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cthrnschumacher · 1 year ago

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I'm Yours - Ch. 7 Slow Dancing in the Dark

Toto's POV

We exited my hotel room; I started making my way to the elevator and managed to push the call button for it to come to my floor. I stand there with Y/N in my arms. I never thought carrying someone would be calming, but her weight is soothing, and she radiates such a warmth that I could be lulled to sleep. I don't know how, but her presence drowns out the world, making it feel like it is just the two of us, and everything is in the silence of the background. It all feels right, and it's only been a few days. Every time I leave her, I yearn for the next interaction with her. I know it's still early in whatever this will be, but I need her around me. She brings such serenity into my life that I never knew it was something I needed. Mindlessly, I enter the elevator and push the button to the parking garage. Taking a second to see how Y/N is, I see she is in the lull of sleep, but she still remains slightly aware of her surroundings; her breathing is shallow and steady. I kiss the top of her head; her reaction to my little gesture causes her to snuggle closer into my arms, purring out my protective nature to shield her from the world.

The elevator dings, pulling me from our bubble, and the doors slide open to the garage. I make a beeline to my car to maintain our closed-off world. On my way there, I try to nudge Y/N softly, "Y/N…..Y/N…. hey, we are at my car; I'm going to have to let down now, okay." I feel her head nod in acknowledging my next step. We reach my car, and I keep my grasp on her thighs but start to lower myself, almost like I'm squatting to allow her feet to touch the ground. Assuring that she is stable, I allow myself to stand straight again, pulling her towards me and keeping her close. This will enable me to reach into my pocket for the car's key fob to open the trunk and place her backpack there. I feel Y/N push her face into my torso, and I instantly wrap my arm around her waist to pull her closer as I reach to press the button that closes the trunk. I guided her to the car's passenger side and ensured she got in just fine. Closing the door behind her, I go to the driver's side and slip in to start the car ride to her home. I didn't need to input her address into the GPS; during these short few days, I memorized her way home. As I exit the hotel garage and enter the city streets, I glance over to see Y/N leaning close to my side of the car. I note it, allowing myself to drive out the city streets quickly. Once I reach and merge onto the highway, I allow my arm to rest on the center armrest and let my forearm dangle, which helps my hand to relax on her thigh. Doing so, she moves in closer to me and rests her head on my arm. If I wasn't driving, I wanted to capture this moment: how her head nuzzled into my arm and hugged my arm for comfort. These intimate moments make time fly at supersonic speed, yearning to have her sleep in my arms, keeping her close. My thoughts are endlessly about her. They jump from wanting to see her in the office and her outstanding work ethic to taking long walks or hiking with picnics as we are on our little adventures or just going on late-night drives and her being my little passenger princess right now. These ideas run wild with the amount I want to do with her, just the two of us.

I glance over to see how Y/N is doing; she's dozed off and looking peaceful. It hurts that I must leave in two days; I will miss her. I have never liked long-distance relationships, but there is a first for everything, and I want to ensure it works with her. I can't lose her; I don't want to lose her. I reflect on my thoughts and know it's coming off as desperate, but it's quite the opposite. I have never found someone like her who gave me butterflies, and I want to be around her. As cheesy as it sounds, it is love at first sight, and I hate to have to put distance now when I feel we are having a great start to our connection. But this could be a great test; see how she reacts, and it will be a learning moment for her. I have been in a few, but our connection is different. With the others, they were almost needy in the contact and affection that was required of me. Y/N isn't like that. These past few days, I've gotten to know her. She is independent, intelligent, caring, and wholehearted in every action she takes. It took someone caring and loving for her to want that affection. I know she is competent on her own, and she has acknowledged it as well, but I can see that it puts her at ease not to take control, and I want to be that stability for her, as patriarchal as that sounds. And don't get me wrong, I want her to be successful, and I will let her do that. I don't want to limit the opportunities the world offers her because she deserves them all. After all, she is hard-working and earnest.

