by Luke Steel
“I want to taste you,” she said suddenly. I was still against her, my cock on fire, just wanting to keep going until I lost myself inside her. She pushed against me, urging me to move back. And with resistance, I did, groaning aloud. My balls ached as I watched her slide down the door to her knees, simultaneously removing the condom. Just her hands touching my sensitive cock had me sucking in a breath, tensing for release.
I hissed, then gasped, as her mouth moved over me. That’s all it took before she was sucking my cock again and I was coming inside her mouth.
I shouted, I couldn’t help it, it was so fucking hot, so good.
She sucked me clean as I stood there, my hands pressed against the door to keep me steady, my hips jerking against her unbidden. She drug it out, licking and sucking, stroking me until I stopped quaking.
“Damn, that was perfect,” I said after a few moments. My heart was beating painfully against my chest as I looked down and Dalia’s face was flushed from the pleasure I’d just given her. And in that moment, I felt a riot of emotions I can’t describe. It was a whirlwind inside me.
I reached down and pulled her up, adjusting her clothes and running my hands all over her body. I kissed her lips softly, ran my fingers through her golden hair, and wrapped her in my arms. She melted into me with a sigh and all I could do was feel.
We moved into the living room and I sat on the couch, pulling her into my lap. She wiggled to get comfortable and I felt the stirrings of desire fan to life again, but I tamped it down.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I said softly as she rested her head on my shoulder. I felt her sigh and nod, agreeing with me. We were quiet for a while until I remembered what happened earlier in the day and what Ted had said.
“Your father mentioned you seemed different on the phone this morning,” I mused, running my fingers down her back. Dalia stiffened for a moment but then relaxed, settling back into my chest.
“What did he say?” she asked.
“He mentioned a boy in your past and how it fucked up your life,” I said. I couldn’t keep my own emotions from my voice and her head snapped up, her eyes searching mine.
“He was a past mistake, nothing more,” she said softly. My brow rose.
“Your father doesn’t seem to think so.”
Dalia reached out and ran her fingers along my jaw. “My father still thinks I’m a child, not an adult.”
I smiled. She was right, he did think that. And I won’t lie, I was glad to hear that part of her life was in the past. Exactly where it belonged. Because I could very clearly see she was all woman—not a child anymore.
“Why does he think that?” I asked, wanting to know more about her, everything.
“I have an older sister,” Dalia began, resting her head back on my shoulder. “She met a guy who my father disapproved of and ran off with him.” I rubbed my hand along her lower back in lazy circles, listening to her husky voice.
It felt good, comfortable.
It felt right to have her here this way.
“We haven’t heard from her since,” Dalia said sadly. I squeezed her gently.
“How long ago was this?” I asked, turning my head and kissing her forehead. Dalia exhaled and shrugged.
“Four years ago, give or take a few months.” I thought back on my conversation with Ted earlier in the day and realized that would have been only a few months before Dalia met the boy that had changed her life. I frowned.
No wonder Ted had been so protective.
I was feeling pretty protective of Dalia right then myself.
I looked down at her and kissed her, trying in some way to show her that I cared. Even if I couldn’t voice it out loud yet, or if I ever would, I could do this. I needed her to know she was safe with me, wanted, needed.
I heard a sound in the hall and broke the kiss, looking up. Tobi stood there in her footed pajamas, rubbing one sleepy eye with her fist.
“Daddy,” she said, half asleep on her feet. I sighed and moved Dalia off my lap. Standing, I picked up Tobi and cradled her in my arms. I looked over at Dalia and my heart turned over in my chest. She looked sleepy herself, her hair tousled, her lips swollen from my kisses. A fierce stab of possessiveness shot through me. I wanted to keep her here forever, wrapped in my arms, safe from the world… And lost in bed with me. I wanted to carry her upstairs and talk her into staying here—or better yet, convince her without words. I could imagine more than a few ways to entice her into staying…
But I resisted the urge. It would only get me into deeper trouble than I already was.
