eyes flutter open, dark and heavy with sleep and lust.
“Fuck, Daisy,” he rasps, voice gravel-rough. “Waking me up with that pretty mouth. Such a good girl.” He tightens his grip in my hair, not forcing, but guiding. His hips lift, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I moan around him, the vibration making him groan louder. “That’s it. Suck Daddy’s cock. Just like that. Look at you, taking me so well even though you’ve never done this before. My sweet little virgin learning how to please me.”
His dirty words send a rush of heat between my legs. I suck harder, moving faster, one hand stroking what I can’t fit in my mouth. He fucks my mouth with shallow thrusts, careful but insistent.
“Fuck, your mouth feels incredible. So hot and wet. You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
I whimper around him, eager now, wanting to taste him, to make him lose control. He groans deep in his chest and holds my head still while he thrusts a little deeper.
“Swallow around me, baby girl. That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing so good for Daddy.”
His praise makes me dizzy with want. A few more thrusts and he stiffens, groaning my name as he comes down my throat. I swallow every drop, licking him clean until he gently pulls me off. He hauls me up his body and kisses me hard, tasting himself on my tongue. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters against my lips. “Come on. Shower. Now.”
He carries me to the bathroom, my legs wrapped around his waist. The water is hot when he turns it on. Steam fills the small space quickly. He sets me on my feet under the spray and kisses me again, deep and possessive, while his hands roam over my wet skin.
I reach for the soap and lather it between my palms, then run my hands over his chest, down his abs, and lower. His cock is already hardening again. He groans when I wrap my soapy fingers around him and stroke slowly.
“Turn around,” he orders.
I face the tiled wall. He presses up behind me, one hand bracing on the wall beside my head, the other sliding between my legs. His fingers find my clit and circle it while his hard cock nudges against my ass.
“You’re soaked,” he growls in my ear. “Still dripping from sucking my cock. You like having my cum in your mouth, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
He slides two fingers inside me, pumping slowly. “Such a dirty girl for me already. I’m going to fuck you right here. Bend over.”
I brace my hands on the wall and arch my back. He lines himself up and pushes in with one smooth thrust. The stretch is perfect. I moan loud, the sound echoing off the tiles.
He sets a steady rhythm, deep and hard, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to rub my clit. Water streams down our bodies, making everything slick and hot.
“Listen to you,” he growls. “Taking my cock so well in the shower. You were made for this. Made for me. Say it.”
“I was made for you,” I moan. “Only for you.”
“That’s my good girl.” His thrusts grow faster, more urgent. “Come for me. Come all over Daddy’s cock while I fuck you.”
The combination of his words, his fingers on my clit, and the deep drag of his cock sends me over the edge. I cry out, walls pulsing around him. He follows right after, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he comes.
We stay like that for a long moment, breathing hard under the hot spray. He kisses the back of my neck, soft and tender now.
“You’re going to kill me,” he murmurs, a smile in his voice. “But what a way to go.”
I laugh breathlessly and lean back against his chest. His arms wrap around me, holding me close while the water continues to fall.
