Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

His heart was pounding, his hands trembling from the effort it took to lay her down gently. He covered her, allowing their bodies no chance of separation while he kissed and caressed her, learning her taste, her curves, and how to touch her to win more of those intoxicating whimpers and gasps. When he rocked his hips against the naked cradle of her thighs, the wetness grew obvious as liquid arousal saturated the cotton of his sweats… and his cock beneath that.

"Naughty, naughty, my sweet, wee bairn," he crooned.

Her whole body shivered underneath him.

His lips never left hers, and god, if her taste wasn't his undoing. He never should have touched her, but there was no stopping now. And god knows, she wasn't trying to stop him either.

Her hands never left him, alternating between caressing his face, his arms and his back, and gripping his shoulders so tightly that her nails dug into his skin. It didn't hurt. Quite the contrary. He wasn't submissive or masochistic, not by a long stretch. But for his baby girl to rake him with her kitten-claws sent his dominant side soaring. He could not help himself. If her needy Little half wanted to feel Daddy's authority and control even in the intimacy of sex, he was more than happy to give her what she needed.

He needed it too.

Three times in rapid succession, he pumped hard into the cradle of her eager hips. By the last, she was humping her hips up to meet the bump of his. Her back arched; her bottom grinding into the bedsheets. His cock hurt, it was so hard, and these gray sweats were far more confining than the loose fabric should have allowed. He had to get them off, now, leaving no more boundaries between his flesh and hers.

She grabbed at the waistband of his pants; he grabbed her wrists in both hands, briefly crushing her under his weight, before pinning them to the bed above her head.

"Daddy is in charge," he growled when she groaned out her frustration. "Especially in bed."

She thrashed her head from one side to the other, and her voice was all big girl Chloe when she cried, "Daddy… please!"

"Please what?"

That delicate pink blush was wandering over her, flushing from her cheeks, down her neck to stain her chest and breasts. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, and everytime she arched, she thrust them upwards, as if beckoning his mouth to come and drink.

Already his mouth was watering and his balls drawing up tight as his cock twitched. He was so hard already. He needed to be inside her, but his will was stronger than his own need to have her. Not until after he'd reduced her to little more than a limp, exhausted, thoroughly pleasured submissive.

His cock had other plans. It took everything he had not to shove himself all the way up inside her, but gritting his teeth and with the help of his free hand, he stroked the tip of him up and down along her slit, parting her juicy folds to bathe himself in the flood of her arousal.

It had been so long, but it wasn't any of his past Littles he was thinking about as he grabbed her right buttock, squeezing just to hear her whimper, before hoisting her knee to his hip. She obediently wrapped both legs around his waist, her ankles crossing behind his buttocks, her heels nudging into the crack of his ass as she tried to make him move. He knew what she wanted, and it wasn't "no".

He wanted to take his time, to worship her body like she deserved, but he just couldn't. It had been too long and his normally rock-hard self-control just wasn't there. Not with Chloe.

God, he knew better than this.

Shoving up off her, he released her wrists. "Lift your legs," he ordered. "Hold them up, hands beneath your knees. That's a good lassie. Right up to your chest, just like that."

His mouth hungered, his eyes never left the glistening pink of her weeping sheath.

"Daddy?" she whimpered, but he wasn't interested in protests born of shyness. She was his now, and eating at the "Y" was one of his favorite things. And really, what was the likelihood that no one had done this with her before?

Not possible. She was just too beautiful in the throes of pleasure to have a pussy so unnaturally neglected.

He lowered himself to lie between her splayed legs, caressing the inner slopes of her thighs to keep from snapping them closed with his head trapped in between. And yet, like the submissive she was, she obeyed the wordless pressure of his hands and opened her legs as wide apart as they would go. She was already panting, her eyes closed, her head back and anticipation so high she was trembling.

So was he, for that matter.

Lowering his head, he opened his mouth and stole that first long-awaited taste. Salty sweet heaven flooded his mouth, soothing his overly aggressive dominant side, the one now whispering to him to take her hard. To pound her into the mattress until neither one could move, and then keep right on pounding just to see how many times he could make her come before she passed out in his arms.

One time would never be enough; a lifetime just might not be enough, so why did that make his hunger for her grow, instead of his panic?

He knew better than this. He didn't want to hurt her, but that was a very real possibility. If he stayed with her. Slept beside her. Had a nightmare and woke up swinging, just to clock the most perfect Little that he'd yet met right in the jaw.

"Daddy… Daddy…" She whimpered, thrashing her head from side to side, her fingers digging into the softness of her thighs as she struggled to keep from snapping them shut each time he licked, buckled, utterly consumed each drop of liquid pleasure as it came flowing onto his tongue, just like the godly nectar it was.

He would never get enough of her, and yet he knew better than to try turning this attraction into a relationship. He'd sooner cut off his own arms than hurt her. Apparently, he wasn't ready to cut off his dick for the same reason.

His tongue twirled her pretty little clit, and every muscle in her thighs tightened.

"Open your legs," he ordered when they clamped onto his head.

She obeyed, her body shuddering with need, her breathing little more than tiny hitching gasps that exhaled into shivery moans that made his cock twitch. He punished her anyway, laying three gentle, yet crisp slaps directly to her glistening pussy folds.

Her back arched, her immediate shout of surprise reverberating through the bedroom. She almost snapped her knees together, but he saw her catch herself just in time. Her battle for obedience spurred his hunger for her that much higher.

"Spread them," he purred, and whimpering, she did.

He gave her another set of three gentle slaps and watched as she squeaked and squirmed, grinding her bottom against the mattress. The sound of each impact was wet, however, and his fingers came away glistening with the sweetest of feminine nectar. He licked the taste from his fingers, growling as his own need grew by leaps.