Too wrapped up in my thoughts, I realize that the next exit will soon take me to her house, and we will be there in a few short minutes. It's pretty dead on the streets where she lives, so I slow down to savour my time with her, but it still manages to go by quickly. I pull up close to her house, just a block away, to ensure none of her family members see me. I nudge her slightly to get her to wake, "Schatzi…..Y/N darling….. it's time to wake up…" I see her straighten up and lift her head off my arm. She looks up with the cutest sleepy eyes, and my heart hurts more to bother her peace. She takes a few seconds to recognize where she is and nods. "… awww, come here…." I chuckle softly at her disorientation but kiss her forehead; she leans into it more as if she doesn't want to leave. I pull back, bend down to capture her lips one last time and exit the car to open the trunk and get her bag. She was already out of the car, and I came to her side. I look down at how precious she is. God, she makes saying goodbye so tricky; I pull her in for a hug and rub her back. I speak just above a whisper, "I know Y/N…. it pains me to separate from you…. but we must." She nods, pulls away, and I see her walk to her house. When I see her entire garage and it closes, I get in the car and pull up closer to her house. She flickers the lights, signalling she is in her room, and with that, I drive off and back to the hotel similarly when dropping off the offer Y/N. I keep one hand on the steering wheel and place my other like I had Y/N holding my arm and resting her head on it. It's late in the night; the roads are dead, and it doesn't take me long to get back to the hotel.

I enter the parking garage and park in the same spot I had previously. Ensuring that my car is locked, I go upstairs and head straight to my room. The smell of Y/N is still faint in the air, making my lips curl slightly, feeling her presence. I strip from my sweats and the black cable-knit wool-cashmere sweater, and I'm not surprised that I'm semi-hard; I still feel her presence, the smell of and reminisce of what happened on the bed that I'm going to be sleeping in, which makes me react this way. But I don't act on the urge. I feel at ease with the night, just laying there and drifting into sleep, wishing she was in my arms. I hug the pillow I had placed for her; it smells of her, causing me to succumb to my sleepiness.

Before I knew it, it was 5:30 am, and I felt well-rested. I manage to still hug the pillow, but feel bliss that her scent is still there. She is all I think about now; I even dream of her, showering her with the affection she deserves, not just emotionally but physically. I decided to send her a message for when she woke. I grab my phone off the nightstand and unlock it. I go to my messages and click on her name when we become official; I can't wait to change her contact to something else. I thought briefly about what to type and decided on something simple, but I didn't want to overwhelm her.

Good Morning Princess

Yesterday was intense, but it was the right kind, and I won't lie; she glowed after being thoroughly fucked out, even if it was from my mouth and fingers doing it. And I just keep recalling her blissfullness. The way her pussy just squeezes my fingers, fuck, I just want to feel her walls clamp on my cock, to see her stomach bugle being deep in her. Her looking of being overstimulated, fuck, I lost control of myself just seeing her in that state, spasming from my doing. It makes my cock rock hard. I couldn't help but stroke myself slowly. She gets me horny, and sure, my sex drive is high, but fuck with Y/N, it's a whole new level, and I love every second. I keep with slow strokes. It's the idea of just teasing and becoming a leaking mess for her; the high of just edging myself because of her makes my cock leak with precum. And I won't lie the sight of my cock just makes the teasing all the better; the tip is achingly red and asking for attention. I can feel the blood pulsing in my cock as I slowly stroke my hand up and down, and the slight of precum just oozing out would put me over the edge. I let go of cock and just see it stand on its own, and the fact it twitches from the teasing makes me horny. I decided that this energy should be used well and think I should go to the gym.

