Page 75 of DadBod
When I pull back, the first thing I notice is her eyes are closed. The second, her lips are slightly open. When her little tongue slips out and swipes along her lower lip, I nearly lose my shit. But I hold back.
That is until my sweet Elizabeth opens those gorgeous eyes of hers, and I see what I’ve longed to see. She wants this too.
When she slides her arms around my neck and pushes herself up onto her toes, I don’t let the moment pass; my lips are back before she can change her mind. Urging hers open with my tongue, I taste her for the first time. My hands, both of them, slide around and down until I’ve got a grasp of the world’s sweetest ass.
God, I’ve fantasized about that ass––jerked off to it in the shower––in my bed.
When she moans into my mouth, I feel my dick reach atomic-level hard. I think I’m gonna lose it in my jogging pants.
The moment ends suddenly when we both hear a door click open. Releasing my hold on her ass, she jumps away from me just as Calvin appears from his room wrapped up in only a towel around his waist.
We’re both panting, but luckily, my kid is clueless.
“What’s up, Calvin?” It’s Elizabeth who is the one together enough to ask.
“I forgot to tell you something.”
“What?” She smiles at him.
“I think you’re really pretty when you smile.”
She looks startled by his statement.
“With your teeth.”
“Oh.”
“I like your gap and so does my dad.”
Like he just asked for pancakes for breakfast, he turns and heads back into his bedroom. I look back at her and say, “He’s right. I love it when you smile.” I pause for emphasis. “With your teeth.”
Placing her hand over her mouth, she shakes her head. “My gap is the worst.”
Leaning down until we’re eye to eye, I tell her the secret I’ve kept for years. “I think that gap is sexy as hell.” I’m not sure I’ve seen that shade of pink before. The one that flashes across Elizabeth’s cheeks, that is. “I mean it.”
We spend a moment just looking at each other until I break the trance. “Let me take a quick shower. I’ll run you home to get a change of clothes.”
“Right. Sure.”
I touch her cheek. “Do we need to talk about that kiss?”
Elizabeth shakes her head.
“Good.”