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I step into his space and wrap my arms around his neck. “Suppose I don’t want to make it out of here?”

“I would love nothing better than to have you here in my arms for the rest of my life.”

I laugh softly and run my hands down his chest. “We’d turn into a pair of prunes in here.”

“Two happier prunes no one will ever find.”

He lowers his head and our mouths meet. Again, there is that yearning to be a part of him. And by the stirring against my thigh, I know he feels the same way. What is the matter with me? With us? He pulls away and presses his forehead against mine.

“What are you doing to me, Summer? It’s like I can’t get enough of you. I want you so badly right now.”

I place my finger on his lips and shake my head. “Actions speaks louder than words.”

He kisses me again as he presses me against the cool tile of the shower. He reaches out to turn off the shower before he hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. Our eyes meet and lock as he finds the right angle to press into me. His pupils darken as he hits home. My eyes flutter close.

“Look at me, Summer.”

With some effort, I open my eyes and suddenly I am drowning in the depths of his. There is an intensity between us as our bodies find their natural rhythm. But this time, as I stare at him, it feels like a lovemaking of our souls.

I know the second he has reached the point of no return as his eyes grow wider. I fight for air as my own climax sweeps over me. I bite my lips as I continue to stare at him. As our bodies go still, he smiles tremulously before leaning forward and taking possession of my mouth once more. Gone is the pressing groping need of his kisses. But the gentle way he takes his time, almost as if he is learning the contours of my mouth, brings tears to my eyes.

I allow my legs to slip from around his waist. I lean against him and wrap my arms around his waist. I close my eyes and press my ear to his chest to listen to his heart beating. His arms tighten around me and my heart skips a beat. Thoughts try to invade my mind and I push them away. This is nothing serious – is it?

His hands skim my back and ass before he steps away. I am thrown off guard and stumble slightly.

“Careful.” He leads me over to a bench in the shower and makes me sit. I watch as he retrieves body wash and a wash cloth before detaching a shower nozzle. I allow him to bathe me gently and I am glad that the water hides the tears running down my cheeks. No one has ever treated me like this before. As he stands above me rinsing me off, I run my hand along his thigh. I stroke his soft cock and he jerks reflexively. Without thinking, I take him in hand and lean forward. My mouth covers him completely in this state. But it is not long before I feel him harden. I caress his balls and run my tongue along the spongy head as I wait for him to come to full arousal. He groans softly above my head.

“Summer…” he whispers.

I reach around and grab his ass, pulling him closer still. Before long, he is thrusting into my mouth. I encourage him to thrust faster and I soon have him trembling. He tries to back away.

“Summer, I’m gonna – Ahhh! Fuck, Summer! I’m gonna – please, baby!”

I hold him firmly as I feel his cock flex against my tongue. I grip his shaft to hold it steady as I feel his hot juices begin to spill. I take some on my tongue and lips before allowing the rest to coat my breasts. I rub his cock head against my nipples, pressing the hard points against his slit. I look up to find him staring at me.

“Fuck, Summer.”

“Don’t mind if you do.”

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

“But what a way to go.” I laugh and stand once more. I deliberately rub my chest against him before pulling his head down to mine. There is that slow tenderness again. And it melts me.

He washes my body again and I do the same for him. When he pulls me beneath the sheet and pillows my head on his chest, I am reminded of our last night in Florida. My last thought before my eyes close is that this feels so familiar and safe. Then I remember my dream and my eyes fly open. This room is the same as my dream. Have I had a premonition of things to come? And if my dream had been a foretelling of sorts, I wonder how Ryan’s diagnosis will play in it.

I push the thought aside and snuggle deeper into his arms. He kisses my forehead. I push aside all thoughts of the future. This, right here and now, is all I care about – being in Lucan’s arms.

Chapter Eighteen

Lucan

Itfeelslikemereminutes but I know hours have passed while I have lain here with Summer in my arms. Her breath on my skin is soft as she sleeps. But I have yet to close my eyes. The enormity of what I have done tonight sinks in and it makes me wonder about the woman on my chest. What is it about her that has me wanting to pull her into my life? What is it about her that makes me so possessive, protective, and jealous? I tighten my arms around her at the thought and she stirs. She rolls slightly and I loosen my arms.

“Good morning.”

She sits up. “It’s morning?”

She sounds panicked and I sit up with her. She turns to look at me.

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