Part 21 (1/2)

”Fat or small, baby, you'd still be beautiful.”

”Yeah right.” She bashfully lowered her gaze.

”No, seriously. You would. And don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. You're a gorgeous girl with a big heart, Chloe. It... pains me to even think about someone else sweeping you off your feet.”

Her head lifted without my aid, and her eyes bore into mine, on the borderline of tears. I swept my thumb across her nimble chin, half-smiling. ”Don't talk like that.” Her voice was faint. ”I...” Her voice broke.

”Chloe,” I murmured. ”We can't deny the truth. It'll f.u.c.k us up if we do. I can't be the one to ruin your life. I want you happy, whether that's with or without me.”

I watched her swallow hard, a habit she did when she was upset, nervous, or bothered by something. ”You're right,” she finally said. Then she met my eyes, switching the subject. ”Do you think I can stay here tonight?”

”I don't see why not.”

She was happy with my response, sinking into my arms. I held my knight snug in my arms. I didn't know how the h.e.l.l I was going to let this go-end this once it was time for her to leave. The thought of it killed me.

It'd only been a few days, but I'd never had so much fun-never felt this much since Janet. Not even Trixie could provide this amount of comfort, a feeling of overwhelming bliss. This was close to how it was with Janet, just as wonderful. Yes, there were ups and downs, but those could be easily overlooked with her presence.

I was glad she wanted to stay. I led her upstairs, somehow entering my bedroom with her in my arms. I placed her down on the edge of the bed and pulled her dress over her head as she tugged on my belt buckle. Once my pants were gone, I leaned forward as she went back, my hands outside her head, face only inches away from hers.

I heard her breath hitch when she felt my hardened c.o.c.k between her legs. Then I remembered... this was where I first took her. Right on this bed. Right above her. But unlike that first time, I was actually paying attention now. I wanted to know what she was thinking and how she felt. I wanted to make this time feel like her first all over again.

So I took my time, trailing soft caresses down her body with my lips, the smooth valleys of her skin running by mine. I continued down, meeting at her yellow panties. They were simple, not lacey, stringy, or extravagant. Just simple. Sometimes simplicity worked best, and right now, it was certainly working. It worked for me because it gave me the satisfaction that she wouldn't expect what was coming. She expected plain vanilla, but I was about to add a scoop of every flavor that ever existed along with a whopping helping of decadent, rich fudge and a cherry to top it off.

Lifting her hips, I tugged her panties down, pulling them from around her ankles once they'd made it down. I moved back up, and she gasped as I kissed between her thighs, back arching for more. I'd already tasted her less than two hours ago, but I was a giving person. She wanted more? She had it.

My tongue started at her c.l.i.t this time, circling and suckling with small nips. ”Ah, Theo,” she breathed, and in the same moment, her back curved again.

”Hold still for me baby.” I pressed my palm to her pubic bone, laying her flat again. ”Let me taste you. I love eating this p.u.s.s.y.” She shuddered beneath the warm breath skimming through her glistening, pink slit. ”I want to see those eyes. Look at me. Watch me.”

Her head lifted, and she glanced down. When she made eye contact with me, I claimed her p.u.s.s.y with my mouth, licking through and through, tongue gliding in and out, running up to the mount with need. She tasted divine. So f.u.c.king amazing.

Her mouth fell open, and the room filled with innocent cries of pleasure. Sounds that drove me f.u.c.king crazy. I wanted to feel her. So badly.

Drawing away, I pulled upward, hovering above her again. The look in her eyes was desperate, full of a want that may never be satisfied. I eased down after taking my boxers away, nervous about how to go about her. I'd f.u.c.ked her roughly so many times before.... s.h.i.+t, this was crazy. I felt like it was my first time again, too. I'd never taken anyone's virginity before Chloe. Janet wasn't even a virgin when I met her.

The tip of my c.o.c.k met at her wet entrance. Her body relaxed beneath me, corresponding with the thickness. ”You didn't tell me you were a virgin when we first made this happen, Chloe,” I murmured, lips skimming the sh.e.l.l of her ear. She trembled, goose b.u.mps crawling along her skin. ”So tonight, I'm taking you like it's the first time again.” My c.o.c.k inched in with the last word. ”Gently. Carefully. Exactly how it should have been.”

The pleasure was clear on her face. She loved when I talked to her. Perhaps there was something about my voice that heated her up enough to milk my c.o.c.k. My voice alone drove her mad.

