Page 11 of A Little’s Campervan (Pride Camp 2025 #3)
Emmie
T hey just about managed to close Luna’s door before tumbling onto the bed. It creaked ominously, and they simultaneously shifted up to the extra supported part of the bed.
“Ah,” said Emmie, her heart sinking. “This might be a bit difficult.”
Wren waggled her eyebrows at her, making her laugh. “Never underestimate Daddy magic sweetheart. Get those shorts off.”
Getting out of a pair of high-waisted shorts was more challenging than Emmie could have envisioned when she’d gotten dressed in the morning, but luckily she managed it without knocking out Wren, who’d managed to strip down to a sports bra and boxers.
“Oh hello,” said Emmie. “Hey Daddy.”
“Hey there baby girl,” said Wren, her left hand entangling in Emmie’s hair as she leaned in to kiss her. “You promise to tell me what you like and don’t like?”
“Uh huh.” Emmie nodded, and let her fingers drift to Wren’s shoulder. “And am I allowed to touch you?”
“You can touch me however you like,” said Wren.
The kiss started gently, the two of them tentatively exploring, before Wren deepened the kiss, and let her right hand trace a trail up Emmie’s inner thighs. Emmie shivered, and Wren lifted her head, meeting her eyes.
“Everything good, petal?”
Emmie nodded enthusiastically. “It all just feels so good.”
Wren stroked even further upwards, her gaze steadfastly fixed on Emmie’s face. Emmie didn’t know where to look. She almost wanted to look away as Wren’s fingers stroked higher and higher until they grazed against the gusset of her underwear.
“Ripped off or pushed to the side,” Wren asked, throatily, and Emmie had to swallow a couple of times before she could answer that.
“Maybe, umm, ripped?”
Wren’s grin was a little bit wicked. She hooked her finger around the material, and in one swift movement tore the material in two. Emmie squeaked and then sighed as Wren’s thumb found her clit.
“Oh. Yes, please Daddy. Please.”
“Please what, petal?”
“Just like that. I… oh Gods… I really like that.”
“Good,” said Wren and then kissed her way down Emmie’s throat as she paid particular attention to Emmie’s clit. “How would you like me to fill you up, baby girl?”
She had to ask the question twice because Emmie was so focused on her throbbing clit. “Oh, yes. That’d be great. Thank you.”
Wren chuckled against her neck, the air tickling. “You’re so fucking adorable. How’d I get so lucky?”
“I’m not sure,” answered Emmie. “I’m a catch.”
That made Wren laugh harder, even as she moved her fingers to Emmie’s entrance. “Come on, petal, say please for Daddy.”
“I’ve said please plenty of times,” said Emmie, because she really had, but when nothing happened, a plaintive tone entered her voice. “Okay, fine! Please Daddy, please . I need you to fill me up.”
“Good girl,” whispered Wren in her ear as she entered her, and Emmie didn’t know what turned her on more—the words or the fingerfucking. Wren’s movements seemed leisurely, but each time she curled her fingers up inside Emmie, she grazed against her g-spot and Emmie almost saw stars.
“Not yet baby,” Wren said.
“What?” Emmie was confused.
“Can you hold on for Daddy? Let me fill you up some more?”
“Oh. Oh, I… I think I can… I can try Daddy.”
“That’s my perfect girl. You’ve got this Emmie. Look at me.” When Emmie met Wren’s eyes, all she saw was desire. “You are so fucking wonderful. Look at how well you’re taking what Daddy’s giving you.”
Emmie swallowed, and nodded, and then Wren added another finger, and another.
“Look at you, baby girl, taking so much of Daddy.” Emmie looked down to where Wren’s hand was disappearing between her legs. “You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you, my good girl.”
Emmie could feel the pressure building all the way down in her toes, almost as if she had pins and needles. Her entire body felt like it was humming, brought alive by Wren’s actions.
“I don’t know how long I can hold on, Daddy,” she gasped out. Fingers in and out, lips on her neck, Wren’s hair brushing against her face and it was almost too much.
“You’ve done so good, Emmie, baby girl. So so good. I’ve got only one ask of you left.”
“Yes?” She was trembling with the effort of not falling off the edge.
“Come for Daddy.”
And Emmie came apart.
Wren held her as she orgasmed, praising her and calling her “my good girl” as Emmie cried her way through wave after wave of pleasure. This was overwhelming in the best kind of way, where everything else faded so it was just her and Wren and this seemingly unending pleasure.
“I love you,” said Wren, kissing her gently. “I don’t know how, and I could give you a million reasons why, because I love you.”
Emmie looked up at this woman who’d turned her world upside down in the best kind of way; who’d been kind and made her laugh and who’d made her feel so safe. “I love you too, Daddy,” she said.
The End