Page 30 of Slippery When Wet
“I know.” Her brows bunched, but I ignored the way I’d put my foot in my mouth. “I like being the one you don’t hide from. The one you’re the most authentic version of Abby with you possibly can be because you know you’re safe and cherished. No matter what.”
“No matter what?” she repeated. I nodded slowly. “And the daddy/princess stuff?”
“Does it feel right to you? Because if you hate it, if it turns you off, I’ll stop.” And I would.
“I’ve read books about it and, umm…” Her eyes dropped to my mouth and then returned to my gaze. “I’ve always liked it. The whole… dynamic.” Thank fuck.
“Good,” I growled. Then I kissed her. Hard.
We made out in the water while floating around naked and close together. My hands roamed but didn’t explore. Not the way I was dying to. I was going to take things as slow as possible, and when things got too hot and heavy, I tried to break the kiss, but the little brat came back and pulled my bottom lip into her mouth and tugged at it. I groaned and lost my head.
“Abby,” I growled, trying to warn her, but it turned out my girl could be feisty. And fuck me, I loved it.
Her tongue tangled with mine before her lips found my neck. My hands clenched her plump ass cheeks. She wiggled in my hold and, lost in the moment, I let her drop a little. Abby’s warm folds wrapped around the bottom of my shaft as she slid up and down against my cock.
“Abby.”
“Please,” she whispered. “I want you.”
“But—" I swallowed hard, trying to think of all the reasons I needed to keep things in the slow lane but having a fucking hard time remembering.
“Please.”
“You’re a virgin, princess,” I muttered roughly, but it didn’t stop our mouths. They found one another, and she whimpered so damn sweetly my cock leaked a droplet of cum.
“I want you to be my first, Daddy. Please.” She pulled away. Her dark eyes silently begged me to give her what she was pleading for. “Please?”
“I take you, there is no turning back,” I harshly warned.
“Okay,” she agreed easily.
“I’m serious, Abby. You give me you, I don’t care that this is just starting out between us. I won’t give a shit. You’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours. There won’t be any turning back or sorry, this didn’t work. That’s it. Game over.”
“Daddy?”
“I’m serious.” I was fucking everything up. She opened and shut her mouth. I was still sane enough with the thin thread of self-control I was holding on to, to read her sliver of hesitation.
So, I kissed her. Abby’s little body wiggled against me while I held on to her curves and walked to the edge of the pool.
“Oh.” Her soft sigh made me hungry to squeeze out every possible sound from her. My mouth found her neck, and I breathed in her scent. She tasted like sunshine and honey and all mine.
I wasn’t going to claim her. Not completely. But I sure as fuck was going to make her see stars.
I was going to do anything and everything to make her as addicted to me as I was to her. I wanted her to crave me and my touch and the things I‘d make her feel. Abby would never want for anything or anyone else.
Our mouths fused and tongues explored. I couldn’t get enough. Then the little brat started to wiggle and rub against me. Lining us up closer, almost perfectly. I was tempted to take her. I didn’t want anything more than to sink into her tight snatch and bury myself so deep we wouldn’t know where I ended and she began.
“Little girl,” I warned, and she purred with need. She liked when I talked dirty to her. For a virgin, my sweet princess wasn’t shy. And knowing her, the cautious way she lived, I loved that she felt comfortable to just be with me.
Abby’s hips picked up speed, enveloping my cock with her pussy lips. I groaned. She was so fucking warm. Slippery wet in the pool water. I could make out her slick heat. With every roll and grind of her hips, she drove me closer and closer to the brink of no return.
But we couldn’t go there.
Not yet.
Not in the pool.
Not for her first time.