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CJ shrugged. “Hasn’t something bad happened to everyone?

But as I said before, I’m not completely opposed.

And it does require trust. But I trust you, Kenna.

I do, I promise. I think this last month has been about us getting to know each other again.

And when I’m just starting out with someone in any kind of kink dynamic, there are lines I’m careful not to cross until we’ve established that dynamic.

But I think you and I are already there.

I feel like we know who we are to each other. ”

Kenna had to draw in a breath at that. Did CJ really know what she was to her?

Because Kenna's feelings were blossoming day by day, it seemed. She knew she was falling for her. So hard, and so fast. But that wasn’t exactly what CJ meant, was it?

She was addressing the kink dynamic, and Kenna understood that, but the feelings that were growing between them had to play a part.

Meanwhile, she’d been given the permission she needed, and she didn’t want to wait.

“So if that’s true, then will you just… let me take what I want sometimes?

Like right now?” Kenna asked quietly, climbing onto CJ’s lap and straddling her body.

She was wearing nothing but a short cotton robe, and between her bare thighs, her pussy rested against the cotton of CJ’s boxer-briefs, heating instantly at the contact.

“This is what you want?” CJ asked, her hands going into Kenna’s hair.

“More than anything.”

“Show me, baby. Go ahead and take what you want.”

A shiver of pure anticipation went through Kenna, and she bent to kiss her, pressing her mouth to CJ’s, then using her tongue to open her lips and delving into her mouth. And god, her body went hot and wet, and she had to grind down onto CJ’s thigh.

She pulled back to look into CJ’s eyes, and found them with that golden gleam she’d already come to know as excitement. As desire.

Still watching her, Kenna slid her hands under the edges of CJ’s sports bra and slipped it over her head, then she cupped her firm tits in her hands and felt CJ’s breath hitch.

“I know you’re my Daddy, but can I suckle you? Please?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah, kitten.”

Kenna’s body surged with a new rush of heat at being given permission. Then she bent and licked at one dark-red nipple, and her pussy went hot and wet at CJ’s shuddering response. She licked again, and CJ’s nipple went hard against her tongue. Then she took it into her mouth and sucked.

CJ’s fingers dug into her waist as she continued to suck, gently at first, then harder, her own body lighting up, going hot all over as CJ began to pant, to arch into her mouth.

She worked her nipple as though she were drawing milk from it, and it was the hottest thing she’d ever felt, and somehow comforting at the same time.

Finally Kenna let go and moved to the other side, once more licking her nipple gently, over and over, until CJ’s hips arched up against her mound.

With a sigh Kenna sucked the sweet flesh into her mouth, sucking and sucking while her body went a little wild, desire spiraling, taking her higher and higher.

And that sense of safety was like a warm, soft cloud surrounding her.

She didn’t even know how to explain it to herself.

She was grinding her naked pussy hard onto CJ’s thigh, so turned on she could barely stand it. She needed more. And even if CJ might still want to argue the point, she knew she did, too.

She let the hard, red nipple go and sat up.

“Can you please be naked for me?” she asked, understanding that even if she was sort of topping at the moment, her Daddy was ultimately always in charge.

CJ paused, blinking up at her, then she smiled, a soft, sensual smile Kenna had never seen from her before.

“Yeah, baby. I wanna be naked with you.”

CJ slid down on the pillows, and with Kenna still straddling her, she managed to slip her boxer-briefs off. Then she pulled Kenna’s body back to her with her hands on her hips.

“Ohhh, yes…” Kenna murmured on a soft breath as she arched her hips, her pussy pressing onto CJ’s naked mound.

She reached down between them, shifting to give her hand room to explore. And the moment she came into contact with CJ’s damp flesh, they both let out a moan.

Kenna pressed her fingers onto CJ’s swollen clit, and her own need ramped up, so hot and hard she had to pull in a calming breath, her own pussy pulsing with an aching desire.

She used her hips to press her fingers harder against CJ’s clit, and CJ’s hands came up to grab her tits, to press and pinch her nipples, driving pleasure deeper still. But Kenna had other things in mind.

She slipped her hand from between their bodies and grabbed both of CJ’s wrists, pinning them to her sides and holding her still.

CJ let out a low chuckle. “What do you think you’re doing, kitten?”

“I’m not a kitten right now; I’m an alley cat. And I’m taking over. You said I could.”

