by Emerson Rose
“Oh, wow, okay.”
“Can we go again?” Tori asks Sasha batting her long lashes trying to tempt her to stay on the beach.
“A few more times then we have to go inside and get cleaned up for bed. I can’t believe you’re still awake myself. I’m exhausted.”
I watch the two of them in the water, we finish their grand sandcastle, and we drag ourselves up the steps into the house when the sun threatens to go down on us.
“I’ll give her a bath. Leave the kitchen. I’ll get it when she’s in bed,” Sasha says nudging Tori’s bottom up the stairs.
“Come give me a kiss when you’re done,” I call out to Tori looking at Sasha. I wiggle my eyebrows, and she blushes and skips up the stairs.
I rinse the dishes and put the leftovers in the fridge for tomorrow while the two of them are gone. Then I pick up the living room a bit and stretch out on the couch. I must have been more tired than I thought because when I open my eyes, it’s been two hours, and the house is dark.
Upstairs, I find Tori and Sasha sleeping in Tori’s bed. They both have on pajamas—Tori’s are lemon yellow frilly shorts and a matching top, and Sasha is in a knee-length satin floral number with spaghetti straps that instantly makes my cock hard.
They’d been reading when they fell asleep. A stack of short stories is between them, and one is open and spread across Sasha’s chest. I pad across the room and kiss my comatose daughter on the forehead. She doesn’t even flinch she’s so exhausted, and that’s without her sleeping pills.
Then, I carefully remove the stack of books from the bed and slip the one they were reading out of Sasha’s hands. I can’t take my eyes off of her perfect breasts under the satin nightgown. Her hard nipples beg for me to touch them, and the soft moan that escapes her lips when I cover her with a blanket makes me want to toss her over my shoulder like a caveman and haul her to my bed.
I can’t do that, though, but I also can’t bring myself to leave her, so I pull up a chair and prop my feet on the edge of the bed to watch her sleep with an erection the size of the Willis Tower.
Sasha Rivers makes the most erotic sounds when she sleeps. She also murmurs and makes facial expressions that make me want to know what she’s dreaming about. An hour later, I’m dozing off myself when I hear it.
She says my name clear as day. I’m positive I didn’t misunderstand her. “Xander, please…”
Oh shit. Xander, please what? Xander, please don’t stop? Xander, please kiss me? Xander, please leave me alone and never touch me again? No, she would never say that. I’ve gotten a few mixed signals from her but nothing like that.
I sit up and wait for her to say something else, but she’s quiet. I should walk away, let her sleep, and ignore the fact that she practically moaned my name in her sleep. Yeah right, no fucking way.
Standing, I glance at Tori who is sprawled out like a starfish softly snoring on her back. That’s a sign that she’s deep sleeping and only an earthquake ranking a nine on the Richter Scale would begin to wake her. Perfect.
I move to the edge of the bed and slip one arm under Sasha’s knees and the other under her neck. Lifting her light body easily, I start out of the room expecting her to wake up and protest, but she doesn’t.
Instead, she nuzzles against my neck and murmurs something unintelligible. Good God, am I getting away with this? I know it’s wrong. I was going to give her time. I wasn’t going to rush her. I was going to move molasses-slow, but she’s just so damn beautiful.
In my bedroom, I close the door for the first time in five years. I’ve never had a woman in my bed. I’m into one-night stands at hotels, or, if she’s single, at her house, but I never sleep over, and I never see the same woman twice.
None of that applies to Sasha. I lay her down on the bed and sit next to her waiting for her to wake up. When she doesn’t, I move in and kiss her softly on her full, pouty lips. She opens for me, and I slide my tongue into her mouth. I’m not sure if she’s fully awake, or awake at all, but she is responsive, so I keep going.
Her hands float up to my shoulders, and I ease myself on top of her nestling in between her legs. I pull away for a moment to look into her eyes and make sure this is okay, but they are closed.
“Sasha? Are you awake?”