I get out of bed and put on my sweats from last night, forgoing underwear and wanting to just feel my sensitive cock move freely. I also put on my gym shirt from the day before and take a chance to look in the mirror. Deciding that my appearance was decent, but I took slight issue with the way my dick was tenting in my sweats. I won't lie. It was kinda hot to see it like that, but if I was in public, it was best I not be too indecent. I decide to pull my dick up, and it sits flat onto my navel, being held there, the waistband of my sweats. It doesn't make my hard cock noticeable because of the shirt, which is a plus, but it would later be my demise. I grab my headphones and room key and head out. I decide to retake the stairs to the gym; to my luck, it's empty again. I head straight to the treadmill and just start with a walking pace. As I began to slow, I couldn't help but feel my cock leak with precum. It was soon then done I realized the friction with my sweats and my cock being held in place flat against my navel by the waistband of my sweats, providing enough friction to make it leak. Smile slightly at the stimulation, like fuck the light pressure, and the rubbing feels fantastic, but I suppress the urge and start jogging. Finally finishing up on the treadmill, I decided today would be an excellent chance to work my legs. I opened the notes app again and pulled up my leg routine. The gym isn't like a regular gym, so I have to substitute some of my exercise with alternatives. Since I'll be focusing on the quads, hamstrings and calves, and if I have time, we will also do a bit of core exercise. Since there aren't that many machines for legs, I use the free weight to get the most leg exercise, and I decided to make it a split circuit session to make it the most intense. I determined the order to be Bulgarian divided squats, stiff leg deadlifts, and weighted calve raises, doing six sets of each exercise, eight reps of the weight. It wasn't too bad; it was an average pace like all my workouts. After finalizing the plan, I walk over to the dumbbells and start with a lightish weight for my first two sets. Breezing through the first exercise circuit, I take a small break, sip some water and continue this, gradually increasing the weight every 2 sets. I keep going on until I'm done with my last set of weighted calve raises.

Walking over and re-raking the weights, I sit to calm down a bit from the exercise. Feeling less exhausted, I get up from the bench, exit the gym doors, and go to the elevator to return to my hotel room. I glance down at my phone, and it's now 7am; I don't see any missed notifications either, so I will continue until I need to start work. Finally arriving on my floor, I head to open the door, enter my room and turn on the lights. I turn on the lights in the washroom and get all my things prepared to shower. Once that is done, I grab the hotel phone, dial-up for room service, and order the same thing I had last time. Finally placing the order for my breakfast and hanging up the phone, I head back to the washroom to shower.

I turn on the tap to get the water running so I don't hop in. When the water is freezing, I take the chance to strip off gym clothes. Stepping into the shower, I step under the shower head and let myself soak under the water. I let the warm water run down my head and body. Feeling I had let myself sit under the water for a reasonable amount of time, I grabbed the washcloth, poured some shower gel, and started lathering my body. Feeling I covered every inch of my body in studies, I stepped back under the shower head and rose off. Feeling refreshed and clean, I turn off the shower tap, step out, grab a towel and start drying off. Wrapping the towel around my body, I step out of the washroom. I first turn on the TV to help decide on my outfit based on the weather. I concluded that it was practically the same weather as yesterday, so I spiced it up with dark tan chinos, a white dress shirt and a black cable-knit wool-cashmere sweater over the top. I decided on the sweater I wore last night, but I plan on gifting it to Y/N as a goodbye present. It's a little cheesy, but I want her to have it, to remember me, to feel close on days when she struggles the most and wants to be in my arms. I wear it often to make sure it smells like me and always comfort her even though we will be miles apart. Feeling my heart skip a beat at the thought and reflexively biting my lower lip in excitement, I get dressed and spray a heavy amount of deodorant and cologne, ensuring she receives the perfumey smell mixed in with my natural musk as I wear it. Finishing with looking presentable, I grab my tablet and skim over some of the work notifications I have to fill in my time as I wait for room service to bring my breakfast.

