“That doesn’t mean I’m good for you”
She tilted her head up, brushing her warm lips against mine.
“It means that we’re in this together,” she said. “It means that I could hurt you, too.”
My heart was throbbing through my cock, dying to feel her, dying to sink into the curves of her body.
“Ask me what I want,” she whispered, her lips brushing mine again, filling my mouth with the warmth of her breath.
“Tell me, Daisy,” I breathed. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
“Daisy...” I tried to resist, but the way her hands felt as they tighten around me makes it impossible.
“I want you to be in control,” she whispered. “I want to trust you. I want to surrender.”
I couldn’t resist her anymore. I fight off her grip, twisting her back around and pressed her chest against the glossy stone countertop. I pulled her hands behind her back, gripping her wrists together with one hand. I snake my free hand beneath her hips, plunging down the front of her pants.
My fingers slipped through the slick, sticky warmth that was dripping from her pussy and I pry her lips apart with my fingertips, finding her engorged clit. I pinched the hood and tug and she gasped, struggling to free her hands from my grip, but I kept them locked together and pinned down firmly in the small of her back.
“Is this what you want?” I hissed into the back of her neck. She squirms under my weight, but her body responded. She spread her legs further apart, letting my hand slip deeper between her silky lips. She pressed her ass against me, grinding against my throbbing cock.
I slid my hand deeper into her soaking wet panties, digging my fingers through her folds until I found her entrance. The tight skin stretched around my finger and she gasped again. Her hands struggle to break free and I tighten my grip around her wrists.
“Trust me,” I said, realizing that the words were a command and a concession all at once. I was demanding her obedience, and I was promising her that I could be trusted. Promising that I would not hurt her, that I was not going anywhere, that this was everything but meaningless. And as soon as the words came out of my mouth, as soon as Daisy’s body went still, I realized that I was relinquishing every bit of control to Daisy. Just like she had relinquished control to me.
I released my grip on her wrists.
“Take off your pants,” I demanded.
She obeyed, and then I hurriedly stripped off my pants and kicked them aside on the kitchen floor.
Daisy leaned forward on the countertop, propping herself up on her elbows with her back to me, then she spread her legs apart. Without warning she lowered herself onto my bare thigh and I felt the wetness and warmth of her folds press onto my skin, like velvet dripping with hot honey. She rolled her hips, grinding her sex up my thigh until her ass catches the shaft of my cock between her cheeks.
There was no more time to waste. I needed to get inside of her.
I gripped onto her hips, pulling her up onto her tiptoes. Then I spread her pussy apart, revealing her glistening hole, and I thrusted forward until I was all the way inside her.
I reached a hand under her t-shirt and gripped onto her breast through the thin fabric of her bra, squeezing as I plunged my cock in and out.
My other hand shot between her legs, twisting and pinching her clit, responding to the chorus of husky pants and restrained moans coming from her parted lips.
I felt her knees buckle and her walls start contract, tightening around my cock. I pressed us both forward, wedging my arm between her chest and the countertop to support her as her legs give out. Then I spanked her ass with my open palm. The sting sent her over the edge, and she fell forward, her body ripping apart with an orgasm. She dug her teeth into my arm, biting to hold back the cry of ecstasy.
Feeling her body react to mine trigged my own climax. My balls clenched and the muscles in my thighs burned, and then I came, shooting my hot load between her legs filling her.
17
DAISY
“Is everyone holding onto their partner’s hand?” I asked, glancing back at the procession of preschoolers trailing behind me.
Today was our class field trip to the Natural History Museum, and I somehow managed to convince the powers-that-be at Bellamy Day to forego the standard practice of chartering a bus and instead let my class make the short trek across Central Park by foot. My class had made it out of the schoolyard and down Fifth Avenue, then managed to stick together as we followed one of the scenic transverses that cuts through the park.
Now, before we left the serene oasis of the park and stepped back onto a bustling and noisy city street, Central Park West, I quickly scanned my eyes over the line of students to make sure that everyone was still coupled up. I saw thirty pairs of impatient eyes blinking up at me, eager to proceed towards the museum.
I also spotted Emmy standing near the back of the line. When our eyes met she gave me a little wink and a smile. I returned the gesture, then finished surveying the line of students.