Page 40 of Slippery When Wet

“Since my accident?” I asked because that would have made sense. All the times I thought we had randomly been at the same place at the same time.

“Before that,” he admitted without a gram of shame. “One time, that was all it took. I’d been living here a year and some change, and boom. One day, you were there. Saw you one time, and you set fire to my heart. Brought me to life. I tried to stay away.” My lips parted when he teased my folds. One of his hands moved to hold my neck in place, his thumb resting on my pulse point.

“You were so young. So fucking innocent and shy. But this part of me, my daddy side, needed to watch over you. I learned your schedule.” My skin broke out into goose bumps. My face heated up. “Loved you from afar, baby. Then that night… I didn’t want you to feel like you owed me shit. So, I stayed away, but it didn’t work. Saw how you were trying so hard to get over what happened, and daddy couldn’t stay away and let you do it alone anymore.” His finger dipped inside of me, and I moaned.

They said the truth set you free, and hearing him tell me what happened, how much he’d cared, how well he had got to know me from just watching me shattered whatever walls I might have still been holding on to. And just like that, I felt like I was freefalling, flying through waves of bliss and euphoria only daddy could make me feel. One finger turned into two and then, before I knew it, he had lifted me and lined us up perfectly. Backwards, our eyes locked on one another through the mirror, I rode him. Meeting him thrust for thrust while he held on to my throat.

“Fucking mine,” he rumbled, his eyes darkened while his hips pistoned into me. “Todita mia, all mine.” His hands gripped my hips, and my lips parted

“Always,” I moaned. "Always yours. ¡Solo tuya!” I cried out.

“You like that? You like how daddy’s so fucking obsessed with you he couldn’t stay away?”

“Yes!” I cried out.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“I’m yours, only yours.” I wasn’t lying. I was his. I didn’t care that he’d been watching me. I loved that my hazy memories of that night had been right.

It’d been him.

Abel.

My daddy.

My man.

His big hand combed my hair and wrapped my dark tresses around his wrist. With so much control yet tenderness, he pulled my hair back, forcing my cheek to rest against his. His lips on my throat, his tongue licked the shell of my ear.

“All mine. You understand, baby? All of you is mine.”

“Yes!” I hissed, squeezing his impossibly hard shaft tighter inside of me. I loved this position. It was something we hadn't tried yet, and I was glad it had been put off till this moment. I loved how he surrounded me.

“Every one of your firsts is mine. Your firsts and lasts. All mine.” His thrusts became erratic, almost punishing.

“Everything is yours,” I surrendered easily.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “I love you, Abby. Fucking love you so much.”

We hadn’t said the words yet.

I had been terrified of slipping up and scaring him away, but like anything with Abel, I shouldn’t have worried. He always made things more than right; they were perfect.

“Daddy loves you so fucking much.” His thrusts turned almost savage. And I loved it. I loved him.

“I love you!” I cried out. It wasn’t a sweet, romantic moment, but I wouldn’t have changed a thing. Before I could exhale, daddy flipped me over. I loved how he moved me around like his very own doll.

“Good fucking girl. I love you, princess.” Our lips crashed together. Our teeth scraped. It wasn’t graceful. It was wet and messy and slippery. I rode him hard and fast. Meeting every thrust, our bodies completely in sync.

“Abel. Daddy!”

“Fuck! Give it to me, now! Come with me, princess!” His demands matched the way his body fucked me. Loved me.

“Oh god!” And just like that, I felt him. Just as I went over the edge and my orgasm towed me under a wave of pleasure, we flew together. Coming simultaneously. My body slumped over his, but I didn’t have to worry.

Not with Abel. He always had me. Even before I’d known it. We held on until long after our breath had evened.

“I love you, Abby. I wasn’t kidding,” he reassured me. I smiled against his skin.