Dahlia

MY INNER TODDLER IS stomping her feet as Davis knocks on the bedroom door.

“Come in.”  I snap.  I've donned my nun’s habit, I will not sully you with any sight of my unholy flesh.”

The door swings open and I note the way he’s looking at me, like a father trying to hold back on disciplining a brat.  But I don’t care.  I’ve never felt like this.  When I was sitting on his lap, my God, the tingling feeling between my legs was freaking demanding. I wanted to keep moving, pushing myself down on what I know was his hard man length... but he stopped me.

“Good girl.”  He grunts and those tingles come to life again a hundred-fold.

“You know, you can’t kiss a girl like that then just leave her hanging.”  I fuss, trying anything I can think of to get him to cave.

“I didn’t leave you hanging.”  He grouses as he comes over and stands next to the side of the bed where I’m sitting cross-legged under the covers, wearing a freshly laundered red and brown plaid flannel.  He gave me a white tank top undershirt and a pair of his boxers to put on as well, but... well, I just conveniently forgot.  So all that is between us now is this shirt and his resolve.  “I made you dinner, fed you, and now you’re going to sleep.  You under the covers and me, right here, fully dressed on top of the covers.”

I roll my eyes and fail to fight off the little yawn that comes out.

He makes this snapping sound in his cheek with his tongue and my belly flutters as I look up at this enormous man.

“Lay down.” 

I do as he says and he clicks off the light next to my side of the bed before making his way around and crawling onto the mattress next to me.  The weight of his meaty arm presses down across my belly as he secures it there, tugging me close as his masculine scent awakens my inner hoe.

“Good night, Babygirl.”  He whispers in my ear with a soft kiss on my cheek.

I grunt, wondering how I’ll ever be able to sleep with this knot of tension between my legs.

I listen to his breathing as I lay still.  It’s not slowing.  I wonder if he’s having the same problem I am, so I take a deep breath and a big chance.

“If you won’t touch me, I’m going to touch myself.”

I feel him stiffen and his breathing stops, so I take no prisoners and toss off the covers, lifting and shoving his heavy arm back onto him.  I kick at the comforter and sheet until I’m laying on top and unbutton the single button I’d secured on his shirt.  There is a light cascading in from the open door and it’s enough that I know he can see whatever I’m doing.

“Stop it.”  His tense voice only urges me on.

“Stop what?  This?”  I toy as I tiptoe two fingers down the opening of the shirt.  I don’t spread it wide, I’m feeling my oats but there’s still a thread of reservation and shyness skirting the edges of my new found inner vixen.

I hear the rumble, down low in his chest as I flatten my palm down below my belly button and slide it lower until the tips of my fingers just brush where my labia slit starts.

“Yes. Fuck.  Stop it.”

“You gonna make me?” 

His breathing comes faster next to me and the arm that was tossed across my body now comes up, his hand curling around the base of my throat.  If he thought that was going to stop me, boy, it won’t.  The feel of his rough fingers ever so slightly clenching around my neck sends a gush of arousal out of me and the slickness coats where my thighs are still pressed together.

“Dahlia.”  He says my name like it hurts him, but he shifts his hips until the fly on his jeans is pressed into my hip.  “Please.”

“Please?”  I raise my knees and open them, turning my head to look into his face which looks like he’s about to combust or kill someone. 

“I can’t watch you...”  He closes his eyes as I dip my fingers low and into my folds.

My head pushes back into the pillow but I keep my eyes on him as a low breath shakes from my throat.

“You started it with that kiss.  You can’t blame me, Daddy.  If you won’t touch me...”

“Fuck.”  The word is so full of raw desire it sends more dripping lubrication from my body.

The erection I first felt sitting on his lap is now solidly digging into my hip as the hand at my throat pulses, tightening then loosening. 

I drop my fingers lower, feeling the slick softness of my body as I run them up and down, listening to our breathing fall into sync and our eyes latch on.  I never imagined doing this in front of someone before, but with Davis... for whatever reason I lose all inhibitions.  Nothing feels shameful or embarrassing.  I’m so free in this moment it’s hard to believe this is still me.

I drop my knees wider, my one leg resting against Davis’s thigh as he adjusts himself up on the elbow of his other arm, looking down at me.

“Not like that.”  He glances down to where my fingers are gliding up and down inside my outer lips.  “Take them out.  Then take two fingers, and I want you to lightly run them up and down outside on those pouty cunt lips.  And keep your fucking eyes on me the whole time.  Don’t you dare look away.  You do exactly as I say, you hear me?”

My back arches at his words and my mouth goes dry.  I do as he says, immediately and so softly and slowly, begging to traverse my damp fingers upward on my pussy lips.

“Slower.” He commands and I acquiesce.  “There, good girl.”

