The Daddy Box Set

The way he touched me made me feel like he was worshipping me, adoring me. I pulled at his hair, and he looked up into my eyes as he flicked his tongue over my nipple.

He crawled up and brought his lips to mine in a searing kiss. The bed, the room, and the world fell away. There was only James. Only the fire burning in his eyes and his hands on my body.

Our legs tangled together. His jeans were rough against my skin. He needed to be out of them. I needed him naked. I needed us to be truly skin to skin for the first time.

I twisted my legs, and he rolled us over, giving in to my silent demand. Our kiss didn’t break until he felt my hands at the waistline of his jeans.

His breathing was heavy as I slid down his body, tugging at his button until it popped open and unzipping his zipper.

His eyes never left mine as he lifted his hips helpfully and allowed me to slide his jeans off, along with his black briefs.

James was finally gloriously and com

pletely naked. On my bed. My breath caught. He was beautiful.

I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of his perfect body. I planted his hips between my knees.

His hands flexed on my thighs as I explored the hard lines of his chest and his abs. His eyes darkened as I traced his hip bones and twisted my fingers into the tuft of soft hair under his belly button.

Finally, I allowed myself to move to his erection. I took hold of its base with one hand and stroked its length with the other.

“Fuck, Gabbi,” he moaned, arching his hips as his fingers tightened on my thighs.

I ran my fingers over the head of his cock. The muscles in his stomach tensed, and he groaned.

It was a heady feeling, having him losing control underneath me. Because of me. It was intoxicating.

My hands moved over him again, eliciting another groan. I was fascinated by how hard he was, yet his skin was so soft. Like steel sheathed in velvet.

I looked up to find his eyes closed. His throat worked, and his muscles tightened with restraint. Seeing him like that sent an ache shooting straight through me.

He allowed me one more stroke before his eyes snapped open, and he rolled us over so that my back was against the bed again.

“Enough,” he growled. His voice was low as he spoke against my mouth. “Can’t have you pushing me closer to the edge than that.”

“How close would that be?” My heart hammered in my ears as he pressed kisses to the tops of my breasts.

“Too close.” His hands moved on my thighs, stroking their way up slowly. Too slowly.

“What if I enjoy testing your limits?” Rational thought fled from my mind as he kissed me.

“Do you?” he asked between kisses. One of his hands tunneled into my hair.

“Do I what?” For the life of me, I couldn’t remember what he’d asked me.

He licked and sucked at the skin on my neck, and I arched my hips. The hand that stroked my thigh needed to be on me. “Enjoy testing my limits.”

“Yes,” I moaned. His erection pressed against my stomach, hot and heavy. I lost my train of thought.

“Why?” he asked. His hand danced up my side.

Why was it moving away from where I needed it to be?

My hips strained against his. I needed friction. Any friction. He drew away just enough to deny it.

“James,” I pleaded.

Suddenly, his palm pressed to my sex. “Damn, you’re soaked.”