A few moments later, there is a knock at my door, in which it is my breakfast. I let them in to place it on the table, and soon enough, they are out. I finally take a chance to dig in and get some food into my system. While doing so, I checked my phone to see if Y/N was finally awake; sure enough, there was a good morning text. I smile, see her response, and click on our text messages. I decided to text back to see how she slept, and I got even more excited seeing the little text bubble pop up indicating that she was typing her message. I shove more food into my mouth to fill this waiting time. And see her response,

Good! Slept through the entire night for once!

I'm glad to hear that she rested well; I am a little concerned, tho when she says for once, she makes it seem like she doesn't sleep often; this will be something later, but for now, I'm just happy she slept well. But my next concern is if she is sore from our activities yesterday. I figured out how to respond briefly, but I also inquired about her actual state of being. I finally decided on a reply,

That's good to hear. How are you feeling about last night, and soreness or muscle aches? Just making sure you're okay.

I hope she sees the sincerity in my concern. I want to take our activities further, and it's adorable that she is naive to this realm, but if last night was just a taste of what could come, I want to make adjustments to make it more pleasurable without exhausting her. I saw her typing again, so I put down my phone for a second to eat some food and take a sip of coffee, which was ample time for her to reply. Her text was adorable,

That is probably the reason why I slept so well.

It had the emoji with hands hiding the face. Even through text, she still knows how to portray her shyness; she is so expressive, and seeing her this way is lovely. From what I get so far, she seems pretty reserved, and the more we talk, the more that breaks. Deciding it is time to change the subject, I reply:

Well, I'm glad you're okay and slept well from it ;). What are your plans for today?

I see her start typing again. I wish I could be having this back and forth over the phone, but I don't know how comfortable she is; I also don't want to overstep just yet. See that she replied

There's not much going on. I'm just studying and getting work done at home today! Why, what's up??

I decided on making the trip to see her since she's home, but I want to first see if she is okay with it.

Are you okay if I stop by? I want to see you one last time before my flight tomorrow if that's okay?"

I see her typing again, but I now have my gut flipping in nervousness, hoping she doesn't shoot down the inquiry. I set my phone down again, took a few more bits of my breakfast, and sipped my coffee. I still don't see a response and try not to overthink it. Maybe she is just doing something and not readily at her phone right now, or I shouldn't look into this small action so much. Slightly shaking the thought from my head and taking more food while focusing on the TV, I see several notifications pop up. I took a second to breathe and unlock my phone. Her reply was in several short texts.

Of course, it is! Tho just be here after 1:30pm, and you might have to leave at 5pm I just don't want anyone in my family to see you Sorry if that's a lot to ask for I get it if that's also a lot to ask for, and if you don't want to come, I get that as well.

I reread those messages. It's cute that she wants to sneak around, and I won't lie, I understand where she is coming from; all of this is relatively new to the both of us, and we don't want a lot of people knowing until we are both sure we can handle the heat.

Yes, that shouldn't be a problem at all!

I see her typing immediately, and it makes me smile to know that I've made her day, even more so that she'll get to see me. I see her text pop up.

Great! See you soon!

I'm smiling ear to ear, to which I reply back reflexively at this point.

See you too!

I place my phone further away and slump into my chair, astonished. I get to see her one last time. It will be bittersweet, but I can't wait. With that, I continue eating breakfast and focusing on the local news. Even though it is background noise to the million thoughts racing in my head, it's not dead silence. Finally finishing breakfast in auto-pilot mode, I take the chance to look down at my watch to see the time; it is currently 8:30am, so I have a few hours to kill before I should actually make my way to her, and since I'm leaving the city, who knows how bad the traffic is so I know that I'll need to go the hotel roughly 12:30ish to make to her.

