Thunder rumbles in the distance. My T-shirt clings to my chest and back, and my jeans feel like they’ve gained thirty pounds.
“It got so cold so fast.” Norah rubs her arms. Even in the dim, gray light, I can make out the points of her nipples through her tank top. My cock perks up as I imagine fixing my mouth to her breast, tonguing her nipple through her shirt. I picture her without the shirt altogether. Soft, creamy skin. Round, jiggly tits. Stiff nipples.
She catches me staring, and rather than cover herself, she stands up straighter. Forcing myself to look away is like telling a wolf not stalk a rabbit, or a lion not to lick its chops. Someday soon, Norah and I are going to sit down and discuss what to do about this thing between us. It’s time to set some ground rules, like no more paper-thin tank tops.
“Go dry off,” I tell her. “I’ll start the fire.”
She looks like she wants to say something, then purses her lips. As soon as I hear the bathroom door close, I let out a breath.
“Fuck...” This isn’t good. I have to get myself under control before she comes back.
I stack the logs in the fireplace, tuck a crumpled piece of paper into the center, then light it with a match. The fire crackles to life as another rumble of thunder shakes the cabin. The storm will be on top of us in a few minutes.
I peel my wet shirt off and toss it in the washer along with my jeans. My boxers are damp, but I leave them on so I don’t accidentally give Norah and eyeful on my way up to the loft. I’m about to head upstairs for dry clothes when I spot Norah standing by the fire, gripping a towel around herself that barely covers her ass.
She eyes me through strands of rain-soaked hair. I know she’s naked under the towel, and I know all it would take to see her in all her glory is a swift flick of the wrist.
“Silas,” she says. I don’t move a muscle. She moves closer, her bare feet sinking into the rug with every step.
My muscles tense like they’re gearing up for a fight.
She drops her towel, and my pulse jackknifes.
“I want you.” She takes another step. I can’t stop my gaze from drinking her in, and soon enough, I’m drunk. The firelight flickers off her bare skin. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined.
The boxers I’m wearing are a size too small. They don’t stand a chance once my cock starts to swell. She glances down at my bulge and her lips drift apart. I catch the glint of her teeth and the tip of her soft, pink tongue as she wets her mouth.
“Norah, we talked about this. I’m too old for you.”
“Actually, you’ve avoided talking about this. And you’re the only one who thinks you’re too old for me.”
My fingers twitch at the realization that she’s close enough to touch now. Rising onto her toes, she gently skims her nails through my beard before running a fingertip over my lower lip. It’s a titan effort to keep my hands at my sides, as her nipples brush against my chest. She’s so fucking beautiful.
“I feel safe with you,” she says, “and I like that you want to look out for me. But I also like the way my heart beats faster when I’m around you. I feel like I can talk to you about anything.”
“You can talk to me.” I rest my hands on her shoulders, hoping she won’t notice how badly they’re shaking. “You’re just missing your dad, sweetheart. That’s all this is.”
She cocks an eyebrow. “Silas, my dad and I never did anything like this. But you’re right, I do miss him. So much.” Her lip trembles. She takes a ragged breath. “This isn’t about him. I think about you all the time. And I know you think about me. I’ve heard you jerking off in the shower.”
Her hand brushes my abdomen and threatens to glide downward. I catch her wrist before she reaches my boxers. If she touches my cock again, I won’t be able to stop. I’ll have her on her back in front of the fire with her legs in the air faster than she can say, fuck me, Daddy.
There’s that word again.
I take a step back, but she follows. Then I realize I’m still holding onto her wrist. She tries again with her free hand, cupping my erection before I can stop her.
My cock pulses against her palm. It takes the last remaining speck of my control to tell her, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, little girl.”
“That’s the thing, Silas. I want you to finish it.”
She kneels on the carpet in front of me, then pulls my boxers down. My cock juts out at her, tapping her cheek. Her eyes go wide as she grasps the shaft. Her fingers don’t even fit all the way around.
I rest my hand atop her head. This is my last chance to push her away. But I can’t escape the pull of those big, green eyes. “All right, sweetheart. Show me how much you want this cock.”
She licks the tip gently. I suck in a breath. She licks up and down the length of my cock, then places a kiss on the head.
With her eyes locked on mine, she takes the head into her mouth.
My hand fists in her hair. She bobs her head, taking me deeper with each slow pass, and gliding my shaft along her velveteen tongue. Already, my balls feel tight, like they could erupt. I fight the urge to fuck her face, but she’s sucking me off too well. My hips rock. She takes it like a pro, only flinching a little when my head makes contact with the back of her throat.
“That’s it, baby,” I rasp. “That’s a good girl.”
Norah’s mouth feels like it was made to wrap around my cock—the front two-thirds of it, anyway. Frankly, I’m impressed she’s managed to take that much.
Thunder rattles the cabin. The storm’s right on top of us now. The heat from the fire warms my left side and illuminates the right half of Norah’s gorgeous face. She looks younger on her knees. Less hardened. More vulnerable.
Guilt scratches at the back door of my mind, but I refuse to answer. I’m too focused on the beauty in front of me.
I thought having sex with her would undermine the bond we’ve worked so hard to build. I was wrong. Someone or something brought us together for a reason. I was meant to find her, just as she was always meant to be mine. Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to take care of. I’ll be her guardian because it’s what she needs, and her husband someday, if that’s what she wants.
But what I really want to be is her Daddy.
Norah already knows what it’s like to live under the thumb of an abusive prick who doesn’t deserve her. I want to show her how it feels to be guided through life by a firm, yet loving Dom. I haven’t topped a woman in years, and the last time I did, it was very casual. I couldn’t be casual with Norah if I tried.
She quickens her pace, turning her hands into an extension of her mouth. Pleasure courses through my veins. I’m going to come soon. I grasp her hair with both fists and fuck her mouth as her mouth fucks me.
My balls tighten. My cock throbs.
“You’re gonna swallow it all, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I rasp as a warning that I’m about to paint her throat. “You’re gonna take it all, like a good girl.”
She doesn’t slow down or pull off. She knows what’s coming. She wants it.
I groan through clenched teeth as heat and pleasure surges up and out of my cock. It’s like a fucking geyser, emptying my balls and filling her mouth with everything I’ve got.