“Shush, don’t talk, I’m dreaming.”
I smile and press my erection against her belly. She opens her legs wide for me wrapping them around my waist in what I take as an invitation to continue.
I trail kisses down her neck and slide her flimsy little nightie up her body giving me access to every inch of her gorgeous dark skin. As a plastic surgeon, I have a special appreciation of skin, bone structure, and other aspects of the human body. Sasha is perfect. Usually, I can find a flaw in any woman’s body but not hers.
I cup her full, round breasts and take turns sucking and pinching her stiff nipples. Her hands thread through my hair, and each time I pinch, she grabs tight and pulls a little harder. Down, down I go until I’m circling her navel with my tongue and slipping off her matching floral panties.
I check again to see if her eyes are open, but they are still closed. Watching her face carefully for any sign of hesitance, I press her knees wide open and crouch down. I lick her slick, bare mound slipping my tongue into her slit to tease her, and she gasps.
“Don’t move,” I growl. I tug my shirt off over my head and toss it onto the floor along with my shorts. We are both naked now except for her nightgown that is pushed up over her breasts. I swoop down and catch her by surprise again, but this time I don’t tease.
My tongue dances across her skin lapping up her sweetness making her orgasm once, twice, and when she’s on the verge of coming a third time, I pause.
“Oh God, please don’t stop, I’m almost there again,” she pants.
I move up onto my hands and knees and hover over her body. “I know, but I need to get a condom.”
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean, swear to God, check my medical records.” Her words tumble from her lips frantic and desperate.
She’s right, she is clean. I remember now, and I trust she wouldn’t lie about being on the pill. I haven’t had unprotected sex since I was fifteen. I don’t even remember what it feels like, and the idea of it right now with this woman excites me beyond comprehension.
“You’re sure it’s okay?”
“Yes, yes, please, it’s fine.”
“Aren’t you worried about me? How do you know I’m clean?”
“You were going to use a condom, weren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Dirty guys don’t bother, and I trust you.” She reaches up and claws at my ass, and I lose my train of thought. Fuck it, she’s good, and I know I’m good.
I lower my hips down and press the tip of my cock against her opening planning on going slow, teasing, tempting, but she’s too far gone for that. She takes hold of my cock and guides me inside pushing against my ass with her heels making it happen fast and deep. She feels so good, skin against skin, no barrier, nothing keeping me from feeling every tiny movement and sensation.
“Oh God, yes, Xander, you feel so good. I knew you would.”
“You’ve been thinking about this, baby?” I say in a husky voice against her ear thrusting in deep, taking her breath away.
“Yes, since I saw your ass in those scrubs in the ER.”
Wow, she thinks my ass looks good in those baggy things? I guess it’s no stranger than me thinking she was sexy with an avocado nose and two five-inch gashes on her face.
I bend down and suck her nipple hard, she cries out, and I remember where I am and who I’m with. As bad as I want to take her every way possible and fuck her until she screams my name, I know we have to be discrete and semi-quiet. Tori is a good sleeper, but if she hears Sasha crying out, she might wake up.
I rise and slide her legs over my shoulders to enter deep. Her hands fly out to her sides clutching the sheets. I watch her breasts bounce with every thrust and marvel at h
ow perfect they are. It’s amazing that they are natural. I couldn’t have made them better myself.
“I’m… oh God, Xander, I’m coming,” she says with a gasp arching her back off the bed. I feel her contracting around me, and after three more thrusts, I follow pushing in deep and holding it there. I’m usually very vocal when I come, but in this unique situation, I grit my teeth and quietly hiss the word fuck until my cock stops pulsing, and I collapse on top of her soaking wet body.
After a minute of both of us catching our breath, I prop up on my elbows and find her eyes open. “Good dream?” I ask.
“The best.”
“Really? The best dream ever?”
“The absolute best dream I’ve ever had in my life, yes.”
“Wow.”
“You sure do know how to wake a girl up.”
“You were driving me crazy. Do you know you talk in your sleep?”