"I am going to let go of your hips. You are going to spread your thighs as wide as you can and hold them there until I say you can move. Understand?"

She rapidly nodded, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her face as pink as a rose. She tried to cover her face, her embarrassment at what he was about to do beyond obvious.

He loved it. And the twitches of her hips as she fought her own need to hold as still as she could, the jutting tips of her stiff nipples, the swollen, needy lips of her pretty pussy as he rubbed where he'd spanked, slowly spreading her most intimate folds, baring the weeping pinkness of her sheath and the shyly protruding of her clit. As if pleading to him for more. He stroked it with his rough thumb.

Soon, little one, he promised, licking his lips.

"Look at me," he ordered.

Whimpering, she uncovered her face. Propped as she was on the pillow, she looked down the length of her sweet body, locking her gaze with his.

"Eyes on me," Hamish told her. "Don't look away, if you want to come."

The rosy blush eating up her cheeks deepened, darkened. But her eyes, oh those beautiful blue orbs, widened, the hue turning smoky and glazed with her own wanton hunger. The eyes were windows into the soul, or so Shakespeare once said. He kept his locked with hers, because if that was true he wanted to watch how deeply he touched her soul as he slid his cock inside her for the first time.

"Daddy," she whispered, but it wasn't to make him stop.

He didn't know if he could, at this point. His body was thrumming, pounding along in time with the heady beating of his pulse. He could feel it everywhere–in his head, his chest, his cock and balls picking up the beat until the only thought in his head was how much he wanted her in turn. Needed her.

Ached for her, and there was no holding back.

She sucked a hard breath when he opened his mouth, letting it out in a low shuddering moan when he swooped in.

Forget light and loving touches, he devoured her, lashing her with the full force of his tongue just to hear her gasp, again and again. He sucked and nibbled her folds, edging her, scraping her thighs and clit with his beard until she was arching and damn near crying. Oh, she was going to cry all right. She was going to cry for him, only him, and he would lick and kiss the salty tears from her cheeks while he loved her–fucked her–driving her from climax to climax until she was crying for real. And begging him to stop as the relentless pleasure heightened all the way until it was pain, and she just couldn't come anymore.

He was going to exhaust her, exhaust himself, but he wasn't going to stop. Not until he had nothing left to give her. Until he couldn't move, not so much as a finger, not even enough to roll over, fold her into his embrace, and hold her all night long. Close to his chest. Tucked right up against his heart, where she belonged. Where he wished he could hold her forever.

He didn't want to dwell on all the reasons why that would be impossible, he just threw himself into loving her, wrapping himself in the here and now and the joy of holding her smaller body as close to him as she would come.

"Daddy!" Chloe shouted, her body stiffening, her back arching, her eyes closing for the first time since he'd told her not to. She came, hard, flooding his tongue with her pleasure.

"Delicious," he said, savoring the taste of her on his lips. A predator with its prey fallen before him, he crawled up her body, his gaze fixed on her, unwavering. "Last chance. Tell me no and I'll stop."

Maybe. He wasn't sure he had the self-control. He was shaking now, every bit as badly as she was. He needed her, but did she need him every bit as much?

Chloe held out her hands, stroking his shoulders as he settled his strong body over hers, and did not tell him stop. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. Her breath was the sweetest caress as she softly sighed, "More, Daddy. Mor–"

He kissed the word from her mouth, opening to the eager thrust of her tongue. It felt like dancing, their tongues twirling, twining, loving one another. God, he wanted to take his time, but the next thing he knew he was inside her. The heat… the heavenly embrace of her pussy clenching the length of his cock as he pushed himself with painstaking slowness up inside her. The block of her hymen was a shocking barrier that gave way to him even as he recognized it for what it was.

His perfect wee lassie had come to him a virgin.

Gentle, gentle, gentle… But her soft gasp was his undoing. His self-control snapped, his inner Dom erupting with all the force of his arousal. He took her, hard, fast, locking her wrists on the mattress as his hips pumped between her thighs, luxuriating every time her body stiffened beneath his and that wondrous tremor took hold of his cock as her pussy quivered along in time to the orgasm he drove into her.

Her claws raked his back and he almost came himself, the pain exquisite. He nipped her bottom lip in turn, giving the kitten in her a relatively gentle introduction to the wolf in him.

She grabbed his ass, her nails digging into his buttocks while the heels of her feet drove him to pump harder… harder…

"Harder!" she shouted, her body erupting into another shudder of pleasure. She burst into tears, the ecstasy more than she knew how to handle, but he knew.

Rising on shaky arms, he pounded her into the mattress, the slapping of their hips the metronome by which he drove her to her final climax. The tightening of her walls around him sparked the heady rip of his own heart-pounding orgasm as it tore through him. He couldn't get deep enough as his seed spurted right up against her womb.

Condom, he belatedly realized.

Shit.

Well, he knew he was clean, and certainly she was. He was too far gone to consider the possibility of an eighteen-year mistake, well… he'd be far-pressed to call it a mistake, the mixing of his genes with hers, creating a tiny little person with facial features so much like their mother's that he'd be reminded of her every time he looked at them.

His limp cock slid out of her, freeing them from one another, the loss of that physical contact saddening. Chloe wasn't moving. Cupping her cheek, he gently rolled her head to face him. Her eyes were closed, but she was breathing–he checked.`She'd passed out. Relaxing again, he pulled her closer, exhaustion forcing his eyes closed long before he had drunk his fill of her.

Four , he sleepily counted. That was the number of orgasms he'd wrung from her, as far as he'd been able to tell..

Good baseline for their first intimate encounter.

He'd do better next time. Checking to make sure she was sound asleep, he kissed her on the temple and then got up and returned to his own bed in the house next door.