The way he keeps his eyes pinned on me only heightens this need, this near-crazy desire that covers me from head to toe.  I take in all of him, softly lit from the hall; the slightly crooked arch of his nose and the scruff of his beard offsetting an absolutely crystal intensity in his wild green eyes.

I hear him swallow as my mouth opens slightly and my breaths become uneven. 

“I want to put them inside me.”  I whisper, the building tension in me almost unbearable.

Where his body touches mine, heat radiates outward.  He’s not rubbing himself onto me, but I’m so acutely aware of his stiff arousal that his control is pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“No.”  His voice thickens and a devilish smile pulls at his lips. The slightest glint of perfectly-imperfect white teeth peek out from behind his full lips.  “Do as I tell you until I tell you otherwise.”

My belly quivers at the calm dominance of each word.  My inner thighs follow suit and soon I’m vibrating all over.

“God.” The word catches in my throat as I squirm and the muscles in my back tighten, making my belly arch upward and my hips press down into the soft mattress.

“Now, take two fingers and circle right around that clit. Don’t you dare touch it, just move around it.  You understand me?”  His gruff tone deepens and a quick squeeze from the hand at my throatreminds me of his ownership.

I nod, unable to form words as I do as he says, my fingers moving in a circle around my hard nub, driving me nearly mad.

“Please, I need more.  This is making me crazy.”  I beg, but my words only raise an eyebrow and he licks his teeth.

“Don’t you dare.  I’ll tell you when.  You want to come, don’t you, Babygirl?”

I nod vigorously, biting into my bottom lip, pleading with my eyes but only drawing more intensity than before, crystallizing his focus.

“Well, not yet.  I won’t allow it.  You know I’m thinking right now of all the dirty things I want to do with you.  When the time is right, I’m going to fill up that sweet wet cunt with my own fingers.  I’ll shove them into you over and over until you fill my hand with your cum.  You’ll make the most beautiful noises on that first orgasm. Then, I’ll bury my face between your legs.  I’ll taste you from that cute little asshole of yours right up to that clit that’s begging to be touched right now.  Then I’ll lap at your opening until you give me your second orgasm and I swallow every drop.  And I’ll probably tongue fuck you more, because I can tell already from the scent of you, that once I get a taste, I’ll never want to leave.”

“When?”  I moan out, never before understanding what true need could be, not until now.  I need him.  I need him to let me come, and I would do anything to have him touch me right now.  But I know he won’t and that’s making it all so much more exquisite. 

“When I say.  Now, two fingers, I want them down and inside you. Get some of that juice and then bring those fingers up here.  Put them in my mouth.  Then and only then will I maybe let you come.”

He drops his hand from my neck as I dip my fingers down and find the sopping wetness at my opening.  I plunge them in and out until they’re sticky with my desire, then bring them up and watch his face as I timidly touch his lips.

He’s voracious, sucking my fingers into his mouth and running his tongue around and between the fingertips as his other hand drops and I hear the zipper on his jeans.  The knowledge of what he’s doing forces a soft moan from my throat as his hips jerk and I feel his knuckles connect with the soft flesh of my hip and begin to move up and down.

When I take my fingers from the warmth of his mouth, I’m so close to my orgasm I may not even need to touch myself.  Feeling the slight movement of the bed and the way his hand is working his cock next to me is more erotic than I could imagine.

“Get your hand back in that cunt.  Work your clit and get a finger inside you.  We’re going to come together.”

I sink my fingers into my opening as fast as I can, our eyes on each other and our movements fall into a rhythm.  His face is tightening and I can tell he’s close.  My palm presses down on my clit as I shove two fingers into my gushing cunt.

“Oh my God.”  I close my eyes, my own scent on his breath as our self pleasure builds and the tightness starts in my core.

“Then, once I am done eating you out, I’ll flip you over, line up my cock, cover you with my body and kiss you right between your shoulder blades as I sink deep in one stroke.  It would hurt, I won’t lie.  You’re small.  I’d go as slow as I could, of course, but it wouldn’t be gentle.  My need to fuck you isn’t soft, Dahlia, it’s hard.  As hard as you’ve made me right now.  And you’d like it like that, wouldn’t you?  You’re innocent, but you’d take what I give you and want more...”

“Please, oh God...”  I’m gone and I hear Davis roar out next to me.

His lips are on mine in the next moment and I taste myself as his tongue opens my mouth, spinning inside, devouring my scream. 

I feel warm, sticky liquid on my hip and it only spurs another wave of pleasure to tighten on my fingers as my hips raise up and every part of my body comes alive.

He pulls back from our kiss, leaving me panting, and his eyes move up and down my body for the first time. I’ve had orgasms before, but not like this.  They were child’s play compared to what just happened and Davis didn’t even touch me. 

He kisses my cheek and I’m a puddle.

“That’s a good girl.  Now, put those fingers back in my mouth.”