“Fuck you’re so wet baby girl.”
“Only for you, Dante. You and nobody else.”
His towel-covered erection pokes the front of my bikini and I let out a tiny gasp.
“Is this what you want, little one?” he asks, glancing down at it and then back up to my eyes.
I reach down and take the thin terry cloth between my fingertips and slowly pull it away to reveal his cock. First the base comes into view where it emerges from his well groomed pubic fur. Then the long shaft with its gentle upward curve. Finally the towel slips off of his round, smooth head, and his cock bounces slightly, free from the weight of the damp fabric.
I’ve never seen anything so appetizing in all my life. That thing has to go in my mouth no matter what.
“Go on, little one” Dante says. “Touch it.”
Moving timidly at first, my fingertips glide over his hard penis. It jumps a little at my touch and I can’t help but giggle. I look up at Dante’s face, and he smiles and nods, encouraging me to go on. I run my fingertips over the skin of his shaft. It’s like nothing I have ever felt before—hard and rigid as a polished stone and yet smooth and soft as silk at the same time.
“That’s it,” he tells me, “don’t be shy.”
I grip the base of his erection and stoke the full length of it. His skin shifts ever so slightly over the hard inner core of his erection. I stroke him again. And again.
“I want to taste you so bad,” I whine.
Dante sits back onto the bench, and I drop to my knees in front of him. My pussy is practically gushing I’m so turned on. I press my lips to the head, kissing it softly. His cock bucks slightly in my hand, as if it has a life of its own. I rub the head back and forth over my soft lips, relishing the feeling. I let the tip of my tongue graze the underside, moistening it with my saliva.
“Oh fuck yes, baby girl. That’s just want I like.”
Dante tangles his fingers through my hair and softly guides my head forward. He isn’t forcing me; he is just giving me a nudge of gentle encouragement. Dante is always so good at that. He always makes me feel so confident, letting me know I can be great at anything if I just put my mind to it.
I slip the tip of his cock between my moistened lips and suck like a little girl with her lollipop. Dante exhales with pleasure. I slide my mouth farther down his shaft, keeping my tongue pressed to the underside of his hot, throbbing cock. I taste the salt of his sweat and pre-cum. I go deeper. His woodsy masculine scent fills my nostrils and I inhale him deeply.
“That’s it,” Dante whispers, stroking my hair and smiling. “Suck it like a good girl.”
I lock my eyes with his as I begin to bob my head in a steady rhythm, sucking his luscious cock in long wet strokes.
“Does that cock taste good, baby?” he asks.
“Mm-hm,” I moan with my mouth full.
It feels so good to have his hard meaty shaft sliding into my mouth. Dante rocks his hips gently, fucking his cock deeper into my throat. He’s so fucking deep inside me I can’t stand it. I slip my fingers into the front of my bikini bottoms and start fingering my clit. The sweaty masculine smell of my man envelopes me. I groan and whine with pleasure with his dick in my mouth.
“Fuck, if you keep that up, I’m going to blow my load in your hot little mouth,” Dante breathes huskily.
I want to swallow him so bad. I wonder what his cum will taste like. There’s so much I want to learn about my older man. And I’m a little bit nervous too. I know that when Dante cums, it’s no fucking joke. This man shoots some seriously loads. I don’t know if I can handle it. But I’m sure as hell going to do my best.
But that doesn’t happen. Dante pulls my face off of him. Long strings of saliva stretch from his cock to my lips. I gasp and heave for air, not realizing just how long I’ve been going down on him.
“We can’t have that just yet,” Dante says with a grin. “It’s high time your little virgin pussy got some attention. Now get up here and turn around.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. All I know is that I love it when he tells me what to do. I love learning just what my older man likes.
I climb onto the bench on my hands and knees, and raise my tushy up in the air, offering myself to him. I’m his to take, no questions asked. The knots on my hips come undone, and he rips the bikini bottom off of me, leaving me completely naked, completely exposed.
