Cynthia shakes her head, and I can tell she’s in utter shock. I chuckle. This night has been a bit of a roller coaster for the both of us.
“I’ll have to study and go to class and do all these things, all while pregnant,” she says.
“It will be difficult, but you’ll be up to it,” I say. “And if you’re not, I’ll be here to support you. I’m not gonna let you go now, do you understand that?”
Tears well in her eyes. “I can’t stop crying tonight.”
“These are happy tears though, right?” I ask.
She nods and kisses me then, her salty tears dripping onto my face. I laugh and wipe away some of the liquid from her cheeks with my thumb. Cynthia squirms in my lap until she’s straddling me, and the kisses take on a more urgent feel. She wants me, I can tell. She wants to find a release after a tumultuous night, and I’m more than happy to give her that.
“Cynthia.” I move my lips from her lips and drag them across her neck, savoring the way she moans. “Tell me what you want.”
“I just want you,” Cynthia says. “I want you to make me feel good.”
I hum with anticipation and slide my hands beneath her soft pajama shirt, caressing her bare skin.
Cynthia pulls away and gives me a wicked grin. “You owe me, after you lost your cool in the driveway.”
“Oh, really?” move my hands to her back and draw her even closer. “I just got so angry because you were misbehaving.”
“No, I wasn’t,” Cynthia says. “I just went to a party.”
Her eyes go all big and innocent, and I know we’re playing now. We’ve gotten good at it the past few weeks. We’ve learned to read each other and fall seamlessly into the sexy game.
“You were trying to forget about me.” I shake my head in mock disappointment. “You were a very bad girl to do that.”
The tip of Cynthia’s tongue flicks as she licks her lip. “I wasn’t trying to be bad, Nate.”
I grip her bottom in my hands and stand up. Cynthia instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. I stride to the bedroom and set her down on the bed.
She blinks her massive blue eyes up at me.
“I wasn’t trying to misbehave,” she says. “But you can still punish me, Daddy.”
She rolls over onto her stomach, presenting her perfectly round behind for me. When she looks over her shoulder and meets my gaze, my erection throbs, it’s so sexy.
I reach down and grip her butt cheek. “You did apologize, so I won’t punish you that much. Just a little.”
“Alright, Daddy.”
I massage her once and then give her a light playful spank. Nothing too hard.
“Let me think,” I say. “I want you to remember never to try and run away again.”
“I won’t, Daddy,” Cytnhia gasps. “I promise, I’ll be a good girl.”
A slow grin spreads across my face as I look down at the woman I’m going to love forever.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Cynthia
After the emotional tornado of a night, it feels so good to just let go and feel good. And nothing makes me feel better than Nate touching me all over while I call him Daddy.
This is our secret world, but it’s also how I know I trust and love him. Our connection started with raw sexual chemistry, and then it grew into something so much more. And soon we’ll be our own little family.
But for now, I just want to feel close to him.
Nate gives me another two light spanks, nothing too hard but just enough to send tingles all through me.
Then he steps away and stands still.
“Get off the bed,” he says.
I roll onto my bottom and scoot off the edge of the bed.
Nate cocks his head and gives me a sly grin. “Now, strip.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I feel myself growing more aroused by the second. Just saying the word “daddy” turns me on so much. I reach up and pull my pajama top over my head. Without hesitating, I grab my pants and push them down, along with my underwear.
In a matter of seconds, I’m standing before Nate completely naked.
“Very good,” he says.
His eyes rove over my body. He knows I love it when he does that. I like to feel his admiration. It makes me feel comfortable admiring his physique as well.
I run my fingers through my dark tresses and play with the ends that fall over my chest. I let my hand drift over the swell of my breast. Then I pause to brush my nipple with my thumb. Nate follows the movement with sharp eyes, as if he’s a hunter stalking his prey. I cup my full breast and push it upwards, squeezing every so gently.
“Are you hard, Daddy?” I ask.
“You know I am,” Nate says.
I beam up at him, ridiculously pleased that I’ve learned what turns him on. I pay some attention to my other breast, fiddling with the nipple and giving it little squeezes.
I then let my hands wander languidly about my body. I drift my fingers down over my stomach, then to my hips. I dip one finger delicately between my legs and sigh.
“Daddy, I’m so wet for you,” I murmur.
Nate’s face is dark with desire. I can tell he’s so close to losing control and just grabbing me himself. But he wants to keep giving me a few orders, I can tell.
“What should I do next, Daddy?” I ask.
“My clothes need to be removed,” Nate says. “Take them off.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I step forward and grab his shirt. I lift it up over his head. While I do so, I stand on my tiptoes and sway my hips. I’m not quite grinding against his crotch, but I’m gently