“Yeah, I’ve been told that a few times. What did I say?”
I clear my throat and say in my best girl impression, “You said, Xander, don’t stop, make love to me all night long every night for the rest of time.” I wiggle my eyebrows and wait for her reaction. She tries to hold back, but after a few seconds, she busts out laughing.
“No way. I’ve never spoken full sentences in my sleep, first of all, and I’m sure I didn’t say all of that!”
“Okay, okay, it was more like, Xander don’t. I added the rest.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I was having a delicious dream about you, and when you carried me to your bed, I wasn’t sure if I was awake or not.”
“When did you know?”
“When you kissed me.”
“Why?”
“That kiss gave me butterfly zings in my pussy.”
“It did what?” I’ve never known a woman who called her vagina a pussy. It’s usually koochie or cooter or hoo-ha but never pussy.
“You gave my pussy butterfly zings. I can’t resist butterfly zings.”
“Say it again.”
“What? Pussy or butterfly zings?”
“Pussy, definitely pussy.”
“Pussy. What?” she asks looking puzzled.
“That’s so hot. Women never call it that. I love it.”
“I’ll try to remember that.”
I roll us onto our sides facing each other and use my foot to pull up the covers. “I want to spoon with you for a while, but you’ll have to go back to your room before Tori wakes up, so she’s not confused.”
She shrugs and rolls over pressing her gorgeous soft ass against my semi-erect cock. There’s no way I’m done with her yet. I’m getting harder by the second. I slide my hand up her flat belly and cup one of her breasts pushing my cock against her ass.
“Mmm, am I dreaming again?”
“I don’t know, what do you think?”
“I think yes.”
“Good. I think yes, too.” I bite her neck and slide my cock up and down against her ass dreaming of getting back inside her.
“Did you hear that?” she says, her body going stiff.
“No,” I start to say, but then I hear it, too. Little feet pitter-pattering in the hall. “Shit, Tori’s awake.”
“I’ll go in the bathroom so you can put her back to bed,” she says leaping from the bed and slipping on her panties. I exit the bed with a melting boner thanks to the vision of my baby walking in on me having sex with her nanny. How confusing would that have been for her?
“Daddy, why’s your door shut?” Tori asks when I open it.
“I was on the phone before I fell asleep, princess. I didn’t want to wake you, and I forgot to open it when I fell asleep. What are you doing up?”
“I’m thirsty, can I have some water?”
“Yeah, go hop back into bed, and I’ll get you a small bottle from the fridge.” She never asks for a drink before bed or in the middle of the night. She’s too afraid of wetting the bed, so this surprises me. She did have a big day yesterday with Sasha, though. Maybe she’s just a little dehydrated.
I watch her pad back to her room, and I wonder for the billionth time since she was born if I’m doing a good job parenting her. I hope so.
When she is in her room, I return to mine and knock softly on the bathroom door. “She’s back in her room. I’m going downstairs to get her a bottle of water.”
The door opens, and she stands before me braiding her hair. “I’ll head back to my room then. Thanks for the great dream.” She smiles and squeezes past me brushing her breasts against my chest.
“You’re very welcome, anytime, and I mean anytime.”
“Xander, tonight was great, but I’m not sure we should let it happen again. I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, right? What about this isn’t a good idea?”
“Go get Victoria some water, and we can talk about it tomorrow.”
“I don’t want to talk about it tomorrow. I want to talk about it right now.”
She sighs, and I can’t believe I could have misread what just happened between us. No, that was raw passion and feelings. We are attracted to each other, and there’s no other explanation for it.
“Okay, here’s the deal. I’m a poor, uneducated woman, down on my luck, and in debt. You are rich, handsome, probably set for life financially. We don’t match up. We aren’t compatible.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it? How could this possibly ever become anything? We don’t have anything in common besides great sex, and I’m sure you can get that anywhere…” I hold up my hand to stop her.
