Defensive Daddy

My name was said on a sigh. It was a plea, a wish, or maybe a promise. I couldn’t tell which.

And I didn’t care.

I don’t know if Samantha came to me, or I went to her, but in a fraction of a second we came together, our bodies meshed as one, my mouth crashing against hers. I needed this woman, craved her.

By the urgency in her kiss, she was a slave to the same wave of desire.

Samantha pulled at my t-shirt, and I reached behind me to pull it over my head. Her fingernails raked down the front of my chest, and a low growl escaped my throat. In a tangle of grasping, clutching limbs, we became entangled in one another, unable to get close enough.

She tasted of a sweetness I’d never known, a taste I hadn’t realized was a personal weakness until I experienced it.

“Christ, Samantha,” I whispered against her lips. “I want you so goddamn bad.”

She sighed, letting her head fall back as I grazed my teeth along her throat. “You have me,” she breathed.

She brought her head up as I backed her up against the washing machine, her eyes smoldering with an intense heat as my hands dipped under the hem of her shirt.

I stopped, my body pressed against hers, and my fingertips tingling with the sensation of her bare skin under them.

“I want all of you, Samantha,” I admitted, though I knew the confession wasn’t needed. She could feel the rigid proof of my desperation against her hip. “I meant it when I said I’d wait—”

Samantha’s hands were on my belt, fumbling with the buckle. She stole a glance up at me. “And I meant what I said.” Her voice came out low and hoarse. “You have me, Cooper.”

She had my belt undone and my fly unzipped, pushing my jeans and boxers down over my hips before I could process the weight of her words. My body, however, was registering her intent clearly, and all I could do was groan as Samantha’s hand encircled the length of my erection.

“Samantha...” It was my turn to plead with her.

Coyly, she let go of me and, eyes locked with mine, tugged her t-shirt over her head. She tossed the shirt onto the floor with mine, and I barely had the wherewithal to step out of my own jeans and kick them over into the pile as well.

I couldn’t think of anything except her. Her gorgeous curves. Her taunting eyes. Her husky voice, thick with desire. “You are—”

Samantha’s hand instinctively came up to cover the dark linear marks on her lower abdomen. Just as quickly, I brought my hand down on hers, pushing it gently away. Then, I bent down onto one knee in front of her, kissing and licking across her hip bone, holding her gently but firmly in place.

“As I was saying,” I said between kisses, “You are absolutely beautiful, Samantha. Every fucking inch of you.”

A sigh met my ears, though I wasn’t sure it was in response to my comments, or the fact that I’d slid my fingers past the waistband of her shorts and panties. I tugged them down, and she let me. I kissed along her thigh, relishing in the warmth of her soft skin and the way her body trembled as my hands caressed across the contours of her hips. Heat radiated from between her thighs. I needed to taste that sweet heat, feel her come undone beneath my tongue. But as I kissed my way toward my goal, Samantha stopped me just shy, her hands fisting in my hair.

“Cooper, come here,” she begged breathlessly.

Obedient, I rose to stand in front of her, kissing my way up her body. I was aware of her instruction, but it did little to halt my kisses along the side of her throat, and my hands cupping her breasts in my palms. “What’s wrong?”

“I want you,” she groaned, gasping as I nipped at her collarbone. “Inside me. Not just your hands or your tongue.” Her eyes had sharpened when I pulled back to see her face. “Please, Cooper.”

Please, Cooper. Jesus fucking Christ, I almost came undone right there with the sound of that plea on her lips.

Without further thought, I lowered my head and found her mouth again, kissing her, devouring her. I reached down between us and teased her legs apart, finding her hot, wet, and so ready. A primal growl of satisfaction rose in my throat, knowing that slick heat was in response to me, but it was quickly extinguished somewhere within our kiss.

Perhaps I should’ve waited, or warned her. But the animalistic part of me now drowned out the gentleman, and all I could think of was how fucking bad I needed to bury myself within her.

So, I did. Slowly, I entered her, and the gasp the sensation elicited was stifled as my mouth covered hers. Samantha’s hands clutched my hips, her fingernails biting into my flesh. But she took everything I gave her, even arching her hips painstakingly slow, pushing me deeper into her.

Gasps, groans, and moans sounded softly between us as I began to move within her, but it was impossible to determine hers from mine, where she ended and I began.

I was lost, beyond control, taken over by the tsunami wave of absolute perfection that was Samantha Webb. The way her tongue danced so mesmerizingly with my own, the way her hard nipples felt as I rolled them between my fingertips, the beautifully erotic noises she made against my shoulder as I thrust into her, the way her body seemed to be made to fit mine.

“Oh God, Samantha.” I couldn’t get more coherent words out, too enthralled with her.

Samantha lifted one leg, hooking it around my hip. The movement allowed me to go deeper, and another curse word left my lips.