Logan
“I forgot what it was like to have someone other than me do anything at all here. I usually take Alice to my sister’s house when I’m at work. Anything I don’t do stays undone.”
I kiss Tia again, but not for doing the dishes. I kiss her because she’s here with me, and I want to.
“Did Alice go to sleep?” she asks.
“Yes. Out like a light. She’s cuddling her dog. That was an inspired gift. She’s mad for them. But I think a puppy would be too much chaos just now. I want to get one for her eventually. We had a dog when I was small. He used to go insane when I came in from school.”
Now that Alice is in bed, and we’re alone in the kitchen, I notice Tia biting her lip, yet I don’t think she’s usually the nervous type.
“Did you change your mind now that you understand what you’re getting into?” I ask
“Not at all.”
I smile at her. Maybe she was just thinking. I don’t know. I’m glad if she’s going into this with her eyes wide open. “I’m glad you didn’t make a run for it when I put Alice to bed. How long can you stay?”
“A few hours.”
And I’m even happier. I hoped she wasn’t going to tell me she needed to leave now that dinner is over. “Do you want to watch a movie?”
“A movie would be good, as long as you’re watching it with me.”
“I thought I would just watch you, watching the movie.”
She laughs. “Only watching? Sounds kinky.”
“Maybe a bit of touching as well.”
“Kinkier still.”
I take her by the hand and lead her to the couch, throwing the toys that ended up there today onto the floor, and pick up the remote. “Should I even pretend I’m interested in switching on the TV?”
“I always thought TVs were a terrible invention. Very distracting.”
The remote joins the toys on the floor. I switch on the lamp on the side table and pull her onto my lap for a kiss. I’ll never get tired of kissing her.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous that I’ve been distracted by thoughts of you ever since the party. I don’t need the TV to distract me.” I plant small kisses along the side of her neck and in the hollow of her throat. She nuzzles into me with a soft murmur of pleasure.
I wonder how long it’s been since anyone except her dad told her she was beautiful.
“You are, you know, amazingly lovely.”
“Maybe I’ve got scales and feathers under my clothes that will turn you right off.”
“You hid them well at the Christmas party. I didn’t spot a single scale or feather. But I’d better check in case new ones sprouted.”
She laughs as I pop a couple of buttons from her blouse open and peek inside. “Nope. I don’t see scales and feathers, only lace in here, and…” She squirms on my lap as my hand skims over the mounds of her breasts. “Skin. Beautiful, soft skin.” I dip a finger into the cup of her bra, finding a hardened nipple, and she sucks in a breath. “Something hard here, though.”
I undo more buttons on her blouse and pull one side out of her bra, bending my head to take the peak in my mouth. She moans as I suck on her nipple and graze it with my teeth, her breath coming hard and fast. Then I bite it gently, and she gives out a small squeal.
“Too much?”
“No,” she gasps out, and uncovers the other one, shyly offering it to my mouth.
And when I sense her hips arching, her hands reaching out to tease the hardness raging in my pants, I unbutton her jeans and pull them down to expose the black lace of her panties, her soft, pale thighs as gorgeous as the rest of her.
“See, not a feather or scale in sight,” I say.
“Not too, you know, fat?” she asks.
“Just perfect, ripe for kissing.” I plant a row of kisses along the soft skin from the inside of her knee right up the velvet smooth skin of her thigh to her mound, breathing in the feminine scent of her, pulling her panties to one side and dipping my tongue to taste her for the very first time.
I hear her panting above me, running her fingers through my hair. She raises her hips to meet my mouth, as greedy for my lips as I am to taste more of her.
She’s moving so much I have to hold her steady for my mouth. I pull at her panties so I don’t have to hold them open, and with a tug she is free of them and her jeans.
I look at her lying there, wearing nothing but her bra and blouse, pulled open to my eyes. And then I’m back, pleasuring her with my mouth, teasing her nipples with my fingers as I flick her clit with my tongue, while she gasps beneath me.
When the change in the tone of her voice and the speed of her breath tells me she’s close, I suck that delicious, engorged nub, and she calls out, bucking under me, and squeezes my face between her beautiful, soft thighs.
I kiss my way up her stomach to her breasts, and we lie still for a moment as she regains her composure.
“They should prescribe that for couch surfers everywhere,” she says as I turn my face up to kiss her. “They’d soon turn off their TVs. A much better form of distraction. But now it’s your turn.”
She takes my finger and licks slowly from the base to the tip, and without taking her eyes off me, she circles the tip of my finger with the point of her tongue, and then flicks across it fast, a promise for what she has in mind. I almost come right there. Fucking sexy move, the minx.
I lift her from the couch, ready to carry her to my bed. I want her there where she belongs. I don’t want to spend the next couple of hours, if that’s all we have, making out like teenagers on the couch. I’m going to fuck her as hard as she can take, in my bed, until she screams out my name.
But there’s a cry from upstairs. Alice! Who would be a dad at moments like these? I groan and put Tia down. “I’d better go to her.”
By the time Alice calms down, so have we, and Tia is dressed. “I thought you might bring her down. I didn’t want her to come across a naked lady in her living room who she only met a couple of hours ago. It might have given her a fright. And she might not have invited me back.” She laughs. It’s great that she sees the humor in all this.
“I’d like you to stay the night, but I don’t want to rush you.”
“I don’t feel rushed. But Dad…”
“Yes. I know dads can be very protective.”
She laughs. “I need to get my own place. Once I get a job, I’ll probably move in somewhere with Cassie.”