With a smirk, I pull my shirt off and over my head. Then I push down my board shorts until they pool around my ankles. Once I step out of those, I’m just as naked as she was when I caught her in the shower.
Lia’s throat works as she sits up on the bed. “Wow.”
I laugh because that was not the response I expected.
“You’re big,” she says with her gaze zoomed in on my dick.
I shut the door behind me and check my watch. It takes twenty minutes to get into town and twenty minutes back. They’ll probably call in the order, which means we have less than forty-five minutes. Not enough time to do everything I want, but I need a little release.
“I’ll fit when the time is right. Now, why don’t you put those books away for a little while?”
Without even looking, Lia scoops up her school books and plops them onto the night stand. Then she pulls her top off over her head. She’s still not wearing a bra, the little brat. Or panties, because she pushes her shorts off too, leaving her as naked as I am.
I climb onto the bed until I hover over her. I dip my head down and kiss her soft and slow, like I think a virgin should be kissed. Lia’s having none of it. Her mouth is hungry on mine and I can’t seem to hold myself back.
“Slow down,” I whisper. “We only have about forty minutes before the guys get back. I’m not going to fuck you right now. I want to take my—“
“No.”
“No?”
“If we stretch it out, I’m just going to get anxious about how big you are. I want this. I want to feel you inside me, Daddy. I want to know what it feels like.”
“Lia,” I groan.
I could come in about thirty seconds since I’m still on the edge from seeing her, from making her come. Then she says the two words that bust through all my barriers.
“Please, Daddy?”
With a growl, I lean down and take her mouth.
ChapterSix
Lia
When his weight lowers on to me, I spread my legs and arch into him like a cat. His firm chest grazes over my nipples, sending tingles down my stomach where they settle in my clit.
His erection presses against my inner thigh, moving up and down with the rock of his hips. With each flex of his pelvis, he moves a little closer to where I want him most. I’m nervous about his size, but not so much that I’ll stop what’s happening.
I want him to be the one — my first. I always figured that once a guy has permission, he’d immediately thrust home.
Daddy takes his time. He moves against me, making me wetter and wetter. I lift to meet each brush of his shaft. It feels like he’s dragging this out forever. I need him to fill me up.
“More. Please. I need more, Daddy.”
With a groan, he pulls back. When he thrusts froward this time, his tip lines up with my opening and pushes inside. My instinct is to clench my muscles, but that makes things worse.
“Lia,” Daddy says through gritted teeth. “Try to relax. It’s too fucking tight.”
“Is it hurting you too?”
He huffs what’s probably meant to be a laugh, but ends up a shuddered breath. “No. The tighter you are, the better it feels, but unless you want me to come right now, please try to relax.”
I grip his arms and try to take a deep breath. Under my palms, I feel his biceps straining with the effort it’s taking him to hold back. He reaches between us, pressing on my clit, rubbing the pad of his thumb up and down, up and down.
The sensations make my head fall back onto the pillow. My legs relax and collapse onto the mattress. And that’s when Daddy pushes in, in, in until I feel his body pressed to mine. We both pause and pant, even though he’s barely made it through one thrust.
I feel stretched tight, full. The longer he plays with my clit, the more relaxed I become. Until it begins to build toward an orgasm. I shift, lifting my hips to his finger.