Page 199
“Want? I’m dying for you—to be inside you, to be above you, to be under you—but…” I pause, my mouth dry. My dick’s screaming in protest, ready to dull any rational thoughts. “I’ll die if I ever hurt you, especially when we make love.”
“But I want—”
My lips crush over hers, her words getting lost in our breaths. She never has to ask.
Daisy moans when our tongues make contact, and that sound, that touch, has a direct line with my cock, which is now at full attention. And it’s his Christmas when Daisy rubs her legs up and down, occasionally brushing her sex covered in silk shorts against my hardening dick.
Before I can lose all sense and start to think with my little head, I pull away. “Fuck, butterfly.”
“Charles!” Her cry and protest are the ultimate test of my patience.
“I know.” I move down until my face is on level with her core and then tug the waistband of her shorts lower. Before I can repeat the move with her panties, she places her hands over mine.
“I…I’m not the same down there.”
“Of course you aren’t, butterfly. You’ve become a mother. You’ve made me a dad. You’re more beautiful and more precious to me in every way.” I place a kiss on the stretch mark near her belly button before placing a kiss on her sex through the cotton of her panties.
“God, I missed your mouth.” Her head falls back against the pillow.
“Good, because I’m determined to show you such a good time, you’ll not even miss my cock.”
“What does that mean?” Daisy’s smile drops as she stares at me with wide eyes.
“We’re not going to have sex, but I’m gonna blow your mind with my hands and my mouth. So are you ready, Mrs. Hawthorne?”