“Get out of your head, Daisy. I wish you could see how beautiful you look when you’re about to come. But I want you to make me feel it too.” His pace picks up, and he moans when my pussy squeezes his dick.
“Stop moaning like that, or I’m?—”
He does it again. He moans louder, and when he reaches the spot again and he smiles at me, I have no choice but to come. Fast and hard and, oh my God, all around him.
“Squeeze my dick, baby, Just like that.” He closes his eyes, taking it all in. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He praises me over and over again, hitting the spot and not dropping my gaze. This is so intense. So beautiful. So perfect.
“You’re going to make me come again,” he whispers.
I wish I had the energy to say anything, but I don’t, and he doesn’t need it. One more pump and another scratch of my nails, and he spills inside me, warm and perfect as his breathing evens out and he slows his pace.
I moan softly, closing my eyes and dropping my leg wrapped around him. He slows his pace to almost nothing and drops his head next to mine. His face is nuzzled in my neck while our breathing syncs like it’s natural.
“I love you,” I whisper against his ear, and he tenses.
“I was hoping you did,” he whispers against my neck.
“I love you in all ways, but I love you like this too,” I coo.
He chuckles. “Good, because there’s no going back. I can’t have you like this once and never again. He kisses my cheek and slides out of me, leaving warm cum between my legs. “You ruined me too, by the way.”
He gets up, offering me his hand. I look around at the mess we made, the trail of clothes and sand, the mark of our bodies on the floor, and I immediately feel the heat rushing up my cheeks again.
“Don’t.” He shakes his head. “That’s why I said here and not in bed. The bed will be there tomorrow. This…this needed to be filthy, sloppy, and perfect.” He lowers a peck to my lips. “It was perfect.”
I nod, and he holds my hand, walking us both to the shower. The steam bellows quickly, and he steps us both inside.
Just as meticulously as he licked me, he does the same cleaning and washing my body. There isn’t a spot that doesn’t get touched by his fingers, not a strand of hair that he doesn’t massage with the shampoo and then the conditioner. He holds me in his arms as we rinse, almost as if he’s cashing a raincheck for not being able to touch me like this for years. He even scrubs and washes between my belly and pussy, under the small rolls that have formed through the years like it’s nothing new for him. He touches me like he loves every inch of my body and he doesn’t want there to be any doubt at all.
We step out of the shower, and he wraps me in two soft towels, covering my whole body. He squats next to me, picking me up newlywed style, and walks me to the bed. Our bed.Who’s smug now, bed?I ask myself, shaking my head and smiling softly.
“What?” he asks.
“One bed, and we didn’t even use it.”
“The weekend is not over. You, however, need to rest. And I would love nothing more than to rest by your side.” He lowers me to the bed and lifts the blanket to guide me in.
“I can’t go to bed with my hair wet or I’ll get a headache,” I say. His eyes show amusement and a question he doesn’t dare to ask.
“Don’t look at me like that. It’s true.”
“Did my mother tell you that? One of her old wives’ tales?”
I shrug. “Whoever it was, it’s true. But you can go to bed if you want.”
He gets up quickly, wrapping the towel around his hips and walking to the bathroom. In no time, he’s back by my side, a blow dryer in hand. He plugs it in and proceeds to dry my hair.
“I can do it.”
“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. I got it.” He rakes his fingers through my hair as he dries it, massaging gently and making sure it’s completely dry before he stops. He lays me down on the pillow like I’m a delicate princess, removes the towel, turns the lights off, and drops to the bed behind me.
“All dry.” He kisses my cheek before retreating to his side of the bed.
“You don’t strike me as a non-cuddler,” I say, a little disappointed at the lack of warmth from his body on mine.
“I’m a cuddler.” His voice is laced with joy. “Are you?”
“I’m willing to find out,” I add, and he scoots closer, draping an arm around me, holding my breast and fitting perfectly behind me.
