Page 17 of Hot Touch (Love To The Rescue #3)

NATHAN

Exactly five years later

“Nate,” she gasped as I growled. Sweetness filled my mouth, making me want more. My tongue laved at her quaking inner thighs. My hands on the back of them spreading her open.

“Fucking hell. This is good,” I grunted. I dipped my fingers into the slice of cake she’d brought for us and smeared it all over one cheek. “You’re my very own birthday treat, baby girl.” I licked it clean, breathing in the sugary frosting and my woman’s honey.

Vanilla buttercream and my woman filled my lungs. Jesus. This was the best tradition my wife and I had. Top three of my favorites.

“Nathan,” she cried, bucking, trying to shove her perfect peach-shaped ass into my face. I smacked the side that hadn’t been covered in the sticky desert.

“Be a good girl for daddy.”

Yep. It had been five years, and this was still our thing. Our own little tradition.

“It’s my birthday.” As if she needed a reminder.

We’d been at this for hours, in our bedroom with a slice of homemade cake she’d baked and our phones disconnected for the day. It was fucking heaven and hell. My beautiful wife, my baby girl, let me do anything I wanted to her body until we were both sweating messes.

“Nate!” she whined, and I grinned.

The last five years had passed by in a blur. We got married surrounded by our family and friends by the lake at the ski resort seven months later. Our time together felt like a blink so far. Experiencing highs and lows life threw in our direction that we got through together.

I scraped my teeth against her ass, slowly, torturously making my way towards where she wanted my mouth.

“Please,” she begged so fucking beautifully.

Fuck. I couldn’t believe that at my age, I could not only get hard but this hard.

I felt like I could chop fucking wood with the pipe between my legs.

“Uh-uh… what do you call me, little girl?” I warned, loving the way she trembled in front of me. Even after all this time, five years, my woman was still so damn responsive to my touch. Greedy for it.

“Daddy.” Alejandra’s back arched when she stuck out her delectable ass. I pulled her cheeks apart and breathed in, loving the sight of her awaiting holes. Her sex clenched like her pretty little pussy was starving for my cock. “Look how fucking wet you are for me.”

“Daddy.”

“Yes, baby.” I grinned like a cat who was about to eat his canary. “Love hearing you call out for me.”

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she begged, her pretty nipples standing at attention for me. Fuck. Looking at her sprawled out for me, my very own birthday treat, made my tastebuds sing and my dick leak.

“Good girl. That’s my angel, asking for what she wants.”

“Baby.” She squirmed. I glanced up at her, loving the sight of her curvy body bent over the edge of the bed. My hand rose and landed on her perfect ass cheek.

“Move again, and daddy’s going to tie you to the headboard and keep you there until your voice is gone from crying out for more,” I threatened, spanking her ass one more time, my handprint leaving a mark.

Alejandra’s little hole clenched in front of me, aching to be filled. I shut my eyes for a moment. Every damn day, there was something, or lots of things, that hit me straight in the chest, reminding me of just how perfect my woman was. My complete and utter match in more ways than one.

And in that moment, it was a reminder.

My baby girl liked that picture I painted for her, and I simply added it to a never-ending list of things we would be exploring.

Every day was something new with her, and I fucking loved it.

Loved how we explored in and out of the bedroom.

It wasn’t just about sex between us. She’d told me about the promise she’d made herself the night of the fire, and we had been living life with no regrets.

We’d traveled and done things both of us had just dreamt of in the past. Life was never boring, and even though she swore up and down that’s what she’d been before meeting me, I called bullshit.

I reached down for the plate next to me for more of the frosting to line her spine once again. “You’re not fair,” she whined, arching her back, trembling under my tongue.

“You said I could do whatever I wanted with this slice of cake,” I rumbled, pressing my lips against her right shoulder blade, then the left.

“It’s tradition,” she whimpered. I hummed against the line of her back as I slowly made my way back to my very own slice of heaven on earth.

“See, daddy doesn’t have to be fair.” I grinned, licking the now melting goodness off her.

“Please,” she squealed, and I leaned forward again, licking her. Nipping at her overly warm, oversensitive flesh. Every buck and roll of her hips felt like a reward. Like a fucking medal I’d proudly wear.

My tongue traveled lower, to the small of her back, the curve of her ass, then to her sweet-as-fuck pussy, savoring her sweetness mixed with buttercream.

Jesus, I’d had my girl countless times in that many positions and places, but every time was like a fucking awakening.

Stirring something inside me so deep so primal I never trusted myself to find my way back to sanity.