“Goodnight Dalia,” I said softly. She smiled and stood, moving towards the door.
“Goodnight Cedric,” she whispered back. I locked the door behind her and took my daughter upstairs and back to bed, suddenly wishing that I’d asked Dalia to stay.
“Dalia is nice,” Tobi said sleepily, as I lay her back in her princess bed. I nodded.
“Yes, she is, sweetheart.”
4
Cedric
It was hard to believe a few months had already passed. Dalia and I fell into a comfortable routine. We kept our feelings hidden from Tobi, though I know we probably fumbled at it. Tobi had caught us on more than one occasion kissing in the dark. At least, I hoped that’s all she caught. We’d done more than that in the darkness of my home. The mornings and afternoons we buried our emotions for each other.
The nights though, those were for us.
I’d had Dalia every single way I could have imagined, and then some. We’d managed to christen every room of the house, fucking in the shower, my bedroom, my walk-in closet against the shoe-rack, even the garage once when she caught me coming home late and I pinned her against the hood of my car. She was just as insatiable as I was. And every time I let myself go inside her, I thought for sure the burn she created in me would lessen. But if anything, it only got stronger.
The longer I kept our relationship from Ted, the worse I felt, though. Work was going great, better than great, really. I’d never been more focused in my life and Ted noticed. Hell, I noticed.
Regular sex with Dalia was doing wonders in and out of the bedroom.
And it wasn’t just the sex. Dalia was amazing. She was kind, loving, smart, and ambitious. Everything I ever wanted in a woman. She was everything I wanted in a relationship. And knowing that, that I was feeling more for her than a casual fuck, made me want to shout from the rooftops that she was mine.
She’d made our house more of a home, with little touches here and there. Photos from our weekend outings covered the refrigerator. She’d purchased curtains and small, colorful pillows for the couch. I hated them but she and Tobi loved them. If it made them happy, hell if that didn’t make me happy, too.
For weeks I’d come back to the house after work, dinner for me kept warm in the oven, Tobi bathed and sleepy. Dalia and I would tuck her into bed and then spend the evening together, talking, caressing, making love. It felt right and good and all the other things I knew I shouldn’t be feeling.
Not until I told Ted. I respected him too much not to say something.
I’d brought it up again and again to Dalia and she agreed, we should tell him. But anytime I’d tried to settle a time, a place, anything, she evaded the issue. It was almost as if I needed to do it myself. It kind of felt like a cop-out but I knew it needed to be done.
I understood why she was reluctant. I’m not a complete idiot. She was afraid it would affect my business, my very livelihood, and that made me care for her all the more. She worried for Tobi and me, not for herself.
Sexy and humble, she was an absolute prize.
Still, there was this looming unease I felt whenever Ted was around. Which was often. We shared the same office building. More than once he’d commented on wanting to stalk the guy he was sure was dating Dalia.
He angrily said the guy was a scumbag, hiding his relationship. Going behind Ted’s back like a coward. “What kind of man would hide from his girlfriend’s father
?” he asked.
It had enraged me. It’d taken everything I had to keep from shouting back. I took it personally, how could I not?
But Ted didn’t know he was talking about me. I had to keep reminding myself of that. The closer Dalia and I got, the harder it was to keep silent. I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be able to hold back. Frankly, it wasn’t fair to Ted or me.
“Are you all right?” Dalia asked, breaking into my thoughts. I turned my head and looked over at her. She was lying naked in my bed, the morning sunlight sifting through the windows, setting her body aglow. Her breasts were full, nipples peaked in the chilly morning air. I reached over and rubbed my hand against one of her breasts, enjoying the way her nipple hardened at my touch, goosebumps rising on her skin in reaction to my caress.
Dalia murmured in the back of her throat and stretched underneath my hand.
I loved waking up to this. She’d only stayed over a few times, worried that Tobi would catch on. Frankly, I didn’t care anymore. I wanted her to stay.
I never wanted her to leave.
