Walker bent and kissed my tummy, my hipbone, the inside of my thigh. I squirmed, helpless, but his grip was so strong I couldn’t even move an inch unless he wanted me to.
“Daddy, please,” I whispered. I barely recognized my own voice.
He didn’t answer. Just mouthed a trail up my body, his breath hot, then let his fingers drift up, slowly, pressing where I needed it most. My hips jerked off the bed, desperate, but he just held me down, palm wide and sure.
The first real touch wasn’t gentle—not soft, not asking—but it wasn’t harsh, either. It was inevitable. He spread me with those big hands, and when his tongue flicked over my clit I nearly sobbed.
I couldn’t help it. I grabbed at his hair, his shoulders, anything. My entire world tunneled down to that feeling. The wet heat of his mouth, the way he sucked and licked and teased until I thought I’d actually scream. I’d never felt anything like it in my life. Not even close.
He kept going, tongue stroking hard and slow, then faster, then gentling off just when I thought I’d die. Every time I cried out, he made a noise low in his throat and doubled down.
He slipped a finger inside, then a second. Didn’t even hesitate. My body stretched, greedy for it, and the stretch was good. He curled his fingers and crooked them just right, and everything went white behind my eyes.
“Daddy, I can’t—I can’t, it’s too much,” I whimpered, and he just chuckled, dark and rough, mouth not moving from where it was destroying me.
“Only stopping if you sayred,” he growled, then paused, giving me a chance but I shook my head and begged him not to stop. “You’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”
I didn’t even know what I was saying. I just nodded, frantic, the word yes tumbling out of my mouth over and over. I wasn’t even embarrassed. I needed him to make it better, to make it all go away except the feeling of his hands, his mouth, his voice.
He sucked my clit and pumped his fingers, slow and steady, then faster, then gentler, never letting me quite get my bearings. The pressure built so high I thought I’d break. I felt myself go tight, tighter, then everything snapped and the world went black around the edges.
I came so hard I saw stars. My whole body curled in on itself, every muscle clenching. I sobbed his name. I couldn’t stop shaking. Walker held me through it, his mouth and hands easing off, soothing, then just petting my thigh, my hip, soft little circles that made me feel like I wasn’t going to shatter after all.
Every part of me went limp. I didn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed that I’d just lost my mind from his mouth. I just lay there, letting the aftershocks roll through me, and tried to breathe.
He crawled up and kissed me, really kissed me. His hands were gentle now, cradling my face, brushing my hair out of my eyes. “You okay, princess?” he murmured, voice gone soft. His hands framed my face, thumbs stroking gently against my cheekbones. I didn’t even know how to answer. The world felt faded around the edges, like I’d lost color and sound and only Walker could bring it back.
I nodded. Couldn’t do anything but nod. “I…I think so.” My voice sounded weird, like it belonged to someone else.
Walker huffed a laugh, low and rough. “You did amazing,” he told me, and that made it real. Not a mistake. Not something I had to apologize for.
I curled into him, hiding my face in his throat. He smelled like warmth and soap, like cedar and aftershave and something darker. He just held me. His arms were iron bands, but gentle. His lips pressed against my temple, a kiss so light it made my chest ache.
“Need anything?” he asked, like he expected I’d short out if I didn’t answer.
I shook my head. “Just you.” The words fell out, unguarded.
He stilled, then squeezed me so tightly I thought my ribs would pop. Not painful, just everything, all at once. His hand cupped my head, fingers tangled in my hair. I let him hold me. I didn’t even care that I was sweaty and probably looked a mess.
He made a noise, almost a growl, but softer. “You’re perfect for me, you know that?”
My throat closed up. I hadn’t known. Not really. But I wanted it to be true.
I could have slept right there, wrapped up in his arms. But then I caught the look in his eyes, the way his pupils were blown wide, the flush on his cheeks, and I realized—
He wanted me. Still. Even after everything.
I felt myself go soft and hot, the ache coming back. I wanted to touch him. Not because I owed him, not because I thought he’d leave if I didn’t, but because I wanted to. More than anything, I wanted to make him feel the way he made me feel.
I reached out, just a little, and my fingers brushed along his ribs. He caught my hand, just like that, his palm completely swallowing mine.
“You don’t have to,” he rumbled, barely above a whisper.
“I want to.” I stared at his face, my heart thumping in my throat. “Do you…have condoms?”
Walker
I nodded, a sharp, single movement, and rolled onto my back, pulling her with me until she sprawled across my chest. Her skin was scorching, and I could feel her heart racing under my cheek. Her fingers traced down my abs, and I was hard—all of me. She wanted this; she wanted me. I could see it in her eyes. She wanted to watch as I came inside her. I stared at her, then my jaw locked. I rolled out from under her, barely holding it together as I fumbled for the drawer. Condoms, easy. Lube, easier. I tossed them onto the bed and cupped her face, searching her eyes. "You sure?" My voice was rough with the effort of holding back.
