BlakeI move in close, loving the way my burning hot cock feels against her slightly cooler, damp skin. She gasps, her hips rocking harder as I come close to the warm, wet center of her. “Please,” she gasps, clearly asking me to enter her.I want to, but before I can, she takes me in her hand, winding her fingers around my girth in a way that has me groaning and ready. But she takes me slow, rubbing her hand up and down, her thumb gently grazing over the head in a way that makes me shiver. With her eyes locked on mine, she holds on to my hard length, rubbing the tip up and down her wetness before tossing her head back. She feels incredible and I know I’m pulsing in her hand, growing and throbbing and so ready for her that pain edges into the pleasure rushing through me. Her hips shift into me as she continues to rub me around her clit, then tries to take me into her.But the angle isn’t quite right for her and she releases my cock with a hungry growl I love. She moves in close once mo
BlakeI should have listened to my gut.I'd come home and peeked in on my daughter.Then I’d headed to Thea’s room to talk as she’d asked, assuming that when she told me to wake her up that it meant she was planning on going to sleep.When I walked in, I hadn't found her in bed, but I had heard the shower running.I knew I should have left right then and there, but she'd been making strange little sounds, noises that sounded almost sad, and I'd approached to see if she was okay and planned to let her know I was here.Of course, the moment I'd stepped outside the bathroom, I realized she wasn't crying in the shower, mostly because she'd moaned my name.And why had she moaned my name?Because I'd walked in on her masturbating.And clearly, I'd been the one on her mind while she touched herself, because she’d moaned my name as her orgasm overtook her.Now I'm staring at her and she's staring at me, the heat in her eyes not dissipating, but growing instead. I know I need to walk away. I n
TheaThat thought makes my mouth dry out and I swallow hard. I can only imagine how he'll look completely undressed, given how muscular and delicious he looks in those shirts he's so fond of. The thought of him moving my direction, ready for me, wanting me, sends a flash of desire and excitement through me.I imagine him smashing his mouth against mine as he uses one hand to pin both of mine to the wall. I open my eyes, and the steam obscures my vision as I imagine him holding my hands over my head, touching me, teasing me, tasting my skin all the way down to my nipples until they’re tingling, swollen, and tender.A rush of lightheadedness overcomes me and I turn to cool the water down a little bit - the last thing I want to do is pass out in the shower.I continue to stand under the soothing spray and think about Blake.Imagine him holding me in place, completely at his mercy as he shoves a hand between my legs and thrusts his fingers deep into my dripping wet depths. I imagine moani
TheaMy heart is aching at the way Azura treated Blake and the look on his face before he left.I know she was lashing out in the heat of the moment, but that was unnecessarily cool, and I could tell that Blake was deeply affected. No doubt he was also confused, just like I am now as I sit holding Azura, rocking her back and forth and petting her hair.I'm completely unaware. I've been quietly shushing her until I suddenly stopped, and the silence of the room overwhelms me. She is not shaking anymore, and her breathing has returned to a more normal cadence.I decide to see if she's ready to talk about what happened. “You were sleeping so peacefully. Do you want to talk about what woke you up?”She doesn't say anything, but gives a very slight, tiny nod of her head. When she speaks, her voice is a tiny whisper, so low I almost miss her words. “I had a dream about Mom.”Suddenly everything makes a lot more sense. The reason she'd lashed out at Blake - she blames him for her mother's dea
BlakeThis time I do as I'm told and leave the room.My heart slams so hard I can hardly breathe and I pull out my phone, sending Thea a quick text. As soon as I hit the send arrow, I make my way toward the front door. I'm in my car before I can even think about what I'm doing and within minutes I'm at Club Red.The drive is a blur, just like walking in and wandering through the club, but I find myself face to face with Rico.“Man, you look like shit,” he says.“Thanks.” I say the word with all the sarcasm I can muster. I don't doubt that he's wrong. I feel like shit; why wouldn't I look like it? “How's Sandra doing?” I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about what's going on with me or what just happened.I'm pretty sure I'm still processing whatever went wrong. Did my daughter have a bad dream about me? Am I the reason she was upset? Was it something I did or said? Or was it just that she didn't want me walking in her room? All the questions that I don't have answers to swirl around and a
BlakeOnce our fun in the pool winds down and I know that Azura is hungry and ready for lunch, we climb out and go rinse off.I had talked to the chef about packing us a picnic lunch, which will go well with our walk. I head back into the house and pick up the packed food bag, slinging it over my shoulder and waiting for the other two to come out.When they do, they’re both ready and dressed to go, and Azura slips on her shoes at the front door. I see the excited hops in her steps, the way she's bounding around, excited and happy, thrilled about our day.I'm enjoying the time spent with her, but I'm also enjoying the time spent with Thea. I love how she's taking a step back and letting my daughter spend more time with me in a way that feels natural and fun. Of course, I'm enjoying my time with her, and I'd be lying if I tried to say that our time in the pool didn't have a profound effect on my body. I could only hope that she didn't notice. I needed to take a moment before getting bac