He closed the distance and pulled my body against him. His lips were gentle and when his tongue licked the seam of mine I immediately opened for him.
I missed tasting him, playing this game, dancing to this beat that we were both familiar with. Only this time, there was no winner, no leader, we were both just taking part in tasting the other.
“Hold me, Daddy,” I whispered.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled at my thighs until they were wrapped around his waist.
“Now make love to me.”
He pulled back to look into my eyes, “Oh, Princess, not tonight. I don’t think you’re—”
I kissed him again before pulling back and gazing into his eyes, “Make love to me, Dominic. Don’t make me beg.”
His face hardened for a moment, eyes roaming my face, maybe trying to judge whether or not
