Page 30 of Off Limits Daddies
"This is insane," she gasps as I kiss down her neck. "We're going to regret this."
"Probably." I find the zipper of her sundress and pull it down slowly. "But I'm done being patient."
The dress pools at her feet and I step back to look at her. She's wearing simple white cotton underwear and a matching bra, nothing fancy, but it works for her. Hell, a potato sack would work for her. Her breasts are full and perfect, straining against the cotton, just begging for my hands and mouth. Her legs are long and toned and I can almost feel them wrapped around my waist.
"You're staring," she says, her voice breathless.
"I'm memorizing." I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. "In case you come to your senses and kick me out."
Her eyes roam over my chest, and I see the heat flare in them. I've kept myself in shape, hitting the gym most mornings before work. The appreciation in her gaze makes me feel twenty years younger.
"Your turn to stare?" I ask with a slight smile.
"Maybe." She reaches out and traces the muscles of my chest with one finger, sending shockwaves throughout my body. "You've ... you look good, Jack."
"So do you." I capture her hand and bring it to my lips. "Better than good. You're stunning."
I walk her backward toward the bedroom, kissing her the whole way. We leave a trail of clothes behind us. My pants. Her bra. My boxers. Her panties. By the time we reach her bed, we're both naked and breathing hard.
I lay her down on the mattress and cover her body with mine. She wraps her legs around my waist, just as I've been wanting, and pulls me closer. The feel of her skin against mine is almost my undoing, and we haven't even got to the good stuff yet!
"Jack," she whispers, her hands sliding down my back. "Please."
I don't make her wait. I push inside her slowly, watching her face as she adjusts to me. Her eyes flutter closed, and her mouth falls open in a silent gasp. She's tight and wet and perfect.
Despite my almost desperate need, I move, slow and deep, and she matches my rhythm. Her nails dig into my shoulders as the pleasure builds. I'm amazed at how quickly the passion consumes us. If I don't get some damn control, this is going to be over before we even started.
"That's it," I murmur against her ear. "Let go for me, Mia. I want to feel you come apart."
She shatters with a cry, her body clenching around me. Her inner muscles grip my dick, pulsing around it, milking me. A low growl escapes me as I realize I can't hold back anymore. She feels too fucking good. I pump into her faster, harder, deeper, then one last time as my orgasm hits me full force.
"Christ, Mia!" I gasp, lying atop her but leaning on my elbows so I don't crush her. I can hardly talk through my harsh breathing and racing heart.
She chuckles, but the sound is breathless. After placing a quick kiss on the tip of her nose, I roll off to the side, onto my back. My hand flops onto my chest as I work to control my breathing.
After a few minutes, I pull her close, tucking her against my side. She fits perfectly, like she was made for this spot.
My fingers find the delicate necklace she always wears. Two small birthstones on a gold chain.
"What do these mean?" I trace the stones gently. "Whose birthdays?"
She tenses immediately, her body going rigid against mine. "It's nothing. Just something I like."
"Mia." I tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me. "Talk to me. What are you hiding?"
"I'm not hiding anything." But her voice is too defensive, too quick.
"You're lying." I study her face, seeing the fear and guilt there. "You've been lying since you came back. About why you left. About where you've been. About these birthstones."
She pulls away slightly, wrapping the sheet around herself. "Jack, please. Don't push this."
"Why not? What are you so afraid of?"
"Everything." The word bursts out of her. "I'm afraid of everything, okay? I'm afraid of what people will think. I'm afraid of losing my job. I'm afraid of hurting my father. I'm afraid of..." She trails off, shaking her head.
"Of what?" I reach for her hand. "Tell me."
"Of this." She gestures between us. "Of you. Of how much I still feel for you after all these years. It terrifies me, Jack."
