He doesn’t move but waits for my approval, his fingers twitching eagerly at his side for theyesto leave my lips.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I don’t give him time to answer, stepping closer. Still naked, dripping, and his to claim.
8
GEMMA
Ican’t believe I just said that. Took control and guided his direction. But was it reallyme? Or that same little succubus clawing its way up and making me want what I’ve never had before?
You know, throwing me over the edge. Doing everything in its power to hasten my journey from nervous, naïve innocence to full-blown womanhood.
To becoming his, once and for all.
Ghost doesn’t rush. Doesn’t throw himself at me like I just gave him the keys to my castle.
He takes one measured step after the next until the fluffy white towel is in his hands. However, his deep, burning gaze never breaks from me. Slowly traveling upward from between my thighs, narrowing at my breasts, and settling on my eyes.
Fuck. This is intense.
He wraps the towel around my shoulders, keeping my front exposed.Guides it down, each brush wiping away another layer of water. He has to kneel when he reaches my ass.
He drops to one knee, and my heart starts galloping. Fast, hard, and straight toward the inevitable. I reach out slowly, running my fingers over the intricate design of his mask, before pulling it off.
He’s smiling underneath. A crooked, dangerous smile that tickles me in ways and places I didn’t know existed until now.
“May I?” he asks, the towel rubbing down my calves.
I can’t comprehend what that question is for, so I nod.
Yes. I give you permission. For anything, everything. Do whatever you want.
Ghost leans in and kisses my tummy, but as his hands start to lower the towel to my ankles, his lips move with them. Every inch lower, I can feel his control wavering. Gentle brushes of his lips turn into a feral smash of his mouth against my skin.
Oh God, it’s happening, isn’t it? I’ve felt his hand, now I’m going to feel his mouth, tongue, cock.
The last thought makes me feel like I’m floating. So far above the world, nothing can bring me back down. I’ve never wanted to rush my first time. Not out of some misguided sense of it needing to be special or perfect, but it did have to come at the right time.
Funniest thing about it? Ghost hasn’t even acknowledged that taking my virginity is on the cards yet.
“Daddy’s going to taste your virgin cunt.” His words slither down my spine and settle in a bundled knot against my core. My legs turn to jelly, and I stumble forward.
But Ghost’s there to catch me, as always. Hooking his arm around my legs and holding me propped up. His face so close to my body now, his breath tickles my most sensitive area.
A feeble whimper parts my lips. Unsure of how this is going to play out, all I know is that I want it. Him. And everything he’s holding back.
“Would you like that, baby girl?” His voice is husky. Dripping intensity. Doing whatever he can to keep the pace slow. Grasping at restraint and control when I can hear he’s slipping.
Trying to make this moment special.
And God, it is. It couldn’t be any better, especially since Ghost’s heading the charge.
“I would.” Breathless and whispering, it’s a miracle I manage words at all. “I want you to do anything you want to me, Daddy.”
He emits a sound I’ve never heard a human, let alone a man, make. Deep, primitive, and straight from the deepest recesses of his magnificent chest.
Without so much as a grunt, Ghost stands upright with me in his arms. He buries his face into my body again and starts walking to the bed. Kissing and nibbling the delicate flesh surrounding his target, while grunts and groans of want sound like music to my ears.
Ghost lays me down on the bed slowly, gently, with care and patience one might have when hanging a painting. His kissing never stops, though, lips smashing against my burning skin, while his hands soothe and comfort me.
