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Daisy’s jaw drops before she throws her head back in laughter. “I can’t believe you just said that,” she says in between her giggles.
“It’s true.” I pounce on her, taking her with me to the carpeted floor of the bright sunroom. My thumb trails down her jaw before sliding against her lower lip. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your mouth. I’ve missed your kisses. I really like kissing you, Daisy.”
Even though my intention is to keep it light and fun, when I kiss her, I’m not thinking about sex. I am thinking about heart and feeling and all those emotions which I have kept at an arm’s distance until now.
“Me too, Charles. But right now, I’m hoping for something more than just a kiss.” She rolls her pelvis against my cock, thankfully making me forget all the deep-shit feelings.
“Is that so, butterfly?” I grin, my fingers tracing a path from her back to her waist, reaching her stomach, and finally resting on the waistband of her shorts. “Are you saying you want me to fuck you and remind you to whom you belong, Mrs. Hawthorne?”
A little moan escapes her at the name, and she nods frantically, her thighs rubbing together as I tug her shorts down.
When the tip of my little finger slips under the waistband of her panties, skimming the warm skin, she groans. “Holy fuck, Charles.”
I never hear Daisy curse except when we’re like this and she’s turned on. I can’t be more proud knowing that I make her forget her manners.
“How are you so fucking wet so soon, Daisy? What were you thinking about?” She’s dripping on my fingers already.
“You, always you.” When I push her silk blue panties down, she eagerly helps me, kicking them off with her feet.
Her eyes gleam when she tugs on my belt. Now, with a practiced finesse and not missing a beat, she takes off my notchless belt before unzipping my pants. My boxers come down next, and this time it’s my turn to groan when my cock gets the much-needed space.
She pumps my already hard cock a few times before lining it against her clit and we both moan together.
“Fuck, you’re heaven, butterfly.”
But the next second, when I slip inside her, I go rock solid and she does too. It’s as if we both recognize at the same time why this feels so goddamn good and amazing.
“I don’t have a condom on me.” I groan, my head hitting against her shoulder, and I pull back and slip out. My cock almost protests and weeps, pre-cum landing on her thigh.
“You mean, not even one?” Daisy’s voice is shaky, and I shake my head.
I’d thought the absence of condoms in my home would be another reminder that I can’t fuck her until she’s perfectly fine. If only I knew that she’s not just fine but in need of me.
“Charles.” Daisy’s voice is soft, while I’m still cursing my luck. Talk about missed opportunities. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I’ve never done this… I mean, without a condom.”
My brain seems to freeze, incapable of forming coherent thoughts.
Do I want to experience everything with Daisy?
Fuck yeah.
Do I want to give her an experience she’s never had before?
Without a doubt.
But this…this is so much more than that. This is about trust and so many more emotions I’m scared to name right now.
“Me too,” I reply, confirming my status. “So, this is it?” My mind buzzes with excitement in anticipation of another unforgettable life moment.
“Are you nervous, Charles?” Daisy bites her bottom lip before a giggle shoots out of her.
But soon those turn into a gasp when I turn her over on her stomach, bring her knees up on the soft Persian carpet, and then push them apart with my own to give me better access. I push inside her once again, inch by inch, and God my eyes roll back.
“You’re so goddamn tight, Daisy. Do you feel me? My skin, my cock moving inside you, butterfly. Tell me you feel it.”
“Fuck, Charles. I do.” She moans, pressing herself back into me, encouraging me to thrust inside her, and I’m all too happy to oblige.
My hands slide up from her perfect hips, inside her silk top, and reach her boobs covered in a silk bra. I push it down, and those full tits fall into my hands.