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We soak for a long while. We must doze off, but I don’t really know. I just know it’s really fucking nice to be able to breathe for a minute.
I feel more centered, somehow. Tanzie, she ...
She said things no one would ever dare say to me. She challenged me. Told me to stop feeling sorry for myself. I should be livid but ... I’m not. I’m not.
I feel a tightness in my chest as I think again about Giselle. About how I felt for her. About how every woman I fucked, I compared to her. No one was good enough. No one held a candle to her.
And tonight, while Tanzie came around my fingers, around my cock, all I saw was her blonde hair, her sweet lips, her big, doe eyes. I only saw her. Only felt her. The ghost of Giselle was nowhere to be found.
As the water cools, I reach around and play lightly at Tanzie’s breasts. I feel the soft, supple skin, the peaks of her responsive nipples. I caress and play, pinch and tickle. She arches into my hands, soft sounds coming from her chest.
Her sweet round ass moves against me, my dick hardening in response. Not for the first time, I imagine slipping inside her tiny brown hole, taking her from behind, fingering her sweet cunt until she cries out, her muscles straining against me as she finds her pleasure.
For now, though, I let her wriggle against me, my fingers finding their way between her legs, stroking between those sweet lips, not entering, just caressing.
I play and play, and when she begs, I push her ass up a bit, guiding her sweet cunt over top of my cock, sliding inside more easily this time. I splay one hand across her chest, tweaking a nipple as my other hand works her button. I press her to me, torturing her as she rides me. My mouth finds her neck and we fuck like that, my front to her back, her gorgeous tits coming in and out of the water with each movement we make together.
It takes longer this time, the building. We go slowly, savoring the feeling of this connection. When she comes, it’s long and slow and she breathes soft noises of satisfaction. I come right afterward, pumping my seed deep inside of her.
When I withdraw, it’s to clean her once more. I help her out of the tub, dry her, return her to the bed. My mouth finds hers wet and wanting. I haven’t kissed a woman since Giselle. I forgot how intimate it is.
“Is it always like this?” she asks.
It’s a naïve question. An inexperienced question. But it makes my cock swell again and while I’ve always been a virile man, I’m honestly shocked to be ready again so soon.
“No,” I answer simply.
“You’re ready again,” she observes.
“You need to rest,” I say. “You’ll be sore in the morning. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I lie next to her. She’s gloriously nude, sprawled out on my comforter like a satisfied cat. Her lean stomach is so gorgeous that I have to reach out to trail my fingers over it. Goosebumps erupt on her skin and it’s more satisfying than I’d like to admit.
She grins and it breaks my heart. She’s happy.
She pushes me to my back and crawls on top. Her lips find my chest, my nipples, my stomach, my pelvic bones. She bites a little here and there, finally finding my cock, her full lips parting, her tongue licking against my shaft. She takes me in and slowly makes her way down, opening her throat, taking in my full length.
“Talented,” I choke out.
She grins again and takes it all the way again. Again and again until I empty into her throat. She swallows, kisses the head, and then crawls into my arms, her head on my chest, her leg draped over mine.
And who would have guessed when this day began that Tanzie Williams, abducted daughter of Drew Williams, would fall asleep in my arms, fitting against me like she belonged there all along.
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