"You know what you're doing to me, don't you?"
She bites her lip, trying to contain her smile. "Am I really doing that much?"
Yes. God, yes. Especially when all I want to do is suffocate myself between her thighs and never come up for air.
I don't answer. Instead, I lower my head again and show her.
Her clit is swollen now, sensitive, and every lick makes her tremble. I wrap my lips around her and suck gently, and she's gone. Her eyes screw shut, and her thighs start shaking around my ears before she’s bowing off the couch with her jaw shut tight.
She comes silently. Traps the whole thing behind her teeth while I drink her down like a man dying of thirst.
When I finally pull back, my chin is glistening. I don't bother wiping it off.
I get to my feet, unsteady. My knees feel like jelly. My heart is pounding somewhere in my throat, and I’m the most lightheaded I’ve ever been.
She notices the bulge in my jeans. Of course she does. Her eyes drop, linger, and then her hand is reaching out before I can tell her she doesn't have to do anything. That this was more than enough to satisfy me.
"You don't—"
But the thought's already gone because she's already unbuttoning my jeans.
Her fingers are clumsy, shy, but she gets the zipper down and slips her hand inside. When her fingers wrap around me, I hiss through my teeth like I've been burned as she draws my cock out with ease.
Holy shit.
She licks her lips, staring down at what she's holding. "I've wondered what you look like," she admits quietly. Unable to tell if her flush is from embarrassment or her orgasm, she strokes me once like she’s trying to test the weight of me against her palm.
Or, maybe she’s trying to see how long I can last while looking at me in the way she is. Only a couple of pumps if I'm lucky.
I groan deep in the back of my throat. "That's all you've wondered?"
She shakes her head. Her chest heaves, and I don’t miss how quick her breathing is. Almost as quickly as when she was coming against my tongue.
"I've thought about you inside of me." She bites her lip and squirms like the thought alone is turning her on again.
Fuck me. I'm not going to last. Not with her talking like that. Not with her hand wrapped around me, stroking slowly and curiously.
"Penny." I can barely trust my voice at this point. "If you want that, you've got to let me go. I'm not going to survive—" I swallow hard. "Not with this view. Not with your mouth. Not with your pussy right there tempting me."
She pauses, considering her different options before releasing me from her grip.
I crash down on the couch and haul her onto my lap before she can change her mind. She straddles me, thighs bracketing my hips, and suddenly she's right there—bare, beautiful, blushing because of how much I can see of her.
She's perfect.
"No matter how much time passes," I murmur, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip, "I'll never get tired of a view like this."
Her chest heaves. “Never?”
I shake my head and smile softly. Leaning forward, I capture her chin. “Never.”
Murmuring the reassurance, I kiss her again, ready to prove it to her just how bad I’ve got it.
thirteen
Penny
As much as I love my daughter, after I had her, I became a bit self-conscious about my body. As things started to change in my relationship, I found myself blaming myself more than looking at the bigger picture, and I realized I was overthinking the entire thing. After all that time, the damage was done.
