His expression turns thoughtful.
“I think I could express myself better when you couldn’t see me.” While running his hands over my body, he doesn’t avoid my belly. He caresses it with tenderness and even squeezes it a little, like he can’t get enough of the jiggle.
I comb my fingers through his beard. “I love being able to see you.”
His mouth tilts into a smile. I turn around so he can unhook my bra, holding the cups in place with my arms. The sharp intake of breath when I drop my arms and he sees my bare breasts for the first time makes my clit pulse.
I moan as his thumbs skate over my nipples.
“Daddy, that tingles.”
“Where does it tingle, baby?”
I point to my breast. “Here...”
“Where else?” he growls.
I bite my lips together, pretending to be nervous. I don’t have to fake it very hard. It’s one thing to prance around in your underwear for an anonymous audience. It’s another thing altogether to be naked with a man who can touch you.
I point to the apex of my thighs.
Jonathan’s fingers brush the front of my panties as he says the word, “Here?”
I gasp and then nod.
He kisses the shell of my ear and says, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Chills skitter along my spine as he takes my hand and places it on the hard, curved ridge of his cock.
“Oh, god...” I gasp, giving him a test rub. “You really are big everywhere.”
“And it’s all for you, baby girl. Every throbbing inch.”
I keep my hand on his bulge as he removes his flannel and the tee-shirt underneath. His chest hair looks soft, like animal fur. I can’t resist petting it with my cheek.
“Bedtime, baby girl,” he rasps.
I climb onto the bed and face the purple tapestry as I ease my underwear down my thighs. His swift inhale is as good as a kiss on the neck. With or without the camera, I love knowing Jonathan’s watching and appreciating my body. I lose the panties altogether and then roll onto my back, where I don’t just spread my legs for him. I use my hands to spread myself open.
“Look, Daddy. See how wet I am?”
His lips drift apart as his gaze falls on my pussy. He looks like he wants to devour me.
He’s on my pussy in under a second, holding my thighs apart as his tongue glides through my slit. I barely have time to register what he’s doing to me when his tongue centers on my clit.
Pleasure explodes inside me like fireworks across a night sky. I don’t know what to do with my hands. I don’t know what to do with the rest of me, because all of my attention has suddenly been funneled to the tiny, tender bud between my legs.
I’ve never come so fast in my life. But he keeps on licking, tasting, sucking, until my eyes are practically rolling up into my head.
“Cock-sucking lesson later, little girl. I fucking need your pussy.”
My pulse races as the bed dips from his weight. I don’t have to pretend this part is new and a little scary. No amount of erotic literature can prepare you for the reality of a giant taking position between your thighs.
I feel his cockhead at my opening, poised and ready to take my virginity.
“I’ll go as slow as I can,” he says through clenched teeth.
I cry out as his cock enters my pussy, challenging my body to rearrange itself to make room for him. What I feel isn’t so much a tearing sensation. It’s more like a muscle ache, a stretch that hurts but feels good at the same time.