“Yes,” I heave from the deepest recesses of my chest. Meaning every syllable. “Love at first sight is real. I never saw you coming. Never could have imagined you, Claire. It hurts me that you’ve been alive this whole time and I didn’t know.”
“That’s probably a good thing,” she giggles, tracing a finger around the notch of my collarbone. “What if you’d found me on my seventeenth birthday?”
“Stop,” I say, swallowing. “Please.”
Worried I know the answer.
Worried there is no dimension where I see Claire and don’t bring her home to my bed.
“You aren’t…in pain?” I ask, kissing her temple, raking my hand down her hair. “I almost choked you out, little girl and…”
“I only got wetter,” she says quietly, razing my chin with her teeth. “And youexploded.”
“Yes,” I pant.
Unbelievable. I’m sweating in the bathtub.
It has barely been twenty minutes since I ejaculated and I’m erect again now, my dick eager against her taut, wet buns, noright to be ready again. I have no right. But all I can do is grip the edge of the tub and moan raggedly when she lifts her hips and wiggles her lithe body down onto my shaft, issuing horny little sobs as she settles into my lap.
“I choke you so tight, don’t I, Daddy?” she purrs, bearing down on me with her inner walls until I’m fucking gasping. “It’s only fair that you choke me back sometimes, right?”
I’m given no chance to respond before she begins working her way up my aching pole and bouncing back down with a slap of her ass in the water. For the next fifteen minutes, I’m treated to the kind of filth men don’t dare dream about, because none of them know a girl like this exists. Only me. My girlfriend, glistening with bathwater in the moonlight, bounces up and down on my cock while praising me, out loud, for being so large. Her perky tits jiggle and sway for my enjoyment, and when she sees me lusting over her nipples, she arches her back and gives me a fucking show, undulating and shaking those globes for me while somehow maintaining an aura of innocence. Exploration.
It’s not long before I’m moaning and commanding every iota of my willpower not to desert me. But the end streaks toward me like a comet when Claire asks me to stroke her clit while she rides and babbles about how well I touch her, those hips writhing, writhing. It’s everything I can do to hold on to my nut while she rubs and rides herself toward an orgasm, burying her teeth in my shoulder when she climaxes, the twist of her sex pitching me over the edge, and I fall blindly, shouting her name.
Allowing myself the bliss she provides.
Later, when she’s been dried off, dressed and tucked into bed, I lay awake in the dark staring at her, wondering what I did to deserve such a gift.
Vowing to never squander it. Never let her down.
Something tells me to stay away from the kitchen. A sixth sense, perhaps. But the chef inside of me is drawn there inthe pitch black of night, my hands executing the steps to make a dozen apple tarts. When I bite into a warm one, fresh from the oven and feel that familiar strike of disbelief over theindescribabletaste, that addictive feeling should serve as a warming.
That as amazing as Claire is, as phenomenal as her body’s offerings might be…
The existence of them could be quite dangerous in the wrong hands.
Chapter Nine
Claire
The following morning, we are driving to Tartine. Draven holds my hand against his mouth as he maneuvers through traffic, sneaking longing glances at me the entire way downtown. I feel so happy and safe in the passenger seat, I’m too giddy to stop smiling. I woke up this morning to the smell of coffee and soreness, Draven’s scent all over me—and it’s no mystery why. I woke up twice to his hands on my naked body, his urgent requests for permission in my ear. The first time, he spat on my sex and threw my legs over his shoulders, riding me so hard the headboard left marks all over his wall. The second time, closer to dawn, I was rolled over onto my stomach and pinned down, his lovemaking deep and grinding and slow this time, the sheets damp with sweat by the time we finished.
Hours later, his hoarse groans of pleasure still echo in my ears.
I can’t hardly believe the girl I’ve become since meeting Draven. For one, I never knew I would enjoy sex so much.Though it’s more of a constant craving, isn’t it? Even now, I ache to be straddling his lap and rubbing myself on his thick tool. Tempting my Daddy.
Yeah…I have a Daddy now.
I don’t really understand how it happened or how we both magically knew how to proceed, since neither of us have been in this kind of relationship before, but I feel like I’ve fallen from the sky and landed in an endless field of feathers. I’ve found my home. Draven is over a decade older than me and maybe some people will frown on that. But his maturity and experience are so attractive, I can barely sit still. I could never feel this secure with a boy my own age. I could never feel like this withanyonebesides Draven.
“How are we going to explain me arriving to work for the lunch shift?” I ask Draven. “Pierre only hired me for evenings.”
“I don’t give a fuck what my brother said.” He gives me a stern look that releases a series of flutters in my belly. “You don’t leave my goddamn sight, Claire.”
“I don’t want to leave your sight,” I whisper, watching breathlessly as he mashes my knuckles to his mouth, kissing each of them one by one. “I’m surprised you and Pierre have been able to run the restaurant together for so long, considering how different you are.”
“Different is a mild way to put it,” he mutters, taking a right turn onto the avenue. “I probably would have opened my own place by now if…”