“Just look at that perfect little ass,” Dante growls, as he squeezes my rump.
He spreads my cheeks apart and buries his face in my behind, eating my pussy and asshole with his wet tongue until my whole backside is one big sloppy mess. I grip the edge of the bench until my knuckles are white.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I beg him. “I need you inside me!”
He gives me one last long lick, and then raises himself up. The head of his cock pokes the outside of my pussy.
“That’s right, baby girl. You’ve been saving this sweet little virgin pussy. Now I’m going to take it. Now it’s mine.”
I actually squeak with excitement. He’s going to fuck me from behind, just like I saw him do with my mother that night when I found them together in the kitchen. Every night since then, I have dreamed of this. I have dreamed of bending over and spreading myself for him so he can see all of forbidden parts—the folds of my pussy lips wet with dew, and my other puckered, tight hole, plus that soft sensitive space in between. Nothing hidden, everything on display, just for him and him alone to claim and to fuck. I’ve dreamed of it every night, and now it is finally happening.
“It’s all yours,” I whine, barely even able to speak. “My pussy is yours.”
“That’s right,” he says aggressively. “Mine and mine alone. I’m staking my fucking claim.”
His hands firmly grip my hips, which are slippery with sweat and steam. He pulls me onto him, and the round head of his cock parts my wet pussy lips. There is no resistance as he slides the head inside me, and even just that little bit feels so amazing that a soft moan escapes my mouth.
But he doesn’t go all the way in right way. Instead, he pulls back, then pushes his tip inside me again, this time going just a little deeper.
He’s toying with me—teasing me with his juicy cock.
He pulls back once again, and I raise my hips and spread my stance even wider, letting him know I am ready for him.
Then he sinks into me completely until the taut muscles of his pelvis are pressed hard against my soft supple ass, and his cock is seated deep inside, stoking the fire that smolders at the core of me.
“Oh my god, Dante, you feel so good inside me,” I whine.
I can barely control my voice with all of the intense emotions churning inside me. There is a knot in my chest like I might burst into tears or burst out laughing—or something else halfway between.
Letting myself go, I moan and sob and gurgle as he plunges into me again and again, gradually dialing up the tempo.
We are both slippery with sweat, and he runs his hands up and down my back as his pelvis slaps into me from behind. He grunts like a beast with each thrust, and my pussy is making wet, slick sucking sounds as his cock pumps in and out.
“Oh shit, Trixie, your little pussy is so fucking tight. It feels incredible.”
His fingers cup my ass and he runs his thumb through my crack, caressing my other hole with sweet circular pressure. He slides a wet fingertip inside, fingering my asshole as he pounds my pussy. The feeling is almost more than I can bear. I smile as I realize that I’ve had him now in every hole.
“Fuck me harder,” I beg him. “Harder.”
I buck my hips into him, slamming against him even harder. I want it rough, and Dante is man enough to give me exactly what I desire. The sound of flesh clapping against flesh resounds through the steamy air of the sauna.
Between my legs, his heavy balls are swinging wildly. I reach one hand between both our legs and grip his balls firmly but not too tight. I squeeze them like I’m milking them. I
want his fucking cum so badly. I just want to be drenched in it.
“You feel just like heaven, sweet girl,” he groans behind me, his voice husky and hoarse.
Now the heat and the exertion is getting to be almost too much for me. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Then again, I also know that I’m not going to let my handsome lover down.
Dante pulls out of me, and for a split second I expect to feel his sticky semen striping my backside.
But instead, he flips me over on my back. I spread my legs wide for him and he slides back inside me so easily and smoothly. Sweat dribbles down his chest, over the etched lines of his perfectly defined abs, along the V-shaped lines of his pelvis to mix with the hot juices of our fucking. I am very well lubricated. In fact, my whole lower body is greased with a mixture of steam, sweat, and thicker cream that is seeping from inside me. Our flesh slips and slaps deliciously as Dante pumps me and pumps me.