With that, I move from the table where I had breakfast to the desk. I sign in to my laptop and set up my tablet to get started on some work that requires my attention. I have a meeting today to talk to some team members about coordinating the Y/N fellowship for the year. We were thinking about the logistics of this, which means we would want her to start when the next season starts, and since we are in October, these logistics need to happen quickly. That is the first meeting I will be jumping into, which is ironically happening now. Logging into the team meeting mainly involves HR personnel and a few other members. I see the Head of HR, several assistants, and some of our staff do some DEI work. I pulled up the agenda for the meeting and saw the discussion of the fellowship opportunity, along with the Professor of the course. The meeting started by approving the agenda, which was done smoothly. Now, we have transitioned into a quick discussion of the items before getting onto the topic of the Y/N fellowship. The leader of the meeting first handed off the debate to the Professor.

We first finalize the idea that instead of a studying abroad program, which is only a few months, this will be considered a fellowship, in which Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team will award the fellowship to Y/N to research DEI in the Motorsport industry and how to enhance inclusivity not only within the industry but more within the teams. We decided the fellowship would be a year-long concurrent with the race season, which she will start after the FIA gala and finish the following year around that same time. This means she will need to put her next semester on pause for her courses and come to the UK as of December and finish her classes online. It shouldn't be too hard; we will collaborate with her professors to adjust to the new schedule. I will give her a brief update when I see her later today. Still, since most things are not concrete, we need to have a few more meetings within the next week to figure out how to accommodate her stay and more of the course content. We would want to make this a fruitful fellowship. We end this meeting on good terms, and I hope to go into the next meeting on car development for the upcoming season. In this meeting, I can sit back a bit more and listen to how the development is going and the direction the team is taking.

The meeting ended in no time, and I let my team know I would be taking the afternoon off and wouldn't be in much contact. Shutting down my laptop, I left it at my desk in the hotel room, grabbed my bag, and placed my tablet there, deciding to show Y/N the preliminary logistics of the fellowship. Once that is done, I slip on my loafers and jacket, then placing my wallet and room key in my pocket, I head out the door with my bag over my shoulder. Since the day was sunny, I put my sunglasses on and went to the elevator to head down to the parking garage. Exiting, I unlock my car, heading straight to the driver's side and slipping in. I place the shoulder bag on the passenger. Closing the door behind me, I turn on the car, get the seat belt on, reverse out and make my way over to Y/N's house. Even though I knew the exact way to her house, I put her address into the GPS to see how long during the day time if it would take to get to her house; it wasn't so bad, 45 to 50 minutes until I reached her home. That should put me close to meeting her at 1:30, with some time to spare. If I arrive early, I see a grocery store and might pick up some of her favourite snacks. I don't like the idea of showing up empty-handed, and I know I can't bring her flowers since she admitted that she didn't want anyone in her family to know, so her favourite snacks will suffice.

As I drove there, it turned out my plan was right, and I decided to head up to the grocery store to pick up her snacks. It only takes me a few minutes since Twizzlers and energy drinks are in the same aisle. Grabbing the items and cashing out the self-checkout. I return to my car, place them in the bag, and start my journey to see Y/N. In a few minutes, I'm finally at her house. I stopped on a different street from her home and pulled out my phone. I unlock my phone and open the messaging app. I click her name and text her, letting her know I'm here. I leave my car, grab my shoulder bag, and walk to her house. It was a relatively minute walk, and I saw the garage door to her house open up. She was standing at the top of the stairs leading inside her house with an adorable grin plastered on those beautiful lips. I'm lucky to have my sunglasses on; I take the movement to scan my eyes up and down her body; she has on leggings like yesterday, and she's wearing a zip-up hoodie that zips up a little less than halfway. It showed a cute little bralette; her hair was up in a ponytail, and her curls were a little frizzy but coiled enough, making it look like she styled it a bit. I enter her garage, and she immediately clicks the button to close it behind me.

