Our mouths wind around and my fingers tear at her hair, raking, gripping. She moans, arching her back as I steal the very breath from her lungs, then give it back to her as I see fit. I shiver as icy heat travels up my spine, the last of my orgasm wracking my body as her flavor spreads through me.
I savor every second of our binding kiss. Her breath is coming faster now, as our teeth clack together, grinding against each other even as flesh grinds into flesh. I feel her soften into me. Our need is clawing at us both.
I want to be as close to her as possible. I want to feel her body wrap itself around me, giving me the honor of releasing my cum inside her. I’ve never done that before, not with anyone. I saved that for her. For us.
I pull back, watch her eyes close, her mouth still hanging open, tasting the air, gulping breaths. “Are you okay?” A smile, small and real, crests my lips as I look into her innocent face.
“I think so.” She mumbles, her eyes shut tight.
“You should look at me, Caramia.”
“I don’t want to open my eyes. I want this dream to last.”
Her plump, pink lips slowly pull up, not for me but for the thought of me that’s inside her head. That smile has been my muse for so long. Now it’s showing itself to me, and I want to see it every morning, from now until the day I die. When I wake up in the morning with her next to me, it should be there. I don’t want to live another single day without making her smile. I will take care of her in every way.
Before I can answer, reassure her that all this is real, there is a loud buzz from the intercom. It makes us both jump, breaking the moment, her eyes opening wide. The magic dispelled.
“Don’t move, Caramia.” I shift and let my hands fall from her hair, give her a moment to find her feet as I step toward the intercom next to the elevator.
“What?” My voice is sharp, and I immediately regret it. I never show emotion with the staff. It’s a part of my professional image.
Sir James hesitates, his confusion palpable. “Lord Tower...the food you requested is ready. May we bring it up?”
“Are you hungry?” Willow asks from behind me. “Because I ate earlier. Right before we came.” Her face goes red. “Before we left, I mean. To come over here. You didn’t give me a chance to tell you earlier, when you were talking about food.”
She leans against the back of the velvet chair, her arms straight down at her sides, bracing herself there and adjusting her ass up onto the back of the fabric.
I lick my lips, then turn away to whisper into the speaker. I tell James to hold the food and prepare a larger buffet for her friends, then release the button and step back toward her. Her skirt shifts, just above her knees, as she crosses her ankles and brings her ear lower to her shoulder.
“In answer to your question, I am hungry.” I rumble, unbuttoning my tuxedo jacket and stepping back in her direction. I feel the sticky remnants of my orgasm against my still-hard dick. “But not for food. I’m hungry for your cunt, my sweet princess. Your Daddy is going to spread those legs and taste what’s his. Are you ready for that?”
Her mouth drops open, the smile replaced by a look of shock, but her eyes give away the fire in her center. My words ignite something within her that only makes my beast more ravenous.
I’m on her like an animal. Whipping her around her ass in the air, sliding her skirt up the backs of her legs, running my hands up the outsides of her thighs, the heat of her flesh searing my fingertips.
I hear her soft whisper, no more than a warm breath. “Oh my God.” She quivers as my fingertips dig into her hips and I draw her ass back, upward, leaning my body over her until my lips graze her ear.
“Tell Daddy you want his kisses, princess. The kisses he’s been saving just for you. Special kisses that will make you his forever.”
She nods and whimpers as my fingers slip down inside the elastic of her cotton panties. Her body shakes as I slowly move lower, savoring each second her flesh is beneath my digits.
“Who does this belong to?” I seethe into her ear, my teeth catching her lobe as the tips of my fingers find her bare outer lips. The slick of moisture, already she’s wet for me. I nearly come undone knowing she wants me as I want her.
I slide the tip of my index finger lightly into the top crease of her pussy, just above her clit, and hold it there. Touching her here for the first time, in this first moment, is not something I want to rush. I want to remember this in my dreams, every night until I leave this life.
My breath is shaking as I feel the slick heat and the softest flesh against my finger.
“Oh my God.” She huffs again as she opens her legs an inch more. Those tiny, subtle movements mean more to me than anything she could imagine.
“Not God, Caramia. Daddy.” I slip my finger down, brushing her clit, pressing gently on top as my other hand pulls her panties downward. They fall from my grasp to settle at her feet. Our bodies are still pinned into each other, my chest against her back, covering her with her skirt clumped around her waist.
The next sweet sounds that come out of her steal my very breath. She is beautiful, her scent, her sight, her sounds. I get to my feet and hold her steady as I move around behind, watching her as a lion watches a gazelle. She gasps and squirms as I sink my teeth for the first time into her flesh, nipping the back of her neck, holding back from biting too hard. I just need her to know I’m here. A growl comes from the depths of me and I fight the beast that threatens to take hold. I will never harm her, but this is mine, and my teeth are the first marks of my ownership she will have. She will know the pleasure of pain, yet I would never truly hurt her. Never. She will know that. She will trust me, completely. She is mine to protect, completely. Her body. Her heart. Her soul.
“You are my princess and the things I will do to you my sweet...” My voice shakes as the beast that lives inside of me fights the chains that have bound him for too long. “I’ve wanted for so long. I want all of you, Caramia. I won’t take any less than everything. Do you understand? After this, after you are mine, I will never be the same. I will not be able to stop. Are you Daddy’s girl?”
I kneel behind her. Worshipping at the sight of her round ass. The pink shimmer of the slice of pussy between her full thighs. She’s my girl. But she’s a woman. Full and voluptuous. And I love every inch.
My heart is a savage drum beat in my chest. Each thump matched by the same intense pounding in my cock. But, right now, it’s all for her. I will wait. My needs will wait. She will always come first in every way.