BABY DADDY (7 page)

My knees go week, my toes curling in the sand. I swear if he takes me right here on the shore, I won’t be able to resist.

Scoop! Stella Rhodes caught doing the From Here to Eternity beach scene with a hot stud young enough to be her—

I giggle on his lips. No paparazzi here, thank god!

He pauses. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing.” I slam my lips onto his this time. I feel so bold! And it feels so damn good to be this free to express my wants and needs with another human being.

He groans and deepens the kiss, slanting his lips across mine, driving his tongue inside, making me taste him.

I feel every fiber in my body jolt and expand, as if my veins are blasted by a ton of steroids. I feel like orgasming from his kisses alone!

Then he lets go. “What was your question again?”

I smile, dazed with desire. “That wasn’t what I really wanted to ask you.”

“What then, baby?”

Baby. Oh, I’m so liking the sound of that. It’s like a mantra. Keep saying it and it will materialize, preferably in my womb. Soon.

“Can we spend the night in your room?” I ask him.

“I thought this isn’t going to be just a one night stand?”

“Are you very sure? Won’t you get bored?”

“Boredom is for the empty minds. I can think of a lot of things we can do together to have fun.”

“You know, you’re not at all what I was expecting.”

“What were you expecting?”

“Well, you’re kind of…slow. For your age.”

He throws his head back and laughs heartily.

His forefinger brushes my lips like a feather. “I’ll tell you something, my sweet Ella. When an artist creates an artwork, he takes it slow. It takes days, weeks, months, sometimes even years. He takes his time shaping it in his mind, internalizing it in his soul, visualizing its form, its breadth and height, every slope and curve…and then he breathes life into it through his paint brushes or his sculpting instruments. You’re like that to me, Ella, a work of art. I had to feel you in my mind first before I take you with my body.”

Wow. Can it get any more beautiful than that? Will you make me pregnant already?

“I’m beginning to think you’re a sixty-year old poet trapped in a twenty-something jock’s body.”

“Age is just a number, baby. You can live a hundred and feel empty or you can live a day with a purpose and die fulfilled.”

I give an unladylike snort. “Are you for real? I’m older than you but you make me feel like I’m twelve.”

“I’ve seen and experienced many things but I’m not a cynic.”

But I am. God, I am.

“I like to understand life and all its mysteries. Live it to the fullest.”

I wish, too. How I wish.

“And right now,” he puts his palm on my chest, right on top of my heart, “I’d like to discover the life in you, Ella.”

I wanted to cry in that moment, and I don’t ever cry. Not in the last decade. Crying is losing control of your mental faculties.

It should be a red flag, but I don’t feel any threat.

It’s either my my BS detector has malfunctioned or he’s the real deal. But I don’t care. Right now, everything is just going according to plan and I don’t want to mess it up in any way.

I wish I’m as eloquent in expressing myself, but I’m not. So, I just laced our fingers together and put my feelings into action.

“I want you to breathe life into me now, Raiden.”

“Where are we going?”
I ask as we seem to be walking towards a different direction.

“To my hotel.”

“But that’s your hotel over there,” I point with my thumb to my left.

“That’s my hotel in that part of the strip. I’d rather we use my hotel in this part.”

So, he occupies a suite in different hotels. Hmmm.

“No, I don’t use them to screw women in every area of the strip.”

I glance at him in surprise. “I…” I start to say but close my mouth. I’m definitely guilty of judging him there.

“I don’t bring women to my room. I wait for an invitation and go to theirs.”

Okay…

“I’m breaking another of my rules for you, Ella.”

Ohhh-kay….

“You have too many rules for a man who believes in living life to the fullest,” I quip to cover my embarrassment.

“Touché, but I also believe in discipline, to not abuse nature, ours and others’. There’s a limit to what we can do with our bodies and other people’s.”

“Dude, don’t tell me you don’t drink or smoke or do recreational drugs and excessive sex?” I tease him.

“No to the first three. The latter, you will find out very, very soon.”

Oh Shit. He always has the best comebacks. I shake my head. “No weed, booze and drugs. You’re too good to be true. How do you live?”

“Why, have you done those things?”

“No…”

“So?”

“But you’re a man. Men are experimental when they’re younger.”

“Ah, the classic female fantasy. A man must know everything to be called a real man. We must be alpha, badass, dominant, experienced. We must make millions to be able to take care of our own, kick a lot of ass to provide security, fuck a thousand women to master sex, taste all kinds of vice to be wise, curse like a barbarian to be cool.”

I must be flushing like an overripe tomato. “Shit, do we make it sound like that?”

“Pretty much. A lot of us poor sods cannot cope with your Everest-high standards, you know?”

I wince. “I’m so sorry. I’ve nothing to blame but the fairy tales and the romance books.”

He chuckles. “Nah. I happen to like fairy tales.”

“Seriously?”

“Sure. Mom used to read them to me when I was a kid and still watch the movie versions today.”

I look at him oddly. “Your mother used to read you fairy tales? Like what fairy tales?”

“All kinds.”

“You’re a weird breed, Raiden.”

He thumps his chest with his palm once. “Guilty and proud.”

“And your mother is a very interesting woman.”

“Would you like to meet her?”

What?! Meet the Mom? Nah-ah. I just want him to father my child, not meet his mother. Jeeez.

I just shrug. I really don’t know how to respond to that.

“She’s the coolest,” he says tenderly. “I really love her.”

I shake my head not knowing what to make of him now. A mama’s boy, obviously. But am I complaining? No way! He doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, doesn’t do drugs and is a Red Cross blood donor. He’s the cleanest man on the island if I ever saw one. I can kiss my guardian angel’s ass forever!

