“Did you like it that night, daddy?”
“So fucking much. You have no idea how many times I thought about it since, sweet girl.” The wet heat of her pussy is making me ache with the need to be inside her but I just watch her, enraptured. Her breath is hot against my mouth and there’s a look of sweet supplication in her eyes that I remember so well. I have a strong urge to push her down on the couch, to get my mouth on her, to make her come myself, to take control, but I make myself keep still. We’ve both waited three years for the culmination of this moment.
The movements of her hips become small and rapid and the pressure of her sex against my cock is driving me crazy. Her fingers clench my shoulders, her cries coming short and fast. Come for me sweet girl, I urge silently, drinking in the needful look in her eyes. Show me what I’ve dreamt of so many times.
Isabeau’s body flexes against me and her head tips back as she comes. She’s like a swan, her neck elongated as she flies high.
“Good girl,” I say roughly, feeling her sex pulse against me through my trousers. Her pussy is so strong and responsive and the ache to bury myself inside her surges afresh.
When Isabeau comes back to me she presses panting kisses to my mouth. “I wanted to do that for so long. I love rubbing against you and…and showing you and…” She looks down into my lap and strokes her fingers along the hard rod of my cock. Then she looks up at me, uncertain. “Can I touch you?”
I nod, and watch, barely breathing, as she undoes my belt and zipper and tugs my length free. She strokes my cock gently with her fingers.
“How do I feel, baby?”
She blushes and lowers her eyes, her lips curving into a smile. “You feel…hot and stiff. Soft, too. I like the way your breath catches as I touch you.” She trails her fingers down my length, the fingers I’ve seen so often playing her cello. “I like the veins,” she whispers, curling her hand around me and squeezing. “I like how thick you are.”
Isabeau strokes me up and down and it’s sweet torture, the way she’s touching me.
“Daddy, I want you properly.”
If it hadn’t all gone to hell that night maybe this is how it would have played out. Tight, delicious lovemaking with Isabeau on the couch. But I would have felt terrible in the morning, knowing that she hadn’t been ready for this.
She’s ready for it now.
Isabeau unbuttons my shirt and I watch her, letting her lead, wanting her to feel safe, unpressured, trying to hide how urgently I want her. I can feel her growing confidence in the way she’s touching me, how she pushes my shirt back from my shoulders. I might like to be in charge but sometimes it’s even better to sit back and let someone show you what they need. I’m learning Isabeau inside and out.
I reach down without moving her off me and fumble inside my cabin bag for a condom, and she helps me roll it on. When she squeezes her fingers around me I groan, needing more of that tightness. I glance at the bed and then back at her, but she shakes her head.
“Here. I want it to be here.” She wants to know what it would have been like with me that night. I’m not her first, but I’m her first who counts.
I put one hand on her hip and wrap the other around the base of my cock, keeping myself steady as she raises herself up on her knees and then slides against my cock. She fumbles back and forth a little, thoroughly wetting the head of my cock. I feel myself slide into place against her and pull her down. She gives a few inches and cries out, her eyes going wide. I wait, giving her time to adjust, to work herself back and forth on me. She feels like fucking heaven I don’t want to wait but I have to, and I make my hand unclench on her hip.
She rests her elbows on my shoulders and bears down, whimpering, trying to force herself around me.
“Easy. Take your time, baby.” Isabeau works me deeper into her tight, wet heat with her tentative movements. My eyes run over her naked body, her full breasts with their pink nipples, the curve of her hips. I let go of my cock and wrap my hand around her throat, holding lightly but firmly, feeling her pulse thrum beneath my fingers. I grit my teeth, making myself hold still when all I want to do is push her onto her back and thrust into her hard, over and over.