“I can feel you all the way up here.”
My hips rock involuntarily, easing my cock out and thrusting back in. “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me, baby.”
Eden gasps. “Oh, that feels…” She exhales, her eyelids drooping. “…So deep…and thick.”
I kiss her lips as I begin to thrust, in and out, slowly moving faster. Her moans grow louder and more high-pitched, and I drink them down like fine wine. She wraps her legs around me as I pick up the pace, giving in to my own enjoyment while still making sure Eden is moaning with pleasure, and not pain.
Each pump brings me closer and closer to release until I’m hovering just above it.
“Daddy, I think I’m gonna come,” she says, almost slurring her words.
“Me too. God, you feel so good, Eden.” Her name falls from my lips like a prayer. In this moment she is my prayer, my only wish, my whole world. I care for nothing and no one besides the gorgeous woman beneath me. I need to feel her clench around me.
I bring my hand in between our bodies and rub her clit with my thumb.
She moans and trembles.
“Oh, it’s coming, Daddy!”
I keep my pace steady as I thrust, bringing her closer and closer to her own steep edge.
“Stay with me, baby, you’re almost there. You’re doing so good. You’ve been perfect for me tonight, so warm and wet and beautiful. If only you could see yourself. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. My perfect, soft, tight little baby—”
Eden’s pussy clamps around my cock. She moans, her muscles clenching and unclenching around me. My own orgasm follows a second later, my body tensing and my cock throbbing. Pleasure shoots down my spine as I release inside of her. She feels like an absolute dream, pulling my cock deeper, milking my seed.
I don’t stop rubbing her clit until she’s done twitching, making sure she’s fully ridden out her pleasure. Finally, she groans and pushes my hand away weakly. I lay down beside her with a contented smile, wrapping a lock of her hair around my finger.
A long moment passes before she opens her eyes and blinks up at me.
“How was that, baby girl?” I ask.
“That was…that was amazing,” she says with a breathless chuckle. Her pretty pink lips turn up at the corners, and I’m struck by such an immense sense of adoration for her that I open my mouth before I have a chance to think clearly.
“I love you, Eden.”
Her eyes go wide. “What?”
My pulse leaps. I didn’t mean to say the words right now, but I don’t have to dig too deep to know in my heart that they’re true.
“I love you,” I tell her again, this time with more conviction. “I’ve been in love with you for weeks, since that first dinner in St. Thomas. I love you, and I’m tired of denying my feelings.”
The longer she stares at me without responding, the more nervous I become. Fuck, it’s too much. I know it’s too much…
“I don’t expect you to feel the same way,” I say quickly. “I just needed to tell you. It’s okay if—”
I’m interrupted by her lips moving over mine.
“I love you, too, Christian.” She kisses me again, taking the lead and sliding her tongue into my mouth. She rolls us over until she’s resting on top of me, with my spent cock twitching between my legs. “I love you, Daddy,” she says again, “I love you, I love you.”
I can’t remember a time when I was ever so happy to hear those three words. Tilting my head back, I run my fingers through her hair, as I let her lay claim to my lips and neck.
“I can’t stop saying it,” she whispers with a sigh. “I love you, Daddy.”
I rub between her shoulder blades. “Good thing I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”
She nestles into my side, snuggling closer to me. After a long, stretch of companionable silence, I feel her muscles go taut.
“How do we make this work?” she asks.
I kiss the crown of her head. “You mean, how do we hide this from your mom?”
“And Brittany. She’s staying here now.”
“Right.” I sigh heavily. “I almost forgot. …We’ll just have to be careful. Draw up a set of rules and stick to them.”
“What kind of rules?”
“No kissing or touching in the common areas.”
“You mean like the kitchen?” she says, brow arched.
I smirk. “Yes, smarty pants, like the kitchen. During the day, you’re my stepdaughter and I’m just your stepdad.”
“And at night?” She skims her fingernails down the center of my chest to my navel, then lower… I catch her wrist and bring her hand to my lips.
“At night, after everyone’s gone to bed, I’ll come visit you, just like this.”
She sighs. “I guess that’s easy enough.”
“Oh, it won’t be easy at all. Not when you’re sitting across from me at the dinner table and every inch of my body is dying to feel you pressed against me.” I kiss the inside of her palm. “But we’ll make it work because we have to.”