“Go back to your room. You’re right, we need to talk about this. I’m going downstairs to get Tori some water, and we will talk when I get her tucked in.”
“See? I already feel like a little kid. You’re sending me to my room.”
I scrunch up my face in total confusion. “What?”
“You’re old, I’m young, another incompatibility. What are you like forty?”
“Forty-five.”
“That’s a sixteen-year age gap, Xander.”
“We will talk about this in a few minutes. I have to go downstairs.” I turn and leave her standing in the bathroom with her excuses. Old, I’m not fucking old, and who cares if she’s a few years younger, anyway? She’s going to have to come up with better reasons than that not to date me.
I grab a water and take the stairs two at a time to Tori’s bedroom. She’s sitting in the middle of her bed with the covers pulled up to her waist wide awake. “Here you go, bug. Is this the only reason you’re awake? You didn’t have a bad dream, did you?”
“No. I thought I heard crying, and then when I was awake, I got thirsty.” Shit, I wonder if she heard Sasha and me?
“Well, it’s late. Have a drink and let’s get you tucked back in.”
She takes the water and drinks half of the four-ounce bottle. “That’s good, not too much.” I take the bottle and put it on her bedside table. “It’ll be right here if you need more. Can you sleep now?”
She shrugs, and I know she wants me to lay with her until she falls back to sleep. I crawl on the bed on top of the covers and lay my head on the pillow next to hers. It smells like the ocean and jasmine and candy. It smells like Sasha.
“I love you, my daddy,” she says rolling onto her side to face me.
“I love you, too, princess, more than anything.”
“More than work?”
“Way more than work.”
“More than swimming in the ocean?”
This is a game we play. She thinks of a million things I love and asks if I love her more. I always do.
“Yes, more than swimming in the ocean and any other thing you can think of.”
“More than Sasha?” she says in the tiniest voice.
I prop up on my elbow to give her my undivided attention. “What makes you think I love Sasha?” Her little shoulders go up in a shrug, and she picks at the satin edge of her sheet. “Princess,
I only just met Sasha. We’re friends, and she’s your nanny, that’s all. I like her very much, but I don’t love her.” Do I? How would I know? I’ve never been in love before.
I think about her all the time, have ever since I first laid eyes on her. I look forward to seeing her especially now that she’s living in my house. That’s another thing, I’ve never wanted a woman in my house or around my daughter, but with Sasha, it’s like she belongs here. And now that I’ve had the ultimate pleasure of being inside of her, tasting her, kissing every part of her body, I can’t imagine living without her.
Sure sounds like love, but there’s no way, not after only two weeks, right?
“Daddy?” Tori says pulling me from my contemplation.
“Yeah, honey.”
“Is it okay if I love Sasha? Cuz I do.”
Oh, the innocence of a child. Why can’t it be that easy for me?
“Yes, you can love Sasha, that’s fine. I think she loves you, too.” I tap her on the nose, and she smiles.
“Then how come you can’t love her?”
Oh boy, good question. Now how do I answer it? “Love between grown-ups is a little different, baby. I think it takes longer.”
Two tiny lines form between her eyebrows when she frowns. “That’s stupid.”
I chuckle because I think she may be right. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Prince Charming loved Cinderella when he saw her at the ball, and that was only one night.” She’s got a point. Love at first sight is pretty popular in fairy tales and romance books.
“Listen, sweet girl, that’s a story, and we could talk about this all night, but it’s late, and you need your beauty sleep so close those eyes,” I say brushing my fingers over her eyelids. “And think about the ocean and surfing and the waves until you fall to sleep.”
The very mention of surfing causes her face to break into a smile, and I know I’ve successfully gotten her mind off of love at first sight. I kiss her forehead and slide out of bed. Leaving the door open halfway, I move toward Sasha’s bedroom door. It’s closed. I knock very softly so as not to alert Tori. No answer. I try the doorknob, and it’s locked. Great, she knows I can’t bang on the door because of Tori, but I’m not giving up that easily.
