“My favourite colour is navy blue. I can’t remember the last time I had time to read a book. When I was five, I wanted to be an astronaut. I hate brussel sprouts, and one day, I want to learn how to sail. When I have time. Oh, and I’m allergic to bee stings. I almost died when I was eight.”
Her eyes go wide. “You almost died?”
“I was playing in the park and got stung on my hand. My mom had to rush me to the hospital.”
“You both must’ve been so scared.”
“I’m sure she was. I don’t remember it that well, honestly. After that, I always carried an Epi-pen with me.”
“Are your parents still living?” she asks, reminding me that I’m a million years older than her.
“My mom, yes. She lives in Niagara-on-the-Lake in a retirement community. My dad passed about five years ago.”
She gives me a squeeze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take the conversation in a maudlin direction.”
I shoot her a reassuring smile. “You didn’t. You can ask me anything, always, Cammie. I have no secrets from you. Not now that you know how much I’ve wanted you.”
We stare at each other for several long seconds, basking in this. Us. And right now, it doesn’t matter that our relationship is taboo, scandalous, shocking, probably a gray area when it comes to morals.
She’s the only thing that matters.
Eleven
Jacob
“Would you like a bath, darling?” I ask, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
“Mmm, yes please,” she says, stretching out against me. “Especially if you join me.”
I kiss down her neck, across her shoulder, back to her collarbone. She’s so sweet, so delicious that I can’t seem to stop.
“Of course,” I say, giving her neck a gentle suck before somehow pulling myself away. I roll out of bed and pad into the adjoining bathroom, with its walk-in shower and massive soaker tub, easily big enough to hold both of us. I turn on the water, carefully adjusting the temperature until it’s pleasantly warm but not scalding. Through the windows I can see the sunrise scattering pink and gold light over the city. As the tub fills, I watch the way the light plays against the endless glass of the Toronto skyline, turning when I hear footsteps behind me.
Camryn’s standing there, completely naked and fully on display. I enjoyed getting to know her body last night, in the darkness with the storm cocooning us away from the world, butseeing her in the early morning sunshine, completely exposed, is something else entirely.
She’s like a work of art, her curves something that belong in a museum. I can’t stop myself from palming my dick, and her eyes track the movement. She’s taking me in too, so I drop my hand and let her look.
“I can’t believe that fit inside me,” she says with a blush and a giggle as she stares at my hard cock. I close the distance between us, pulling her into my arms. My cock presses against her soft stomach as I weave my hands into her tangled hair.
“You took me so well, Cammie. You were perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
She bites her lip as she smiles up at me. “I still have a lot to learn.”
I kiss her forehead. “Good thing you have a very patient and thorough teacher.” I can’t stop myself from lowering my mouth to hers, kissing her softly but deeply, taking my time. The heat simmering between us is different than the intense passion that exploded between us last night. It’s more profound. It’s us, naked and kissing in broad daylight, not hiding in the shadows of a stormy night. It feels solid and permanent.
It feels like a missing puzzle piece clicking into place.
I manage to pull myself away from her to check on the progress of the water flowing into the tub. I kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose, her chin, and then pull away, shutting off the water. Steam curls in the air around us as I take her hand and guide her into the warm water. It sloshes against the sides of the soaker tub as I step in behind her. I help her sink into the water, and the sigh she lets out does something to me. My balls give a little throb, and I know it’s because I get off on taking care of her. Looking after her.
I settle behind her, her blond hair floating on the surface of the water like strands of gold. My hard dick presses intothe small of her back, but I’m not going to fuck her again this morning, as much as I might want to. She’s sore, and right now she needs her Daddy to take care of her.
Her skin is soft and pink, her thighs rubbing against mine. The bathroom is silent, save for the gentle lap of water against the side of the tub and our contented breaths. It’s incredible how natural, how easy this intimacy feels.
How…inevitable.
I reach for a plush wash cloth and lather it up with my expensive body wash, loving that she’s going to smell like me all day. Slowly, I drag the cloth over her shoulders and down her arms, across her breasts, teasing her nipples into pretty little peaks. She shifts against me, soft and pliant as she lets me wash her. I work the cloth down her stomach, across her hips and to her thighs.
“Spread a bit wider for me, darling,” I say, and she does without hesitation. My sweet girl.
