Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Good.” Not having all the answers and not knowing how certain things would go, like Adam’s mom’s reaction, made my knees wobbly, but I was ready to put this blip behind us and move forward. “Want to head back before it gets too dark to see the trail?”
“Yep.” He released me only to link our hands as we walked back toward the condo complex. “I’ve got a flashlight in my pocket though.”
“Is that all you have, Daddy?” I bumped his shoulder, eager to let go of more tension, return to the flirty and playful part of our dynamic.
“Mmm. Not all.” Stopping, he leaned in for a swift kiss. “But we don’t have to head right to the bedroom.”
“Yes, we do.” Laughing, I poked his chest. “I want it. Want you.”
“You’ve got me.” The next kiss was slower and sweeter, full of promise, both sexy and otherwise. And one wasn’t enough. We kept stopping on the trail for more kisses, each more lingering than the last. We raced the final distance from the trail to my front door, trailing sand and laughter as we crashed into the condo. Kicking off our shoes, we kept trading kisses as we banged into the walls and an end table.
“Couch is closer than my bedroom,” I said breathlessly as I narrowly avoided knocking over a lamp.
“Yeah, but your bedroom has lube.” Tugging me toward the stairs, Adam made his intent clear with an absolutely filthy grin.
“This is true.” I laughed as we stopped for one more kiss before my bedroom.
“First I want to kiss you silly in your shower.”
“I’m already silly.” I was totally silly, head over heels, for this man.
“Yeah, well, you can be silly and clean.” He led the way to the master bath, stripping off both his shirts as he went. I loved how easily he both knew and accommodated my quirks. I liked the idea of fucking right then as much as he did. I just liked it post-cleaning up after a long day a little more.
“You know me well, Daddy.” I happily wriggled out of my own clothing until we were both naked and under the water.
“The shower when we were camping had more room,” I observed as we jostled around, trying to find positions that had equal access to the water.
“I want to take you camping more often.” Moving behind me, Adam made sure I got most of the water as he soaped me up. Him taking care of me like this always made me feel so warm and protected and was rapidly becoming one of my favorite things. He made me all clean with very little help from me and then backed me against the wall, kissing me until we were both breathing hard and rocking against each other.
“We’re not going to make it to the bed if you keep kissing me like that.”
“Oh, we’re making it to the bed.” Chuckling, he immediately shut off the water and grabbed two towels, handing me one. “I’ve got a powerful craving.”
“I noticed.” I ran a hand down the length of his hard cock, but he batted my hand away before I could do it a second time.
“None of that.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I pretended to be all contrite as I quickly toweled off. Feeling rather playful, I raced ahead of him to the bed, sprawling out on my stomach, ass up in clear invitation.
“Ha. I see I’m not the only eager one.” Adam sauntered over, taking his sweet time before he stretched out next to me. He gave my ass a firm squeeze. “This is sexy, but I want you on top. Want you rubbing on me instead of your pillow.”
“Yes.” I loved that idea myself, and I quickly scrambled to straddle him. I’d left my glasses in the bathroom, but I could still see his twinkling eyes and the tenderness in his expression.
“You like that idea, my dirty boy?” He ran his hands down my still-damp sides before settling me more firmly against him.
“Hey, thanks to you, I’m all clean now.” I couldn’t help but tease, which earned me a smack on the ass, exactly as I’d hoped.
“Brat,” he scolded.
“But yours.” Grinning, I leaned down to capture his waiting lips.
“Mine.” Taking over the kiss, he swept his tongue into my mouth, holding me close. He used his lips and tongue to drive me wild until I was rocking against his abs, cock dragging against his fuzzy belly. When he pulled away to grab the lube from the nightstand, I groaned at the loss, already needing him so damn much.
“I don’t need a ton of prep,” I said as he slicked up his fingers. I wanted his cock, right that minute if possible, sting and stretch be damned.
He gave me a stern glare. “Who’s in charge?”
“You are, Daddy.” My answer came out all self-satisfied because I was that happy. Giving up control to him in this way felt so good. So right. So us.