“So sweet and so warm.” Two of my fingers slid into her, and my groan felt louder than her cry.

She was perfection molding against my digits as they slowly scissored inside of her.

“So fucking tight for daddy.” My nose flared.

The sight of her bending over, listening to me, offering herself over to me on a silver platter was almost too much.

I licked her like she was my very own melting ice cream cone until she filled all my senses.

She ground against my face, pulling animal-like sounds out of me.

All I could breathe and smell was my beautiful wife.

I ate her like a starving man until I couldn’t handle it anymore.

My dick throbbed and ached for release before I kneeled and lined the head of my dick up with her entrance.

Just the sight of it made my cock weep. She looked back at me with her need, and I was done teasing us.

I impaled her tight little snatch in one punishing thrust.

“Yes!” she hissed, her head falling on my shoulder.

“Give it to me,” I growled, my lips at the shell of her ear. “Milk daddy’s cock like a good girl, Alex.”

Her lips found mine. I swallowed every moan and cry.

Our sticky, sweat-covered bodies slapped together obscenely.

The sounds echoed against the walls of our bedroom as we both raced to fall over the edge of bliss.

It was rare when I got there first. My priority was always her.

Alexs’ pleasure and needs. Her body was my house of worship, and I tried not to crash and splinter, but it seemed that teasing her through two orgasms made her body do that fucking thing when she rippled around me.

Pulling and drawing me in deeper. Tighter.

Teasing her as much as I had after the last round backfired on me.

“Alé. Baby girl,” I rasped.

“Daddy,” she squeaked just as my release crashed over me like a tidal wave.

My face dropped against her back when it hit me. With my cheek against her smooth flesh, my cum rushed through me, jetting out, pulsing through my balls intensely. Like hot lava exploding, ribbon after ribbon flooded her body.

I didn’t stop thrusting harder. Roughly. Her ass bounced and jiggled, and I took in the show. Once, twice, three more times before I shoved punishingly one more time, and my body went taut.

“Yes!” she cried, and I felt it. Her own orgasm hit. Thank fuck. Her sex clenched around me almost painfully. Milking every single drop out of me, prolonging the euphoric orgasm in a way only Alex could. I had no idea how each and every time was better than the last.

“Fuck!” I groaned loudly, breathless and tired as I tried to keep my body weight off her after she slumped down onto the bed.

“Hmm,” she huffed, but even though she didn’t say anything and I couldn’t see her, I could hear the smile in her voice. We lay like that for a long moment before I rolled off to her side. My body felt boneless, but the need to touch her helped me find the energy to lightly stroke her back.

“Happy birthday,” she sighed with a happy look as she turned to face me. I moved us up and got us situated. With my back on the mattress and my baby girl tucked to my side, I looked up at the ceiling.

“Happy birthday, indeed,” I drawled out.

I felt like a lucky son of a gun.

At my age, knowing I’d spend the rest of my days with a good woman was a blessing.

But my biggest reward was knowing she felt safe enough to show me her vulnerable side.

A side she hardly ever showed because she wasn’t afraid to ask what she wanted.

Alex knew she was completely safe with me.

She knew I would do anything to protect and cherish her as well as worship at her cute little toes.

“Good cake?” she asked, shifting at my side. I glanced down, and the hand I had beneath her moved to cup her ass.

“Best cake I’ve ever had,” I answered, and she laughed. The sound filled my soul in a way that fed my bones and body and heart. And almost better than the time we’d shared between the sheets.

Her fingertips drew random patterns on my chest.

“Thank you,” I breathed out.

“For what?” She lifted up to look at me.

“For today. For yesterday. For tomorrow.” She might have playfully rolled her eyes at my flowery words, but she knew I was serious.

“I love you, Mr. Benson.” She grinned, changing the subject because my woman was way too humble.

“I know, Mrs. Benson.” I kissed the top of her head.

Her eyes sparkled before her gaze went to the old horribly painted lightsaber painting I’d moved into our bedroom.

Something my girl had insisted on. Alex had taken one look at that painting and smiled at me, telling me it was one of the most romantic quotes in film history.

If I hadn’t already known she was mine, that would have sealed it.

She settled in next to me, her ear right over my heart.

“You wanna watch the game? she asked quietly, and I grunted in response. I didn’t need anything but her. My baby girl’s fingers started to move lower, and I knew my insatiable girl was feeling greedy.

Something I had no problem taking care of. One hot touch of her hand on me was all I needed to rally and find some extra energy to take care of the woman who not only held my heart in her hands but took care of me back.

And once again, I thought about what a lucky son of a bitch I was.