I get closer to her as she is still standing on the stairs and in the doorway, where I lift my sunglasses up for them to rest on my head. I make eye contact with her as she stands, where she is almost my height. "Hi" "Hi" "How was the drive-in? I hope traffic wasn't so bad?" "No, it wasn't, but I'm happier to see you." She bit her bottom lip at the remark, and a blush creeps. She makes me melt at how reactive she is. "why don't you just come on in?" "Sure." "Would you mind taking off your shoes? We don't wear them around the house." "Of course I can…" "Would it also be too much to ask you to bring them upstairs? I just don't want anyone to see in case you need to sneak out." "Awe, of course, only to make you feel more comfortable." I smile up at her, and we lock eyes. I wink at her for a second. Her cheeks turn crimson.

I enter her house; it's quite a lovely modern home with a few antique items. I slip off my loafers and grab them to bring them up. "Follow me," which I helplessly do; I assume she is taking me to her room. I know it sits atop the garage as she flickers the lights whenever I take her home. I follow her; as we make our way up the staircase, I see the master bedroom and another bedroom, and I see a room at the end of the hall that seems to be her room, as the desk is the first thing I see with a monitor and laptop that is on. She enters first, and as I follow behind her, I start looking around; her room is nice, it's white with a plum accent wall. Her room is enormous enough, with a queen-sized bed in the middle resting against the accent wall; it has an in-wall bench; it fits her perfectly.

"You can sit on the bed or the bench if you want; you can place the shoes on the bench with your book bag." "Sure."

I do as she recommends, placing both down, and I remove my jacket and put it beside them. I turn around and catch her eyeing me up and down. It's cute to see her in the act, and I decide to step closer, and her eyes lock with mine. I speak just above a whisper at how incredibly close we are, "I miss you," "Me too," and I place a hand at her waist to pull her in, and I cup her cheek to lean down and kiss her softly. I couldn't tell you how long we kissed, but it was slow and felt like an eternity. I pull away and lean my forehead against hers; I hear her say, "How do I miss you this much? I don't want you to go…" "I know, but it won't be long until you see me again." It was an honest answer; it pained me to hear her say that, and I kissed her forehead. I grab her hand, walk over to her bed, and take a seat, sitting almost in the center of the bed. My legs open, and she steps to stand between them, but what shocks me is she sits on my lap.

Instantly put my hands around her waist to steady her but to pull her in. She rested her head on my shoulder, and I decided to make the moment more enjoyable. I lie down with her, causing her to squeal at the action, and I chuckle. Entirely lying down with her almost on top of me, she giggles and rests her chin on my chest as she looks me in the eyes. I can tell she is thinking about something and decides to entertain it for a little, "Penny for you thought?" "Well, I was thinking about the fellowship, and I know it's only been like a day or two since I've asked, but has there been any discussion yet?" It is as if she can read me like an open book, and I decide to fill her in on the details. "Actually, there has been. Would you like to see some of the things we discussed?" but then I lift my head up and whisper, "But I would have to swear you to secrecy." I feel her giggle with her on top of me, and she frantically nods.

I bite my lip and gently remove her from me. I got up and walked over to my book bag. Her excitement and anticipation put me over the moon; I turned back and walked to the bed and found Y/N in the center, sitting and waiting patiently. I sit down with one leg hanging off the side of the bed with the other bent. I open the book bag and decide to give her the snacks I got her, "But first, I didn't really want to come empty-handed, so I got you these," and handed her the Twizzlers and energy drinks. "awe, Toto you didn't have too" "Schatzi, I know, but I wanted to, plus there is more, but that is for later."

She raises her single eyebrow like I do but dismisses it immediately, knowing that if she doesn't accept, she will end up with items regardless. I pulled out my tablet and opened up some of the documents being reviewed today and some of the notes I'd made. I knew this conversation would be lengthy, so I also took hold of the stylus in case Y/N had questions and could pose them to the team.

