A Father's Secret

“You like that?” she teased.

“You know I do, wretched woman,” he ground out in response.

“How about this?”

She bent lower, and used the tip of her tongue to trace the rim of the swollen head of his penis. He jerked at her touch, his hips and thighs tense.

“Yes, that, too,” he growled.

“Good. Then you’ll like this, too, I hope.”

She closed her lips around him, swirling her tongue around and around and sucking at his engorged flesh as if he were a feast laid out before a starving person. With one hand she cupped his sac, gently massaging him, while with the other she stroked him in rhythm with the actions of her mouth, her tongue, her lips. She felt him begin to tremble beneath her, felt his fingers catch in her hair. And then she felt him break, tasted the rush of his climax, heard the guttural cry wrenched from deep inside him. His body spasmed beneath her, his hips bowing upward as the waves of pleasure shook him until he was spent.

She slowed her motions, eventually releasing his softening length to fall against his belly. She stretched out alongside him, one arm tracing the outline of his ribs as his breathing, at first ragged, eventually calmed to a normal rhythm. Sam rolled onto his side to face her and reached to pull her hard against his body before capturing her lips in a kiss that was hard and deep and wet. Every nerve in her body responded and she felt herself grow damp between her legs even as tension coiled tight in the hidden recesses of her body.

“Your turn, I believe,” he rasped against her lips, rolling over her body before propping himself up on knees that straddled her hips.

“No, Sam, you don’t have to. I wanted to give you that, to show you—”

Her voice broke off. Now the moment was here, the words she had wanted so much to share with him still lingered on her tongue, afraid to make it out into the wide world where they could be used against her. Could even hurt her.

“I wanted to show you how much you mean to me,” she finished, reaching up to cup his face between her hands, hoping that her eyes showed him the words she was suddenly too frightened to say.

“Erin, don’t you understand? The feeling is entirely mutual.” Sam sighed and lowered himself so that their faces were only inches apart, his gray eyes holding her with a gaze so intense she was afraid to look away. “I never expected to feel like this again, with anyone. This is a gift that we share.”

He kissed her again, this time so tenderly she felt the burn of tears at the back of her eyes. She fought them back. She would not cry. This was a gift, just as he said, and she wasn’t prepared to waste it.

This time, when Sam pulled back, she remained silent, emitting sound only when she was helpless to hold it back as he traced the shape of her body with his lips and his tongue. When he undid the clasp of her bra, she felt her brea**sts spill out into his eager hands, sensed the heat of his mouth before she felt it on the tender, sensitive buds of her nipples. First one, then the other, each laved with enough attention that she was squirming against him, lifting her hips to his in silent entreaty.

His shaft was a rigid spear against her body and she tried to reach for him, to stroke him, but he grasped her wrists and pulled her hands high over her head, leaving her prone to his gaze and his touch. She opened her eyes and saw in his a new reverence as he looked his fill of her before continuing his tortuous path, kissing and tasting her torso, lower and lower until she felt the warmth of his breath through the scrap of lace at her hips.

When he lowered his mouth to her, tasting her through her panties, she nearly screamed. Every nerve in her body tightened to an almost unbearable tension. He released her hands so he could tug at the tiny garment, sliding it down her legs and off her before she realized what he was doing, and then his mouth was there again, his tongue circling her clit in exquisite torment before he sealed his lips around her and suckled. The orgasm that broke through her body was a tidal wave of sensation that sent burst after burst of pleasure pulsing through her.

By the time she gathered her scattered senses Sam was lying beside her again, a half smile on his face.

“You like that?” he teased, using her earlier words right back at her.

She laughed, the sound filling her and expanding out into the cabin around them. God, he made her so incredibly, deeply happy.

“Yeah, I did,” she answered, grinning widely. “And, feel free to let it go completely to your head, you have every right to look so darn smug.”

They lay together in the filtered golden light that beamed softly through the opaque skylight above them and Erin knew she’d never felt so happy. Never believed she deserved to feel this good. When Sam leaned over and kissed her again, her body quickened almost immediately, hungry for more of what he had to offer. It seemed the more satisfaction she received, the more she craved and the more she wanted to give in return.