We’d made a routine of our lives together, grocery shopping, picnics in the park, evening movies at home with popcorn and homemade cookies. At night, Dalia would brush and braid Tobi’s hair and I’d watch them, feelings I can’t even describe swelling in my chest.
We were like a family, and the longer Dalia spent with us, the harder it was for me to see her leave every night. Just having her here now, lying next to me, languid from sleep, had my heart rolling over in my chest.
“I’m just thinking,” I said softly. Dalia rolled on her side and my eyes followed her body, my cock stirring at the sight of her nakedness. She did things to me I didn’t know how to describe with words. She noticed too and reached between us, grasping my hard length in her small hand. I groaned as she slid her hand up, then down slowly, circling her thumb around the sensitive tip of my cock.
Fuck. She always knew exactly how to get me going.
“Thinking about what?” she asked teasingly. I shook my head, not able to respond. That happened when she touched me. Took all thought away with one caress. Primal instinct took over and all I wanted to do was take what she was offering. Like right now, when suddenly all I could think about was pinning her to these sheets and kissing her senseless, sliding my cock up her inner thigh and tracing the outline of her pussy, fingering her lips, making her wet for me, until she begged me to fuck her.
“We should get up, Tobi will be awake soon and we have that picnic to attend,” I finally managed. The company had been doing so well that Ted and I had scheduled a family picnic for the staff. It was planned for later that afternoon. It would be another event, another long, agonizing occasion where I would have to hide my feelings for Dalia. I wasn’t sure I could manage it.
I sucked in a breath when she squeezed my dick, tugging gently. “Why don’t we take care of this first, then we’ll get up,” she suggested, her husky voice sliding over me like warm butter. She kissed my lips briefly before sliding down the bed, looming over me.
“But Tobi–” I broke off with a hiss as she took me into her mouth. Pleasure slammed into me with full force. Dalia did that to me.
Only Dalia.
She hummed with pleasure at the back of her throat, sending my dick vibrating in her mouth. I grasped the bed sheets and squeezed, my hips lifting off the bed.
“Shit,” I breathed, a shudder moving through me.
“Mmm, you like that?” she asked, before taking me as far down her throat as she could. When she moved her head back, she sucked with all her might and I jerked underneath her, my dick straining for release, the muscles in my stomach bunching tight.
With just one look she could have me coming. It stunned me every time.
“Turn around,” I demanded suddenly. I wanted to see her ass. She grinned, the tip of my cock set behind her teeth. She grazed the head gently with her teeth and I shivered. “Do it, turn around,” I said roughly. She complied, turning her body around and kneeling above me. It put her ass right at my nose, and her dripping cunt, right to my mouth.
I took advantage.
I grasped both of her cheeks with my hands and pulled tight, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. I felt her grasp my cock with both her hands, and in unison with her mouth, begin pumping my thick length. My hips moved under her and I closed my eyes, pleasure coursing through me.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, as she picked up speed. God, I was so close already, the head of my dick was so sensitive that every time she sucked I jerked underneath her. It felt so good.
So, fucking, good.
I reared forward, using my tongue to trace the slit of her wet pussy. I tasted her sweet juices and it made me hotter for her. She moaned, wiggling her hips in invitation. I searched her lips with my tongue and found her clit. I flicked my tongue against it several times and Dalia stilled her movements, her body convulsing above me.
I grinned. I loved this, knowing that I made her feel this way. There was nothing sexier than making her melt and shake beneath me.
Or above me.
I replaced my mouth with my fingers, stroking her clit as I tongue fucked her. She cried out in pleasure, before swallowing my cock down her throat. I moaned her name as my dick swelled. I felt it, the pleasure, the intense strain as my balls tightened in release. I swear I saw fireworks behind my eyelids.
I came in her mouth in a rush and a few moments later, I felt her entire body tense, her hips bucking with her own release. I swallowed her juices as she climaxed, her body, glistening and pliant above me.
