“Yes,” she squeaks.
I’m instantly harder than I was before. Eden—my Eden. My beautiful, intelligent, curvy Eden—hasn’t been touched like this by anyone else.
“Good.”
“Really?” She squints like she doesn’t believe me.
“Fuck yes. I can’t think of a greater honor than being the first man to touch and taste you.” I pause to smirk. “Well, maybe one thing...”
“What, Daddy?”
I brush two fingers along the sides of her clit.
“Being the first man to make you come.”
Without another word, I dive back into her pussy, lapping at her stiff little bud with renewed vigor. Now that I know this is her first sexual experience, I want to do everything I can to make it perfect. It’s what she deserves. She’s carried the weight of her father’s passing and her mother’s illness on her shoulders. She deserves a chance to feel good and forget about her responsibilities, if only for a while.
I savor her cries of pleasure as I lick her clit, my laps growing quicker and harder as I go. When I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, her cries turn to moans. I don’t stop as her thigh muscles clench around my head and her whole body shudders.
The sounds that pour from her lips make my cock throb. A sense of pride fills my chest at having guided her to her peak, though a part of me thinks it a shame that I wasn’t inside her when it happened.
But what if she’s not ready for that? I push the thought from my mind. The last thing I want to do is make her feel pressured. Letting someone go down on her is monumental enough. If she wants to take things further, it has to be her idea.
I let up on her pussy so she can catch her breath while she finishes riding the waves of her orgasm. We’re both still breathless when I ease back up to rest beside her and kiss her on the lips.
“That was beautiful to watch, baby girl.”
She sighs dreamily. “Thank you, Daddy. It was amazing to feel.”
I run my hand up and down her body, mapping her luscious curves. She shifts onto her side, snuggling closer to me, and in the process of moving, her thigh brushes my still hard cock. I bite back a groan, but not fast enough.
She freezes, glancing up at me with a curious expression.
“You’re still hard,” she whispers, like she’s afraid someone will hear us.
I try to angle my dick away from her.
“Sorry. Just ignore it.”
But she can’t seem to tear her gaze from the tent in my sweatpants. Her tongue slips out to wet her lips. “Do you want help, Daddy?”
God, there’s nothing more that I want than to feel Eden’s mouth on me. Still, I shake my head. “I’ll be all right, Eden. You don’t have to touch me just because I touched you.”
A daring look flashes across her face.
“But…what if I want to?”
Arousal courses through my veins. Her hand inches down before I can even respond. My cock twitches at the light press of her fingers as she pets me. I can’t take the millimeter of fabric between us.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “Go on, take out Daddy’s cock and play with it.”
She pulls down the front of my sweatpants and my cock springs free from its cloth prison. At the first light touch of her fingertips to the head of my dick, I throw my head back and groan.
She lets out a shaky breath and wraps her hand around my shaft.
“Daddy, you’re so big, I can barely fit my hand around you.”
“That’s okay, baby girl. Just do your best.”
It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to squeeze her hand as she gently strokes me up and down. I’ve never been the type to get off on a woman’s inexperience, but for whatever reason, Eden’s curiosity makes my dick throb. Her fascination with my body makes my balls ache and my skin heat up. I can practically feel the heat of her gaze as it moves over me. As much as it kills me to stay still, I wouldn’t trade this moment of innocent exploration for anything—
“Can I put it in my mouth?”
Okay, maybe one thing.
I growl through clenched teeth. “You shouldn’t tease Daddy like that, Eden.”
“I’m not teasing. I want to make you feel good, too.”
I search her face for any sign of hesitation and come up empty. She wants this as badly as I do. And fuck it if I can’t find it in me to refuse her.
Nodding, I brush my knuckles against her cheek. She keeps one hand on my cock as she slides down the bed. My pulse jackknifes as I watch her face inch closer and closer to the pulsing length in her fist.
She bites her bottom lip. “Um… I’m not sure how to do it. Can you teach me?”