I kissed her with more passion than I'd used in the pool when I wasn't sure if she was on board yet. This time, I knew we were on the same page, and I couldn't hold back anymore. When I pulled away, I said, "I need you."
She was becoming an addiction.
"You have me," she said, placing my hand between her legs, and I groaned at her boldness. She was usually so self-contained. I liked seeing her like this, free and inhibited.
I had fantasies where she only let go with me. I had no idea if it were true, but I liked to imagine it was.
I parted her folds and dipped a finger into her wet heat. She bit her lip, her head falling back as she widened her legs for me.
I pumped my fingers into her as I dipped my head to capture her nipple in my mouth.
"How can I want you again so soon?" she asked softly.
"I think it's my magic hands," I teased, loving the way she swayed on her feet at my ministrations.
Her hand gripped my forearm, holding me to her. "I think it's you."
I let her comment go to my head. I was special to her. She'd never had anyone like me before, and I didn't want her to forget this night.
I didn't have much to offer her. But I wanted to give her everything.
She might not be ready for it, but I'd bide my time, hoping that I was enough for her.
She began to tremble. Her entire body flushed as she let go and cried out my name.
There was something about the sound of my nameon her lips that made me harder than ever. I easily lifted her, spreading her legs and gliding into her in one motion. Her head fell back, and I realized that I could feel every inch of her warmth surrounding my dick.
Before I lost all sense of reason, I forced myself to pull out. "Condom."
I set her down, moving her to the stream of water before I stepped out, not bothering with a towel. I grabbed a condom from the box in my nightstand.
I was back in no time, smoothing the rubber over my dick before lifting her once again and returning home.
She bit her lip. "You feel so good."
"Amazing," I murmured as I kissed her neck, her jaw, and thrust inside her. I held her against the wall, impaling her on my length. There was nowhere else I ever wanted to be.
I'd been so determined to be the best dad I could be; it was nice to have a night off. I didn't need to worry about Lilliana. I could lose myself in Blake.
The last two years were stressful, but this time with Blake had been heavenly, and I wasn't ready to let her go. Selfishly, I wanted to keep her forever.
The friction between our bodies set Blake off a few seconds later, and I was helpless to resist following her over. I dropped my head to her shoulder. Her arms wrapped tightly around me.
I felt warmth spread through my body. A tenderness came over that had me setting her gently on the floor. I tied off the condom and tossed it in the direction of the wastebasket. I'd get it later. Now I wanted to take care of my girl.
I grabbed the body wash, squirted a dollop on my hand, and soaped her up. She was blissed out, her skin pink, and her muscles languid.
I turned her so that she could rinse off, then grabbed shampoo and worked it into her hair. When I massaged it into her scalp, she leaned her head back. "You're spoiling me."
"I don't usually have you all to myself," I said, not willing to say that I wanted to take care of her. That it was a desire that I'd never experienced before, other than with Lilliana. I never took care of Oakley like this. On some level, I knew she wouldn't have liked it.
Oakley wanted things, jewelry, and nights out. She'd even begged for vacations when we already lived in a tourist destination. But Blake brought out a different side of me. One that wanted to be more for her. The man she deserved.
I rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, then applied conditioner to the ends.
"Do you do this with everyone you date?" Blake asked, and then she sighed. "Forget I asked. It's none of my business."
I chuckled. "I don't mind if you ask questions about my past. But you're the only one I've even thought about doing this for."
