“Hey, I got you,” I whispered in her ear.
“I know. Thank you. For everything.”
My arm was wrapped around her little waist, my hand tucked under her. I didn’t move. She felt too good and I didn’t trust myself to touch her other than how I was holding her now.
“Sonny?”
“Hmm?”
“You were right.”
I closed my eyes for a second, hating the defeat I heard in those words. It was never a pleasant thing when one came to the conclusion that not all that glittered was gold.
She went on. “What do you think happened to those girls before they escaped? That was what they were doing, right? Would they have done that to me? To Paula and May? The others?” She started to shake and I held her closer.
“I don’t know, Daisy. I just know I didn’t like that place from the very start.”
She wiggled, turning her head to look up at me. Her eyes, in the darkened room with only the light from the window, looked like twin moons. “You didn’t? Why didn’t you say anything?”
I smirked. “Me, an old, ex-military man who you called a fuddy-duddy, who had a jaded outlook on utopian living?”
She laughed. “Guess you’re right. I probably wouldn’t have listened.”
I kissed her forehead, glad to see her light shining again. “Exactly. Instead, I kept my eyes open, observed, and made sure you were always where I could see you.”
“Really?”
I nodded. “Really.”
She looked at my mouth then, and I felt her breathing quicken. “Sonny?”
My voice hoarse, I answered, “Yes, baby?”
“Will you kiss me?”
Breathless, I touched my lips to hers. She was soft, warm, like a summertime peach. Her lips parted and I slowly explored her wet mouth with my tongue, tasting her tenderly.
When her hand came between us to clutch at my shirt, she deepened the kiss, and I made a low sound in my throat. Christ, she tasted good.
She pulled away, her little pants of breath touching my face. “Touch me, Sonny.”
I swallowed, looking in her eyes, reading the desire I saw there. Was she ready for me? Ready for this?
As if sensing my hesitation, she grinned seductively. “It’s alright. I want you to, Sonny.” She coyly bit her bottom lip. “So, so bad.”
That was when my control loosened. I rolled her over onto her back, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. I dropped my mouth to hers, devouring her as she softly moaned, writhing, and arching her back. Her legs moved under me, escaping, only to wrap around my hips, bringing me in wonderous contact with her pussy.
Releasing her mouth, my hands found her face, cupping her like the dearest treasure. Her lips were swollen from my kisses. Her eyes bright but heavy with lust. God, she was beautiful.
When she brought her hands to mine, she pulled them gently away, then began tugging at her nightshirt. I took the hint and sat up to give her room. The shirt went flying past my head, landing somewhere on the floor.
“Touch me, Sonny. Please, I’m burning up.” She placed my hands on her silky-smooth breasts and sighed.
Leaning down, I cupped them, then took a perfect nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue before sucking the firm peak hard.
“Oh, God.” Her hand went to my hair, pulling, then combing through it, then pulling the strands again. I switched to the other nipple, all the time molding her breasts in my big hands. She ground her pelvis into me, and when she felt my hardness, she moaned again.
Not wanting to lose a second, I pulled the rest of the covers off us and took off my shirt and pants, my lips not leaving hers unless they had to. We were breathing so hard I thought we’d wake the whole motel.
I broke the kiss and sat back, naked, looking down at her beautiful body, then up to her face. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes.” She gazed at my chest, then down to where my dick was at full mast. Her eyes widened at what she saw. Tentatively, she reached out and touched me. My dick jumped at the contact as I gave her time to explore to her heart’s content. I was a patient man.
“It’s so… silky yet hard.” Her fingers went around the girth of me, applying just enough pressure to drive me out of my goddamn mind. “So smooth, so warm.” Then she looked into my eyes. “Are you sure it will fit?”
Coherent thought was nowhere to be found as I wondered what the hell she was talking about, but then I chuckled. “Oh, it will fit.” I touched her cheek with the back of my hand. “But I promise to be gentle. We’ll go slow.”
“Okay.” Her thumb pressed the head of my dick, then swirled around the pre-cum that was there. “Oh! It… uh, does that so early?”
I rasped out a curse. “Sure does.”
“Huh.” Curious, she put that thumb to her tongue and tasted. “Mmm. Buttery. Salty.”
Jesus Christ, this girl.
I couldn’t wait any longer or I’d die. I scooted over and took off her underwear, putting them aside. She whimpered when my finger found her hot, creamy wetness. I pulled some of that cream up to her clit and circled my finger around the swollen nub. Daisy moaned.
I kissed her knees as I gently spread her legs open with my other hand. “That’s right, baby. So wet, so sweet. Feel good?”
“Feels so good.” She was lost, her eyes locked onto what my fingers were doing between her legs.
Wanting to taste her more than anything in my life, I pushed her knees to her chest and scooted my body down the bed, lifting her ass with my hands to hold her in place as I lowered my mouth to that glorious pussy of hers. I held her tight as I kept her lifted, feeling the tremors arrest
