Surrender To Me

LUC

I watch Natalie as she sleeps. She’s so gorgeous, I can’t take my eyes off her. Her dark hair partially covers her cheek, and her lips are slightly parted, tempting me more than I’ve ever been tempted before. I want nothing more than to pull her onto my lap and bury my cock deep inside her. I want to watch her ride me, take her pleasure from me, and then I want to bend her over and fuck her so hard she can’t walk afterward. The way her eyes had lit up when she’d felt my cock earlier, god, that memory alone is enough to keep me hard for days. How in the hell am I going to survive this month?

The feelings I have for my daughter’s best friend have crossed over from interest to full-on obsession. Before she was 18, she was just Natalie, the sweet girl who was always over at our house and who had been best friends with my daughter since we moved here from France. All that changed once she became legal. It was like a flip switched and I saw her for the woman she is. Now, she’s all I can think about. I know she finds me attractive. She wears her emotions all over her face and body, and I love seeing her face turn red when I look at her or when I catch her looking at me. I love how goosebumps will appear on her skin when I touch her, and I really love the desire I see in her blue eyes anytime our eyes meet.

I want her like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone in my life, but I’m not just after a fling. One time with her could never be enough. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, taking care of her, fucking her, filling her with my seed, and I want to see that tight little stomach of hers fill with proof of my love and also proof to the whole world that I’ve claimed her and she’s mine. It’s all I can fucking think about.

A soft moan draws me out of my thoughts. She turns her head and sighs, reaching down to grab onto my hand that’s still resting on her knee. I wasn’t about to take it away after she asked me to keep it there. I don’t care if I have to sit like this until we land in Paris. I could never deny her anything.

The feel of her hand on mine has my cock painfully hard again. She’s still in a deep sleep, but her breathing has picked up. She lets out another small moan and grips my hand harder. At first I think she might be having a nightmare, but then I watch in amazement as she snakes her other hand under the blanket. It disappears from view, but when her hips start moving and she starts moaning again, there’s no denying what she’s doing.

Holy fuck!

I still can’t believe my eyes. All I can do is stare in absolute wonder as I watch her fuck herself in her sleep. Her moans are soft enough to not carry into the bedroom or the cockpit. It’s like a private little show just for me. I wish I could see everything, though. I want to watch her finger slide in and out of her tight, wet pussy. I want to know what she’s thinking about.

I get my answer when I feel her body tense beneath my hand as she whispers, “Luc,” before letting out another soft moan.

I’m frozen in place, thrilled and excited that she’s having a sex dream about me, and not just any sex dream. Apparently one so powerful that she’s actually masturbating in her sleep. I can’t help but wonder what all I’m doing to her in it. What does she fantasize about me doing to her? I’m dying to know and still thinking about it when I see her flutter her beautiful blue eyes open.

She gives me the sweetest smile before she realizes she isn’t still dreaming. I see the embarrassment hit her a second before she says, “Oh my god!” and tries to jerk her hand away from mine.

I gently grab it, keeping our connection and lean in closer to her.

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “Please don’t be embarrassed.”

I’m still holding onto her hand, so she slides the other one out to pull the blanket over her face. When I see the way her fingers are glistening, a deep groan escapes me. All restraint leaves me as I lean closer and run my tongue over her wet fingers. The taste and smell of her pussy is like a jolt to my system, and I immediately want and need more.

She lets out another soft moan when I suck two of her fingers into my mouth. My tongue runs over her, savoring the taste of her before hungrily cleaning every inch of her hand.

“What did you just say?”

I lift my head when I hear her. The blanket is pulled down, letting her peek over the edge, and the heat in her eyes nearly undoes me. I hadn’t realized I’d been speaking out loud, let alone in French. I give her fingers one more lick, keeping my eyes on her the entire time.

“I said that you taste just as sweet as I imagined you would and that I could happily spend the rest of my life worshipping your pussy.”

Her eyes widen at my words, but there’s no denying the rush of desire that floods through them. I gently tug the blanket down so I can see the rest of her face. She gives me a shy smile and when I lean closer, she takes in a quick breath but holds my gaze.

I hover my lips over hers and cup her sweet face in my hands.

“I’ve thought about kissing you so many times,” I whisper against her lips.

“Me too,” she says, making me smile.

I brush her bottom lip with my tongue before giving it a soft nibble. She reaches up to rest her hands over mine and shyly sticks her tongue out to run along my top lip. The feel of her drives me wild, and I deepen the kiss, needing to be inside her in any way that I can be. She opens her mouth to me, dancing her tongue along mine, moaning when I run it along the roof of her mouth.

I can’t get enough of her, and when I feel her reach down and toss the blanket aside so she can crawl into my lap, I offer no resistance. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her close to me, groaning when she straddles my lap and presses her pussy against my hard cock. She presses the palms of her hands against my cheeks, kissing me with a hunger that matches my own. Sliding my hands down her back, I cup her ass, grinding her into me even harder.

By the time she pulls her head back, we’re both gasping and needing so much more. I need to be buried inside her. It’s an actual physical ache that goes way beyond my painful cock and the set of blue balls I’m sporting.

“Luc,” she whispers against my lips. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

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She bites her lip as her cheeks grow even redder. Her fingers play with the collar of my shirt as she studies me.

“I’ve never,” she stops and shrugs her small shoulders, “you know,” she finally adds.

“Never what?” I ask because I really, really need to know.

“I’ve never done anything, and I feel like I’m going crazy. That was the first time I’ve ever been kissed.” She lets out a small nervous laugh. “You’re all I can think about. I think about you fucking me nonstop, and now I’m so obsessed with it that I’m actually making myself cum in my sleep. I think I’m losing my mind.”

She gives me a shaky smile and my heart melts. I can’t believe I was her first kiss. I want to be her first everything. Her only everything.

“My perfect, sweet girl,” I say, cupping her cheek and running my thumb over her soft skin. “I feel the same way about you, and you’re not going crazy. I promise.”

She leans her face into my palm and closes her eyes. When her hips begin to rock against me again, I ask, “Do you want me to make it better?” “God, yes,” she moans.

“Turn around,” I manage to say, wondering how I’m going to do this while keeping my cock in check. I feel like I could explode at any second like some fucking teenager.

She doesn’t hesitate, just quickly turns around so her ass is on my cock and she’s leaning against my chest. Brushing her hair aside, I give her neck a soft kiss, moaning at how damn good she smells and tastes.

“Do you want me to make you cum?” I whisper against her skin before running my tongue up her neck.

“Yes, please, yes,” she whimpers, digging her ass into my cock.