I inched in with gradual force, our eyes fastened, and she cupped my face, allowing our lips to meet to fulfill the sweet ache. She wanted me to go deeper, but I held back. Fingernails bit into my shoulders, silently begging me to follow through.

And I did.

Finally.

As soon as my pipe filled her in, she moaned my name, as if she'd been waiting all this time to say it. I caught her indulgence, crus.h.i.+ng her lips with ravenous force. I thrust just a little harder, but my strokes were still slow and even. I wanted her to feel it-all of me, like it should have been that very first night.

Her nails went deeper in my skin, our lips still twisted together. We were hungry for each other. Greedy. Our bodies grinded, in sync. I thrust just a little harder, trying my d.a.m.n best not to still or go rigid. I was on the verge of coming, her wet p.u.s.s.y devouring and juicing my c.o.c.k, tightening at all the right moments.

”f.u.c.k,” I breathed. I was so close. So close. But I grew even closer when she brought those supple, pink lips up and swirled her tongue around my pierced nipple. Her tongue flicked the metal, and she sucked just enough to make it taut. ”s.h.i.+t, baby,” I groaned.

She responded to my voice, back bowed, slipping right off the edge with me. And when she came, wailing, ”Oh, G.o.d, yes!” I came with her, going completely empty in that tight, sweet, f.u.c.king p.u.s.s.y. A loud, deep groan volleyed on the walls, the loudest I'd ever heard myself get.

f.u.c.k, she was so tight. And so motherf.u.c.king good.

I collapsed but made sure not to crush her while breathing deep, panting with my mouth on the crook of her neck. She sighed, her entire body going lax beneath me.

”I have something to tell you.” She stroked the edges of my hair.

”What?” I asked.

”You're my best,” she whispered in my ear. I heard the smile in her voice.

I pushed up on one elbow. ”Your best?”

”Yep.”

”See, it's words like that I love hearing from you.” Her giggle was shrill as I kissed the base of her neck. I pulled out and helped her up, figuring she was in just as much need of a shower as I was.

So we showered together. I used the bar soap, helping her with her wash, running it between her full, perky b.r.e.a.s.t.s to the p.u.s.s.y she allowed me to own over and over again. She loved my hands on her and hated when my touch left her.

I still couldn't believe she wanted me so much. Me, a man that was twice her age. A man that she wasn't even supposed to touch her. She knew the consequence behind this affair, the hurt she'd feel once she was around Izzy again.

I was serious about her having a good heart, and I couldn't understand how she continued to sleep with me, treating me like a king. I was Chloe's king- an unruly one but still one she respected and cared for. But I was also unjust and extremely unfair to my beloved daughter.

So much wrong.

So much right.

So much light and darkness, a mixture of both.

There was so much about the way she looked at me, how she didn't look up to me or fear me. She accepted me entirely, as she did herself. A girl full of so much love and pa.s.sion. A girl that shouldn't have been lying in my bed.

She fell asleep on my chest, breathing evenly, and I watched her. The purity was what killed me. She may have thought she wasn't innocent, but to me, she was. I was the one that started this, coming onto her when I was too drunk to care. I lead her on, but we both took this to deeper, darker places.

We ventured into the same blackness I couldn't seem to escape, sinking further and further into the sea. But being under this sea was different. We could breathe, so it was okay. We could feel and touch and move. Nothing held us back, and nothing saw us.

Just like the ocean, our black sea was full of wonders-full of uniqueness and secrecy. It was our place, this vast ocean we lived in. It was for us, and the only way it could have been ruined was if something intruded, messing up the fluidity and transforming it into a menacing typhoon.

Unfortunately, the ocean can also be disturbed and interrupted. Peace doesn't always linger. Happiness doesn't always stick. Freedom doesn't always ring.

Our ocean of black, our tainted mess, would be demolished by the end of summer and nothing would be able to repair it.

It'd been so long since I had anyone sleeping with me in my bed. Three and a half years to be exact. Not even Trixie stayed the night. I always made her go. Our rules.

It felt good waking up next to Chloe, but what was even greater was awaking to her soft, familiar hand running across the tip of my c.o.c.k.

I stirred out of my sleep, but she shushed me, placing her other hand on my chest and gently forcing me to lie back down. I eased back, eyes trained on her before I looked down and calmed myself. Yes, it had been a while since something like this happened so early.

Her hand moved under the comforter, lifting up and down, stroking slow and smooth. My groan was hoa.r.s.e as she put small pecks on my chest with her petal-like lips. Each kiss further aroused me. My morning wood needed to be satisfied.