I started explaining the logistics, in which it will be a year-long fellowship; the team is looking to possibly start in November or December; for that start, she would need to complete onboarding, and we would have to figure out what finishing this semester will look like. The allotted credits will be an entire course load, allowing her to complete her degree on time to graduate with her class. We then move the discussion to living accommodations, which my team will provide for the follow-up. She is technically employed under the team, with a contract to sign, NDAs, and other documents. Since she will also be travelling with the team and will be working under the FIA as well, I informed her that my team is also working on her visa applications and FIA documents for her to do legal work and research under our team and FIA board and ensuring that we can adequately pitch the idea to research other teams and participants at the races. The last thing we discussed was the living accommodations; I told her the team would provide her with all the support she needed. I have yet to say to her that even though she will get money for the support, she will live with me.

"Did you have any questions, or did you want to wait until you get the actual contract with all of it written out?" "I can wait, Toto; I would like to see it in writing because that would be considered a binding contract." "I understand; it will take another week or so." "Yeah, that's no problem; just see it in writing." "I get that."

I place my tablet back in my book bag and turn back to her; Y/N is biting her bottom lip as if she is thinking of something. She then leans in and kisses me softly. I cup her face with my hand and kiss her back; I turn my body more and gently nudge her to lie down. The kiss became more passionate, and she wrapped her arms around my neck; she tangled her hands into my hair and slightly tugged the hair near the nap of my neck. I start moving my hands up and down her body, just wanting to feel more of her. I pull away from kissing her lips and start peppering them down her jaw to her neck. I kiss that sweet spot close to her ear, and she starts moaning. I travel my hands down to her body and tug at the hoodie. I feel her head nod, and I take that as a sign and unzip her hoodie and slip it off her, exposing her skin, now covered in goosebumps. I feel her legs wrap around my waist, and feeling her wanting more friction ignites me to go further. I move my hand back up her body until I reach her bralette and massage her breast. My little action causes her to arch her body in my hand; I smile and kiss her neck, to which I then use my thumb and gently rub it over her nipple, which starts to pebble. Making sure to treat both her breasts with just as equal attention, I start kissing down her neck, to her collarbone and then her breast. I tug at Y/N's bralette with my teeth. "ahhh… yes… toto… please…" Hearing her beg just purrs at my possessive side, especially when she is such an angel doing unholy things.

My hands do quick work to remove her bralette, and I attach my mouth and start flicking her nipple; her whimpers get louder, and she pushes her head further into her body, sucking more and making sure her nipple is wet; I unlatch my mouth and blow lightly at the patch of wetness on her nipple, she whimpers more and arching her back up. I give the same attention to her other nipple and tug at her leggings; she nods again. Hooking my fingers at the waist of her leggings and start pulling them down her hips along with her panties while I'm still sucking her nipples. She unhook her legs from my torso to allow me to pull them off completely; she now lying underneath me in all her glory. I pull away from her nipple for a final time and blow softly, and the patch of wetness, she whimpers from the clash of temperature on her body. I trail my hand down her body to between her legs, running my fingers and feeling the wetness between her legs, "awe, my little princess is so wet, just for me."

She moans at my touch and words, "Daddy…. please", her desperate sound of wanting more friction, I smear her wetness all over her pussy, causing her to buck up when I rub my palm over her clit. Smiling at her reaction, "Come on princess, open your legs for daddy." She does so immediately, opening wide for me to see her snatch glistening from her slick. "Dripping just for me, Daddy barely did anything" I look up to see her looking intently at me, her pupils blown wide; I seize the moment to lay down, causing the mattress to dip and putting her legs on my shoulders and blow a little at her cunny while looking directly at her. That moment of seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head, then being tossed back, and her whimpering made me latch my mouth onto her clit, tonguing the bundle of nerves. I kept a steady rhythm and preventing her from bucking her hips into my head, I kept my arms wrapped around her waist to steady her. She tasted too sweet, and all I could do was lap her pussy with my tongue, focusing more on her clit before sucking. Her moans, more engaged, "Daddy, please… I… I'm gonna cum" "Cum for me, princess," sucking on her labia and licking a flat stripe up her pussy. "Let me taste you, princess. Make a mess for Daddy." With another suck on her clit, she fell apart in high keening moans escaping and writhed helplessly in my grasp. "ohh, that's such a sweet, creamy pussy for Daddy." Her juices kept flowing as a tonguing her now overstimulated pussy.