An orgasm is welling up inside me. It is like a light at the end of a long tunnel, but it is coming up fast. I suck in breath through my clenched teeth.
Dante’s hand is on my cheek, his thumb wiping the sweat. Even fucking me like an animal he is still so tender with his little girl.
“Hot?” he asked me.
Um, yeah. I think have lost about 10 lbs already. I nod and he flashes a devious smile.
“C’mon,” he says, lifting me off the bench by my hips.
I clamp my legs around his waist and wrap my arms around his shoulders. His slippery hot cock is still deep inside my dripping wet pussy.
“Let’s try something fun,” he says with a grin.
What the heck is he up to?
He stands up with me wrapped around him like that. He is so strong and athletic. His face doesn’t give away any hint of tension from carrying me. Now we are moving toward the door. What in the world is he doing?
The door of the sauna bumps open and the cool night wind caresses me. I bite down on his meaty shoulder to keep myself from squealing. The shocking contrast of hot and cold is so delectable. Our bodies are carrying enough sweltering heat that when we collapse into the snow bank beside the sauna, the snow starts melting instantly around us
My senses are overloaded by all of the clashing sensations. The cold snow on my wild skin. The steaming heat of our undulating bodies. The ice of Dante’s lovely blue eyes looking deep into mine. The fire of his throbbing cock pumping into me hot and smooth and deep.
I’m so engorged now, my pussy gripping tightly to his piston as he pumps me. He’s hitting me right on that secret tender place deep inside me and my body tenses as the exquisite pressure grows. I’m nearly there, but I do my best to hang on a few more seconds. I want to share this with my beautiful lover.
“Cum.” I whisper, my hot breath white and ghostly in the darkness.
Dante reaches down to pull himself out of me.
“Don’t pull out,” I plead. “I want you to cum inside me.”
He gives me a look to check if I’m sure, but I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I know the consequences and they’re exactly what I want. Deep inside me, my ovaries were hotter than a pair of sauna stones and I’m aching to be drenched in his fluid—saturated with his seed.
“Please,” I beg him, nearly sobbing with uncontrollable desire, “fill me with your cum, Daddy! I think I’ll die if you don’t!”
I called him Daddy again. It just slipped out. But it felt so right to say it. Everything that once felt wrong before now feels totally right with my Daddy deep inside me.
He wraps me up in his arms and pulls my body tight against his. With a swinging pelvic motion he thrusts into me again and again, deeply and tenderly. Our bodies are still glowing with heat, and we sink deeper and deeper into our white bed of snow as it melts all around us.
Suddenly something melts inside me too. I howl with pleasure and let myself go completely, my body convulsing in sweet ecstasy as Dante spills his hot fluid inside me, coating my insides. The excess drizzles out and mixes with the melting snow between our legs. Dante holds me tightly beneath him until the last shivering aftershocks of our orgasm subside.
Afterward, he takes me in his arms like a little girl and carries me back into the warmth of the sauna.
He lies down on his back on the wooden bench, and I sprawl on top of him, so full and satisfied. Every muscle in my body is completely relaxed.
“Little one, you were amazing,” Dante says, stroking my wet hair out of my eyes. “You are amazing.”
I nestle my face against his neck.
“It was even better than I dreamed,” I told him. And then I add one word, deliberately this time, just to test the waters. “Daddy?”
He brings his arm around me and snuggles me close. He is OK with it.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Did you mean what you said before—that you will always be a part of my life?”
He touches my chin and gently tilts my face up toward his.
“Of course Trixie. I’ll always be here for you. Always.”
“Promise?”
“Promise. After all, you’re my little girl.”
Hearing him say that—hearing him call me his little girl—it warms my insides more deeply than any sauna ever could. In this moment I am so grateful for this amazing man. I melt away in my Daddy’s loving embrace.
THE NEXT DAY
The next morning when I come downstairs from my room, my mom is already up and sitting at the breakfast nook eating some eggs and bacon. I expect her to berate me for sleeping in, but instead she just says good morning and tells me there are eggs and bacon and coffee if I want some.