CJ groaned. “Only because this feels too damn good to stop you.”

Kenna grinned, feeling an enormous surge of satisfaction at knowing she was pleasing her.

“You just have to give yourself over to the pleasure,” Kenna said, feeling a little sassy at echoing CJ’s own words back to her. “You have to let go.”

CJ didn’t answer, but her arms went loose; she wasn’t fighting her anymore. Kenna leaned in to brush a kiss across her lips, then both nipples, one at a time, before sliding lower until she was poised over CJ’s mound.

She paused to breathe in the earthy and erotic scent of her desire, like honey and the ocean. Then she touched her, her fingers slipping in her wetness as another rush of pleasure shafted into her body, knowing she had made it happen.

She used her fingers to spread CJ’s pussy lips wide, then leaned in to lick at her clit, finding it hard already, and CJ groaned, her breath instantly a quick, hard pant.

Kenna licked and licked, lapping at her clit like a bowl of milk, the way she had the last time they’d been together, and with her fingers she massaged CJ’s pussy lips, the flesh so soft and tender, and as soaking wet as she was herself.

She stroked her fingers up and down CJ’s slit as she pulled her clit into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck, my baby,” CJ murmured, her hips arching hard against her.

Kenna suckled her hard clit and felt CJ’s body shiver, knew she was close to coming, and knew also that CJ liked to edge as long as possible. But that only meant she got to spend more time with her face in CJ’s beautiful, silky pussy.

The only thing missing was feeling her inside, feeling that soft channel tighten around her fingers, making her come while she fucked her. And she wanted it. She wanted the experience with her, but she also wanted CJ to trust her enough.

She pulled back to ask, “Daddy? Please let me fuck you now? I know it’s not something you do very often, and I’ll be careful. But I need it. I need to feel you inside. I need you to feel like you can let me. I know you said it was okay, but that was before we got started. Is it still okay?”

CJ’s hand went into Kenna’s hair, and with the other she pressed Kenna’s hand firmly against her mound. “Yeah, babygirl. I need you to fuck me. Do it.”

Being given permission was a heady feeling, and Kenna took in a breath as she slid her fingers around CJ’s slick entrance, moving back in to gently suck her clit into her mouth. Then she pressed just the tip of one finger into her hole, and CJ spread her thighs for her.

It was dizzying, just being granted permission. But as she slowly slid her finger into CJ’s waiting, velvet wetness, it was a stunning sensation in her body, in her head. She ground her pussy against CJ’s thigh, the need to come so intense she could barely hold back. But this was for CJ.

She slipped a second finger in, and CJ panted, her insides grasping at Kenna’s fingers. Kenna began a slow, steady fucking motion, and sucked on her clit in the same cadence, everything slow and sensual despite the desperate need she felt coiling tightly in her body, her own clit pulsing.

As she moved a little faster, sucked a little harder, CJ’s fingers dug into her scalp, grasping her hair tightly, and her hard little clit pulsed under Kenna’s tongue.

“Ah, god, Kenna! Fuuuuuuuuuck!”

She came in a torrent of spasms and wetness, and Kenna loved the taste of her come on her tongue, feeling the most profound sense of fulfillment and pride.

Beneath her, CJ was shivering all over, her hips jerking as she kept coming and coming.

CJ’s writhing body only worked Kenna’s clit against her thigh harder, and in moments she was coming, too.

Pleasure rippled over her skin, through her pussy and deep into her core, and she cried out as her climax tore through her.

“Yesssssss! Daddy! Yes!”

They rode it out with together, their climaxes eventually ebbing.

Kenna slipped her fingers from CJ’s body and climbed up her to kiss her, the flavor of CJ’s cum on her tongue like that final, lovely note of a favorite song.

She kissed her harder, and CJ’s arms wound around her body, holding her close.

“Well, hell, babygirl,” CJ finally muttered, her voice low and full of gravel. “That was amazing.”

“For me, too.”

Kenna was so full of sated desires, it was almost as if she was vibrating all over.

She slid off CJ and snuggled up beside her, her head on her shoulder, a deep sense of belonging claiming her, mind and body.

And although they hadn’t had a conversation about what they were to each other, or becoming official beyond the kink dynamic, Kenna understood on some very deep level that she was CJ’s.

She belonged to her in every way that counted. Maybe she always had.

But there would be time to talk later. For now, everything she needed, everything she could ever want, was right here.