Page 31 of Slippery When Wet

I’d be damned if I didn’t make it special for her. Determined to make her feel good, I stepped back and lifted her up onto the edge of the pool, loving the way her curves felt in my hands.

Those gorgeous eyes that had haunted my every waking moment looked surprised. “You could have hurt yourself!” she gasped.

“You saying I’m weak?”

“No, but I’m?—"

“Don’t go there,” I warned. “I won’t warn you again,” I promised. The next time she tried to put herself down, I wouldn't give a shit where we were or who was around. I’d flip her onto my lap and spank her until those perfect cheeks wore my handprint, and she’d stay there until she told me ten things about herself she liked.

“But—" she started to say, but I shot her a look that made her think twice about arguing with me. My hands stroked the tops of her thighs, and I licked my lips.

“Every inch of you, and I mean every inch of you, Abby, is fucking perfection.” Her breasts jiggled with the sharp intake of air she took. “I’m serious.” Her lips parted. “Now open for me.” I tapped the tops her knees.

“But…” She didn’t immediately do my bidding. No, my shy, incredibly cautious princess might have been aching to let loose and learn how to live out loud and wild, but she was still her.

And I fucking loved that.

Abby glanced around the backyard, like she was afraid someone would magically appear and see her. As if I would ever put her at risk.

“Abby, I’m not going to repeat myself, princess. Open these pretty thighs for me.” When those dark pools connected with mine, she did like she’d been asked.

Without taking my eyes off hers, I moved between her thighs and dropped my head to kiss the top of her right knee. Then her left. All while soaking in every soft little gasp.

“You still with me?” I asked and watched her nod with enthusiasm. “I need the words, baby.”

“I’m still with you.”

“With whom?”

“I’m still with you, Daddy.” My cock jerked in the water, but the motherfucker was going to have to wait.

“Good girl,” I praised. “Open wider. Daddy’s hungry.”

“Abel, I’ve never…” She paused, and I righted my body. From where I stood and how she sat, we were at eyes level.

“You wanna change your mind?—"

“That’s not it.” She shook her head. Her tongue poked out and licked that top lip of hers, leaving it shiny for me under the sun. “I didn’t shave,” she blurted, and my lips twitched.

“I saw, baby, and I fucking like it. I think you felt just how much.”

“And, umm, I’m not sure how I’ll taste, and I’ve never done this and—“ I could see the anxiety start to build within her and did the first thing that came to mind.

I kissed her.

Softly.

Unrushed.

Slowly building back her confidence while I held on to every thin thread of self-control I could grasp. If all we did was skinny dip and make out, I was fine with that. My dick might have wanted a hell of a lot more, but this wasn’t about a quick release.

This was the daddy side of me finally taking care of his baby girl in every single way possible.

Even if it gave me blue balls. I’d suffer for the rest of my life if it meant having her in my arms. When the kiss broke, it was because she’d pulled away.

“Abby?” I questioned, wondering what she was thinking. I noticed that look in her eyes. I’d seen it when she started taking her clothes off. That courage, her bravery.

“Please,” she breathed. Her hands on my face felt fucking incredible. I loved her touch. The way she stroked my face.