Slowly, we both came down and Dalia moved, settling back into my side, cuddling close. We both were silent as our hearts slowed down, our breathing in sync.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I said out loud. Dalia wrapped her arms around me.
“I feel the same way.”
I closed my eyes. It was already turning out to be the perfect day.
5
Cedric
Dalia had left the house before Tobi had woken up, leaving me a few minutes alone in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. I stood there, staring out the window, thinking about how difficult it was to let Dalia go. Every day it became harder.
I try not to analyze my feelings too closely too often. I always felt it did more bad than good. All that mattered was I liked being with Dalia and Tobi did too. Watching them together, and seeing how happy Tobi could be with another adult, changed my perspective. I was thinking about the future and it was becoming impossible to imagine without Dalia in it.
She’d become just as important to me as Tobi, just as integral in my life. It was all the things she did for us, the feelings I had when she was around. I was experiencing emotions that were brand new to me. It was Tobi’s excited face whenever she saw Dalia, her squeals of laughter and how she lifted her arms high for Dalia to pick her up and hold her. It was the mutual love I’d see on their faces that warmed my own heart.
I didn’t want a future without her.
Shaking my head, I took a sip of coffee. It was strong and dark, just how I liked it. I heard Tobi’s feet padding down the hall and I smiled as she ran into the kitchen, arms open for a hug. I sat my coffee down and picked her up, snuggling her.
“Daddy,” she said. I breathed deep her special baby scent and closed my eyes. I could imagine Dalia here, getting breakfast together, coming in for a group hug, packing lunch for the picnic. It was such a simple picture but it was amazing.
I wanted that.
“Let’s get ready for the day, hmm?” I asked Tobi. She nodded against my shoulder. “Pancakes or waffles?” She grinned.
“Waffles!” she squealed as she wiggled from my arms and ran towards the bench seat in the kitchen window. No matter what, our Saturday tradition continued.
Once Tobi was up and breakfast complete, our morning flew by. Later that day we found ourselves in Central Park.
The company had outdone themselves, decorating a large picnic area with ba
lloons, checkered tablecloths, and games all over the lawn. There was badminton, croquet, and even a beanbag toss. It reminded me of a small town fair with booth games, a clown and even face painting.
I was glad I had suggested to Ted to make sure there were activities for the children. It was a nice change to see my colleagues enjoying the day with their families. Having Tobi really gave me a special perspective on life.
The area was swarming with families. I looked down at Tobi, who could barely stand still, her small hand gripped in mine. She never did have any trouble making friends. I had worried about that once. I knew what it was like being an only child, and I’d had to really try hard to move outside my comfort zone as a child and make friends.
That wasn’t Tobi’s struggle, though. She was as social as her birth mother. She naturally connected with other children and they enjoyed being around her. I was thankful for that.
“Play?” she asked, looking up at me hopefully. I smiled, nodding. I watched her run over to a group of children her own age, playing in a sandbox. With one eye on her, I scanned the crowd looking for Dalia. I hadn’t seen her yet.
“Hey Cedric,” Ted said, coming up to clasp me on the shoulder. “This was a damn good idea,” he said, looking around. I agreed. It was a great idea. Everyone was chatting, enjoying Central Park and the beautiful day. Several people had made their way over to the buffet and the aroma coming from the barbecue was amazing.
“Where’s Dalia?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too eager.
“She should be around. I asked her to come to watch Tobi so you can mingle and have fun,” Ted said, grinning from ear to ear. I wasn’t sure what to make of Ted’s change of attitude. Lately, anytime he mentioned Dalia he was frowning and complaining. But now, he was all smiles and good cheer.
Something wasn’t right.
“You’re in a good mood,” I commented. Ted laughed.
“I’m just happy that the company is doing well. That’s all. I mean, really, look at everyone Ced,” Ted said, gesturing towards all the employees. I looked around again. And he was right. Everyone was having a great time. The weather was good, sunny but not too hot. There was a slight breeze and it smelled of summer.