We stop in front of a building that doesn’t look like a hotel at all but a huge, sprawling, starkly modern villa.

Hmmm.

Okay, I’ll stop wondering and questioning for now. I don’t want to know. I don’t want to get curious. I just want to enjoy him.

He faces me, brings my hands to his lips and kisses my knuckles. “Princess Ella, welcome to my humble castle.”

I smile at him. “Thank you, Prince Raiden. Happy to be here.”

He scoops me up in his powerful arms and ascends the stone portico steps.

“I wanna take a shower first.”

“No.”

“But—“

My protests are cut off by his kisses.

No more gentle kisses.

Sweet lowd!

He can kiss. My lips feel like the tastiest confections he loves to lick and nibble and suck and generally devour as if they’re the last bits he has for consumption on earth.

I’ve been aroused the whole time we were together and the hours of waiting and anticipation have just heightened it, but now I feel ready to explode from his kisses alone.

He hasn’t even gotten to the other parts of my body yet.

And he’s starting to now. His lips creep down my neck, his tongue leaving a trail of liquid heat on my over-heating skin.

“You smell so good, baby.”

I squirm. What the hell is wrong with this guy’s sense of smell? My last shower was six hours ago. He on the other hand, smells fab, a mix of saltwater and his woodsy cologne. All man.

“I really wanna take a shower. Please?”

“Are you kidding me? Why would you wanna wash away this delicious scent from your body?”

Delicious? Is he serious?! “But—“

He unbuttons the front of his shirt that I’m wearing and reveals my bikini-covered breasts.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all evening.”

“Yeah…I was wondering when you’d get around to doing that.”

He chuckles and slides the strings off my shoulders, exposing my twin peaks. I want to close my eyes but I can’t stop looking at him, at the awe in his eyes as he stares at me.

“Jesus, these are magnificent, baby. So beautiful.”

He cups my breasts with his big palms. My chest pushes off the door panel. Oh God, so this is what I’ve been missing all these years. The touch of a man who truly desires me.

He squeezes my plump globes. His thumbs start circling my nipples. I moan, goose bumps covering my entire body as little bolts of current shoot up from my nipples going straight to the pit of my belly.

I feel my sex swell even more and throb incessantly now. I feel soaked down there! When his lips close around one of my nipples, I shut my eyes at the piercing pleasure of it.

I don’t want to regret the years I’ve deprived myself of any sexual interaction with a man. I’d just like to think it’s all worth the long wait for this very moment.

This perfect moment.

He worships my breasts with his tongue. The things he does with his tongue. Oh god! Simply magic.

His hands are busy roaming my body, too. Right now, they’re cupping the roundness of my ass, squeezing and kneading like they did with my breasts.

“Fuck, this ass…” He groans appreciatively.

Hmm, an ass man.

He’s touching me gently and yet I can feel a storm waiting to unleash from within him.

“You feel so good, baby. I can’t get enough of touching you. So soft…and smooth…”

His hands and lips follow his words as he kneels before me, running his palms on the sides of my legs, squeezing my flesh, his lips kissing my tummy. I don’t have a flat, firm abs like those models. I have this perpetual roundness in my lower belly despite losing a lot of weight and yet he licks and nips at my lush flesh and swirls his tongue in my navel like it’s a precious treasure.

I’m panting now, too overwhelmed by delicious sensations to protest when he presses his face in the V between my legs.

“Sweet fuck, baby, you smell unbelievable.”

Unbelievable? Even in my lust-fogged mind my modesty creeps back. “I told you I need a shower.”

He chuckles and rubs his face in my mound and inhales deeply.

“No way. Don’t ever ever wash off this scent. You have no idea how I love it. If I can bottle it, I would.” He makes this animal sound as if he can’t get enough and inhales deeper.

Okay. Baby Dada likes Rubenesque figures and unshowered scents. If that’s weird or what, I don’t care. I cannot complain. I cannot possibly complain!

He suddenly turns me and I’m facing the door. He slams his face in my ass, right between the cheeks. I feel him rubbing his face all over the globes, licking and biting playfully.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful all over. These are fucking dope.” He squeezes my ass cheeks and slaps them playfully.

I yelp. It’s too decadent but I feel a frisson of fear. I raise myself on my toes, arms splayed on the door for balance, wiggling my ass as I try to evade his face.

Oh my lowd, I don’t know about men’s preferences nowadays but please, let him want to fuck my pussy and not my ass! I want him to impregnate my womb, not waste his precious semen in that dark alley. And I don’t think I can go that far either. My pussy has not seen penis yet and I don’t think it would take kindly to having its back door neighbor take the Baby Dada’s jewels first!

“Raiden…Rai—“

I feel his tongue travel from my lower spine…going up…so slowly until he’s back on his feet and nuzzling and licking between my shoulders blades all the way to my nape. He breathes warmly in my neck and licks my earlobe, driving his tongue in repeatedly.

I moan in further arousal. “I thought you don’t curse?”

“You make me so damn horny my vocabulary deserted me, baby. They’re all in my cock now. I’m so fucking hard right now I hurt.”

“Uhm, Raiden…?”

“What, baby?”

“N-no ass, please. J-ju-just pussy, okay?”

He chuckles and grinds his rampant erection against my rump. I squeal. “Oh gosh, definitely no ass! I can’t possibly take THAT!”

He laughs and I’m suddenly in his arms and then flat on my back on the bed.

He removes his board shorts in one fluid motion and voila, Baby Dada is fully nekkid. The no-tan-lines puzzle is solved. He definitely sunbathes in the buff.