Page 32 of Single Daddy Scot
‘I’ve never seen a body like this,’ she continues, her eyes flicking up to my face now and again. Though, for the most part, she keeps her gaze where she touches, her fingers a mixture of strokes and deft teasing. ‘Not this close, anyway.’
‘You can get as close as you like.’ My reply is little more than a rasp as I try to hold back and let her set the pace.
‘It’s unreal,’ she whispers, her palms tentatively flat on my chest again. ‘It’s all unreal. Like a dream.’ Her chocolate eyes stare up at me beseechingly.Because it has to be.
I swallow deeply, following her meaning, this connection between us suddenly tangible—because that was a permission of sorts. A direction.
‘Unreal,’ I repeat, raising my hand to her cheek. ‘However you need it to be.’
Her eyelashes flutter as she slides both hands over my chest, down the ridges of my abs, feeding them farther and under the waistband of my shorts, my strangled grunt hitting the air pure animal.
‘You’re driving me crazy,’ I grate out as her fingers skim my happy trail, avoiding the place I need her touch most.
‘What should I do?’ she whispers shyly. ‘Tell me where you need me.’
I don’t give her time to ask any more questions as I pull her to me, wrap my arms around her, and cover her mouth with mine. I kiss her hard, fucking her mouth with my tongue until she’s mewling into my mouth. Kiss her until, one hand on my stiff cock, she’s shucking me out of my shorts.
As they fall to the floor, she pulls her mouth from mine, her gaze heading south.
‘Oh, my.’ I can’t see her expression but sense her swallow. Feel her nervousness.
‘You’ve stopped touching me, darlin’.’ She doesn’t reply but keeps shaking her downturned head. So I help her, taking her hand in mine and wrapping it around my cock.
I set the rhythm, a little awkwardly, but what do I care so long as her hands are on me.
‘Like this?’ she asks tentatively, tightening her fingers and working her hand a little harder, a little faster.
‘Yeah.’ My head falls back, and my hand falls away.
My heart thumps solidly as I watch her avid expression flicking from where she works me to my face. And as her tongue darts out to lick her lips, I imagine what it would feel like to have something other than my tongue in her mouth. Those plump lips wrapped around my cock, her head moving and her tongue flicking. I’d hold her hair tight in my fingers, sliding myself in and out of her hot, wet mouth.
‘Fuck!’ I buck into her, her fast breaths matching my own before she suddenly drops to her knees in front of me. ‘Ungh.’ I close my eyes and tilt back my head, the sight of her naked and kneeling has me at the risk of embarrassing myself.
Her mouth is hot and wet and fucking sublime. She works my head and frenulum as if I’m ice cream—and the best fucking thing she’s ever tasted. Her lashes dark half-moons against her flushed cheeks, and as she takes me to the back of her throat, holding me there in the hot channel, I almost come on the spot.
I can’t believe I’m doing it as I slide my hand under her elbow, encouraging her to stand.
‘I want to taste you.’ My tone is pure gravel, my need real as I turn her, pushing her back up against the wall where I just was. I lick the elegant column of her neck, suck and nuzzle every inch of her with my lips and flicking tongue.
Ella gasps and whispers my name when I alternate softness with a little pain as I reach her nipples. A nip of teeth, a brush of stubble, as my mouth passes to savour one breast then the other. As I pull pack, her hands seek my head, urging me back into place and confirming my suspicions. She might like a little slap with her tickle, a thought that sends a surge of heat from my toes to the base of my spine.
‘Please... I need... ’
‘What do you need, darlin’?’
‘Please, touch me.’
‘Like this?’ I whisper, placing the heel of my palm between her legs, rotating it slowly.
Her back arches, and her mouth opens in a silent plea.
‘Or like this?’ I slide down her body, hooking her knee over my shoulder.
‘Oh, God,’ she squeaks, her nails scraping the wall behind her. ‘You can’t mean to—’
‘Eat you out?’ Like that’s even a proper question. ‘Or fuck you with my tongue?’
Her skin is soft and slick as I kiss her, just once, as I would her mouth. Tongue her. Slide my fingers along that glorious pink ribbon of flesh.
