Craven Cove Royalty (Craven Cove)

“Are you going to torture me all night?” Her fingers tighten in my hair as I lick circles around her clit. “You’re a tease.”

I nip at her lips, and she squeals as she wiggles her hips closer. “Patience.”

“It’s been too long. I want to feel full.”

I grunt as cum leaks out of me. Goddamn it, I have no control when it comes to her. Finally I decide that even I can’t take any more and get down to business. With a few quick flicks of my tongue on her clit, and a little sucking at the right time, she’s falling over the edge.

The sound and taste of her orgasm is like an out-of-body experience to me. Knowing that I’m the one to give this to her makes me feel powerful. While the pleasure is still pouring over her, I stand up.

My cock is so hard it’s straight up against my stomach, and I have to bend it down so I can get into her. The entire head of it is white with my cum, and as it kisses her opening, she squeezes.

“Fuck,” I grunt, thrusting all the way into her in one slick slide. It takes her a moment to adjust to the intrusion of my swollen cock, but instinct takes over, and I have to move. “I’m sorry, beautiful. It’s been too long.”

She closes her eyes tight as I thrust quickly in and out, trying to get this first one out of the way. With one more squeeze of her pussy, I’m cumming, and I hold myself deep. Although my cock doesn’t soften, I don’t have the overwhelming need to fuck her bearing down on me, and I can take my time.

“I’m sorry,” I say again as I bury my face in her neck and move slower this time.

“Don’t stop.” Her lips move to my neck, and my cock jerks inside her.

It’s been seconds, and already I need to cum again.

Reaching my hand under her shirt, I cup one of her tits and rub my thumb over the nipple. It’s hard, and my jaw tightens with the need to suck on it, but I like seeing her like this. Still partly dressed with my cock buried deep, I groan as I slide out and then back inside.

“Right there.” She tilts her hips up, and her head falls back as I watch her lost in pleasure.

Celeste is truly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, but when she’s like this, it’s almost like staring into the sun.

She clenches around my cock as I grind against her clit, and with a few steady pumps, she cums on me.

The warm rush around me and to the base of my dick is like lighting a match. I thrust hard one last time, and for the third time tonight I cum. Every muscle in my back and legs tense with this, and my breath catches in my throat. As the orgasm swallows me whole, I fall on top of her, trying not to black out.

“That was exactly what I needed,” she says softly, kissing my cheek.

I turn my head so our mouths connect, and I kiss her like the goddess she is. I tell her with my lips what I’m unable to put into words because it’s more than just love that I feel for her. It’s earth-shatteringly powerful, and my entire soul belongs to her.

After I clean her up and cuddle her for a bit, Celeste drifts off to sleep. I know I need to talk to my dad about what Shy said, and it needs to be done sooner rather than later. Without waking her, I slide out of bed and tuck the covers in around her. Then I stand at the side of the bed a little longer before I finally force my feet out of the bedroom.

Part of me wonders if it will always be like this. Will I always have this overwhelming need to have her in my arms? I don’t have much of an example when it comes to relationships because my dad never so much as looked at another woman until Celeste’s mom Anna came along.

When I go in search of my dad, I check his office first. I’m surprised he’s not there, but then again, maybe I shouldn’t be. There’s something happening to him, and I wonder if he’s feeling the same way I am. Could he be in love with Anna the way I’m in love with Celeste? The obvious answer is yes, but it’s not like we’ve really talked about it. I want him to be happy, but no matter what happens with him and Anna, Celeste and I are forever.

After I’ve checked a few other places, I decide to try the back patio since he’s not in the house, but his car is here. When I open the French doors that lead outside, I see the two of them on the loveseat next to the pool. They’re not doing anything scandalous, but the way they’re leaning close to each other looks completely intimate.