I grab a plate and a cup and join her.
“How are you feeling, Mom?”
“Oh I’ll live,” she says with a groggy smile. “But this ankle is going to keep me off the slopes all week.” She seems remarkably cheerful, all things considered. Maybe it’s those pills they have given her for her ankle.
“I’ve actually arranged for a ride back to the city, since there’s no point in me sitting around the cottage like an invalid for the rest of the week.“
“Mom, are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes, but you and Dante should stay up here for the rest of the week. You’ve finally started making some real progress, and I want Dante to keep coaching you. There’s a lot you can learn from him, Trixie. He’s a really skillful teacher.”
“Yes, he is,” I answer. Something trembles between my legs as I remember the amazing lessons he taught me last night in the sauna and the snow.
And there's a trembling warmth in womb too. Of course it's way too soon to be certain, but somehow I just know. I can feel it—can feel his love becoming a baby inside me.
“Where is Dante, by the way?” I ask, looking around.
“Oh, he's just outside getting some wood.”
I sip my coffee and nibble at my bacon.
After a few minutes I hear Dante’s unmistakable footsteps clomping up the stairs of the back porch. He stamps the snow from his boots and then steps inside, his arms laden with pieces of wood for the fireplace.
“Morning, Trixie,” he says with a devilish blue wink and a flash of his snow-white teeth. “Sleep well?”
“For some reason I had trouble dozing off,” I say with a grin.
“Well I slept like a log,” my mom says, stretching her arms. “Although, you know, it’s funny. It was probably just a dream but…I could have sworn I woke up and heard some wolves howling in the middle of the night.”
It nearly spit out my coffee.
“Oh it was probably nothing,” she says. “But you never know. You really need to be careful after I’m gone. There’s all kinds of wildlife running around this place.”
I settle back into my chair, my tummy fluttering with anticipation of the days ahead. Dante gives me the most loving look as he finishes adding another piece of wood to the fire.
“Don’t worry,” I tell her, “I’ll have Dante here to take
care of me.”
ONE YEAR LATER
The steel axe blade easily slices through the firewood, splitting it in two pieces that fall away to either side. The blade embeds itself in the stump below with a dull thunk. I have to rock it back and forth to bring it free.
I lean and twist to stretch my back, and I watch my white breath drift away like a spirit on the light mountain breeze. God I love winter mornings like this one.
Gathering up the pieces of split wood in my arms, I clomp back through the ankle deep snow to the cottage where puffs of pale smoke are rising from the chimney. Coming up the steps of the porch, I stamp the snow from my boots and back my way through the door.
Trixie is there on the couch warming herself in front of the fire. She smiles at me silently as I come inside. Our little one is suckling quietly at her breast. They’re so beautiful together—mother and son.
I stack the chopped wood beside the hearth, taking care not to make too much noise. Adding a few pieces to the flames, I stoke the embers. Then I turn and kneel in front of the couch and smile at my darling girl.
I lay my head against her belly. Of course it’s still too soon to feel the other little one moving yet, but I know he or she’s in there, growing inside of my beautiful lover.
Trixie strokes my neck with her free hand. Her fingers are so warm and soft, except for the cool hard golden band on her ring finger. That just makes it all feel even better.
“Hungry?” I whisper.
“Starving.”
I grin. Of course she is. She’s eating for three these days. I brush the baby’s cheek as he feeds, and I kiss Trixie on the lips.
“I’ll whip something up…maybe cheese blintzes with berries?”
She nods enthusiastically. I kiss her again and head to the kitchen.
We decided to come back to the same cottage to celebrate our anniversary. OK it’s not our actual wedding annniversary—not quite. But it’s been one year since we were first truly bound together. What an amazing year it has been.
Even Daniela gave us her blessing. True to form, she hardly even seemed surprised by the whole thing. She was just happy that Trixie had found a man who would cherish and take care of her no matter what. And I will definitely do that.
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