Loosening my grasp around her waist, I crawl back up to Y/N and kiss her softly, her moaning into the kiss, tasting herself on my lips; she pulls away with a wicked grin on her face, "Your turn, Daddy," Shocked by her remarks. I go to sit on the edge of the bed; she crawls to me and straddles my lap, and my hands instantly fly to her waist. She pulls at my collar to bring me into a searing, hot kiss, but she starts biting and tugging at my bottom lip. Even though my cock has been problematic since our start, this is straining more against the confinement of my pants. She starts roaming her hands down my torso, lifting the hem of the black sweater up until she reaches my neck. We break from the kiss, and she lifts the sweater off my arms and neck and throws it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Her lips are back on mine, kissing me passionately, and her hands make quick work on the buttons of my shirt. Doing so, she started kissing down my jaw and down my neck. I knew she was genuinely different when her lips landed on my neck, and she started nipping and leaving love bites in the spot just under my ear. Moaning her name and pulling her up against me more, leaving no space. Dazed in the sensation she was giving me, I hadn't realized she tugged the shirt out of my pants, slipping off my arms and discarding with the rest of the clothes. Her small hands roam my torse, wanting her to feel more of me, and she leaves kisses on my neck and chest. By this point, I'm panting, realizing what she is about to do. She lifts herself off from straddling my lap but still kisses down my chest, her hands fiddling with the button and zipper of my pants but manages to undo both, hooking her fingers on the waist and band of my pants and underwear, removing them in one go. I lift my hips up, giving her ease to do so. As she got them off, she kneeled in front of me, looking innocently, and all I could do was adore the sight in front of me, and my cock twitched with excitement.

I whispered softly, "It's okay, princess, don't be shy." I couldn't help but smile and continued, "Just give Daddy a kiss." I could see the hesitation while maintaining eye contact; her plump lips kissed the head of my cock, and I could help my groan. Her lips were unlike any other feelings. My cock oozed with precum. Her small hand wanted to wrap around my cock, but couldn't from its girth; she slowly stroked it while licking the head. I tossed my head back, grunting at her actions. I felt lost in English words and started reverting to German. She starts licking the entire length of cock, licking long strips on the understrip. I don't know how I recovered from the blissfulness and getting lost, but I bring my head back up to look down at Y/N.

I can see her visibly enjoying herself, giving pleasure to me. My head was swimming with lustful thoughts the more I could do with her. Until I felt more heat around the head of my cock to realize she popped the head of cock into her mouth, I had to suppress the urge to buck my hip up. I knew she had no experience, but her actions of tonguing and sucking on the tip of my cock could make her blow my seed at any second. "Ahh… princess… y.. you're gonna make daddy cum… if you continue." From that comment, she sucked harder on the tip, and I couldn't help but groan again, "fuck… princess… ahh… you love sucking daddy cock don't you…. fuck… you cock hungry … for daddy?" Her mouth made a popping sound, dropping my cock from her mouth while stroking the base of my cock. She looked up at me adoringly and kissed my thighs all the way up to my hip but whispered, "I love daddy's cock." She lowered her mouth to my cock again, sucking hard on the tip and stroking the base. Her actions brought me closer to my release, I was whimpering as she tongued the tip. Embracing the pleasure that Y/N has me in and edging me out for so long, I let my climax wash over me. Feeling my cock twitch in her mouth as ropes of my cum fill her. What I hadn't expected was for Y/N to suck harder, wanting to swallow my spend, mewing out in pleasure as Y/N sucked my oversensitive cock. Feeling that she has swallowed all of my spent, she pops her mouth off my cock, and shifts her gaze up to me.

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