“Take the rest off and get into the pool.”
“Skinny dipping?” I squeak.
“Have you ever done it?”
I shake my head.
“Another first. I like you giving me your firsts. Everything off.”
I swallow down my automatic response, which would be a denial, when Daddy starts taking off his clothes. I didn’t get to see him naked. In fact, I’ve barely seen any of him at all. I stand there, watching every muscular inch of skin he reveals.
He pauses in getting undressed. “Clothes off,” he says.
I nod and hurry to comply. I want to see him naked, so I guess it’s only fair that I get undressed too. When he pushes off his boxers and stands naked and aroused before me, I push my panties off as well.
My eyes move hungrily over him, wanting to memorize every muscle, every trail of hair, and definitely his long, thick erection.
Before I can even get my bearings, Daddy pulls me close and shifts his weight until we’re both falling. I barely get out a scream before we tumble into the water. When we surface, I splutter and push my wet hair out of my eyes.
“What was that for?” I ask.
“It got your mind off your nerves. Plus, it cooled me off a little. Knowing I’m going to be your first has me a little hot and bothered.”
I like that I can turn him on. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my naked body against his. Daddy groans and brings me closer, so close that not even the cool water of the pool can work its way between us.
His hot mouth moves down my cheek, down my neck. His hands grip my ass and lift me off the floor of the pool.
“You ready for more?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He walks toward the stairs of the pool and climbs out, still holding me. I wrap my legs around his waist and press my cheek against his neck as he carries me to what looks like an out door bed under the shade of a canopy.
When he sets me down on the thick cushion of the bed, I lie back. Daddy smiles as he looks down at me, as his gaze roams over me.
“You’re mine, now, Luna,” he says.
“Daddy’s,” I agree.
He shudders at the moniker. “Yes. You belong to Daddy.”
I spread my legs, making room for him as he settles on top of me. He kisses up my body, taking each nipple into mouth and sucking hard until arch my back and moan. I can feel the pull of his tongue all the way down to my clit.
By the time his lips meet mine, I’m writhing and begging. My hips pulse up off the cushion as I seek out the friction I need. And then he’s there. His shaft coasting over me, rubbing up and down, flicking my clit. My hips pulse faster, meeting each press of his groin into mine.
“So wet,” he whispers.
He’s right. I’ve never been so wet before an orgasm. Then he pulls back and thrusts into me. I grunt at the pain, but he doesn’t stop. Its one long, slow push until his pelvis meets mine.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Take a breath.”
I suck in air as if I’ve just come up from a deep dive.
“Relax,” he says.
And somehow, my body obeys. My tense muscles uncoil. Daddy makes a tiny circle with his hips. It’s not even a thrust, just a shift to make sure every inch of him is buried inside me.