Page 157 of Daddy's Pride

Isla was above her, tits brushing against hers, straddling one leg now, and quite possibly grinding on her thigh as she kissed Rachel.

“Can I…?” Her fingers danced until they were at Rach’s entrance, and Rachel nodded.

“Please don’t make me beg, Daddy.”

“Oh my sweet girl.”

And then she was full, one, two, three fingers pushing deep inside her, beckoning forward in a come-hither motion that had arching up into Isla’s arms almost instantly.

“I’m going to come quickly,” she gasped, stunned by the intensity of the sensations flooding her senses. “Daddy, I think I’m going to…”

“Come as much as you like,” said Isla, and moved her thumb instantly across Rachel’s clit and then Rachel was, she was coming. Mouth open wordlessly, a silent cry to the skies as her orgasm waterfalled through her body, stealing her breath, her words, and making her sight whiteout with the intensity of it.

And then she was floating down down, ready settle in Isla’s arms.

“No, no,” said Daddy Isla. “You’ve got more for me, babygirl. I can tell.” And she added a fourth finger inside, moving hard and fast, and shifted so that instead of her thumb brushing against Rach’s clit, it was Isla’s tongue.

Isla sucked Rach’s clit into her mouth and Rachel screamed. She screamed over and over, her pussy clenching around Isla’s fingers, her clit throbbing under the pressure.

It was so much, too much almost, but Isla kept on, bringing Rachel back to peak after peak of pleasure until she tapped out on the bed feebly. “Red, Daddy, please, red.”

Slowly withdrawing her hand, Isla kissed Rachel again with that tenderness that she’d come to associate with the other woman, and rolled Rachel until she was little spoon.

“You did amazing, babygirl,” she said. “You came so prettily for Daddy. I love you, my darling.”

Chapter Twelve

Those three days together in Brighton, setting up Rachel’s home together, were some of the best Isla had ever experienced.

They’d felt close during Covid, with Isla often staying over, crashing on the sofa, but now they were together romantically, and that meant sleeping in a bed, and holding Rachel in her arms for as long as Rach would allow before she got too hot and had to roll over.

It meant afternoons unpacking, and putting things away together, and evenings sat on camping chairs in the courtyard, drinking Pimm’s and laughing.

If Isla hadn’t known better, she would have said that they were setting up home together.

They weren’t though, that would be fast—even by lesbian standards. And as her return to work loomed, she was suddenly beset with the knowledge that she was going to have to leave.

Isla was alarmed by how much the idea of it upset her. It was almost as if those ten years of friendship had fast-tracked them in their relationship, and if they didn’t slow down, she’d end up doing something very silly like proposing within two months of dating.

And there was no way she had already planned out exactly how she’d propose, and the kind of ring she wanted to get Rachel. That wasn’t a thing that she had done. Not at all.

So when it came to the end of Tuesday, and she had to get ready to head back to London, there was a noticeable dip in the atmosphere at the flat.

“I’m going to miss you,” said Rachel, and there was a plaintive note in her voice that almost had Isla quitting her job and moving to Brighton on the spot.

“I know darling, but we’ll have a bedtime call every night; and I’ll find some nice picture books and read you stories before bed.”

“That would be nice.” Rachel was in Little mode, she could tell, and it was killing her, to have to leave whilst her girlfriend looked so sad.

“Come here, babygirl.” She climbed into the princess tent, and held out her arms for Rachel to come in too. “I know it’s hard, but you love Brighton. You’ll make some many new friends, and be so much happier down by the sea.”

“I do love the sea,” said Rachel.

“And we’ll talk all the time, and I will come and spend weekends with you, and nothing will have to change. You are my babygirl, my princess, and I am your Daddy.”

Rachel nodded. “It’s scary though; what if you realize that you don’t want me when I’m not around so much.”

Isla pressed a kiss to her girl’s forehead. She didn’t understand how Rachel didn’t know how loveable she was. “You are my person,” she said, emphasizing ‘my’. “You’re mine, babygirl, and no amount of distance is ever going to change that. You’ve been my person since the day we met. I will always come back to you. I promise.”