He narrowed his gaze. “It’s not a cream stick. Cock or dick are acceptable terms.”
“That’s no fun, Daddy. Everyone calls them that. I think your dick needs a proper name. It’s an individual. It doesn’t want to be like everyone else.”
“You haven’t even seen it yet.”
“But I can tell. Maybe we should call it sweetie-pie.”
“You asking for another spanking, brat?” he growled.
“No, Daddy. That’s just mean. I’m just trying to come up with a good name for your pee-wee. How about pounder? Is that more manly?”
“How about we don’t name my dick anything.”
“Please, can I see it?” she begged.
“You’re really sure?”
She nodded. “I’m sure. And maybe, could I see all of you?”
He eyed her then nodded slowly. Sitting, he took off his shirt. She gasped as she took him in. Tanned. Firm. Strong.
Leaning in, she licked his chest, right above his nipple. He sucked in a sharp breath.
“If I lick it, then it’s mine,” she told him, totally laying claim on him.
“Yeah? Feel free to lick anything you like then.”
Oh, she would.
He lay back. She touched his hands as he went to undo his belt. “Could I explore first?”
“Yeah, Duchess.” He put his hands behind his head, indicating that she was in charge.
And she fell in love with him a little bit more.
She felt like she’d been given an all-day pass to Disneyland. Even better, because she didn’t have to fight crowds. Leaning in, she sucked a nipple into her mouth. He let out a low noise and she jumped back. “Did I hurt you?”
“Fuck, no,” he muttered. “Felt so good.”
Oh. Wow. Okay, she liked that she could make him feel good. She sucked on the nipple again while her hands roamed over his chest.
“Duchess, you have no idea how good your hands feel on me.”
She smiled as she licked her way down his perfect abs. Seriously. How did he get abs like that? She felt like there was no way she could measure up to the perfection of his body.
“You’re gorgeous,” she told him as she ran her thumbs lightly over his nipples.
“And you’re a tease,” he muttered. “Kiss me.”
Moving up, she pressed her lips to his. But frustration filled her when he didn’t take control. She sat back with a distressed sigh. “I’m not very good at kissing. Can you take over?”
“Come here.” He moved one hand and beckoned her forward, then he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. Then he kissed her. She sighed with pleasure.
So good.
When he pulled her away, she was swaying, pleasure making the room spin.
“You okay, Duchess?”