Something Is Still Missing: Part 4

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She started thrashing in his jaws like a desperate fish, and he hugged her until she went limp. His naked body pressed against hers, bulging her breasts beneath his arm while his penis rubbed over her hip. His teeth remained buried in her skin, not enough to draw ***, but enough to keep her stunned. They floated to the side of the pool and she just smiled as he ***d her back against the wall. His legs wrapped around her waist, his hands interlacing with hers, and he stretched his fingers out to hang them over the edge of the pool, keeping their arms up and their heads suspended above the surface.

 

She leaned in and kissed him, tonguing him for a never-ending moment. Then she pulled away, but he moved in and kissed her again. His penis rested on her stomach, bouncing at the pleasure of each kiss that he stole from her lips, and for a long while they just let their tongues dance, their lips clicking and their heads turning. Their movements were slow, savoured, and finally they silently agreed that they were satisfied.

 

He reached up to the side of the pool, where he had left a latex pink collar, and now he let it dangle from his fingertips. In large white text, it said “Daddy’s Girl.” She smiled again, this time with excitement,

“Yay!” she giggled, but her voice was low. She was, after all, skimming noses with him. “Please put it on me, Daddy.”

“Would you hug Daddy, please, Baby Girl.”

“We don’t want you drowning.”

While she made sure to squeeze her breasts against his chest the way he liked, he held the collar in both hands. He held it against the front of her neck and kissed her passionately, their eyes closing while he saw with his fingertips; where the buckles connected. He held the back of her head and her cheek, unable to snatch away enough of her air into his own lungs, and finally he pulled away with them both gasping.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You are most welcome.”

 

He looked down at their bodies, how the whipping she had endured had now dotted her body with tiny bruises in the water. She kissed him again, taking his mind off it, and then he was kissing back and they were madly at it again. He pulled away laughing, wiping her saliva into his mouth.

“Come on, Baby Girl. Hop up so that Daddy can munch on your happy place.”

“Oh yes, Daddy!”

She needed no encouragement, turning around and practically flying out of the pool. With the warm sun beating down on her, she hung her legs over the side to splosh gently in the pool, and he reached his head up, lifting the backs of her knees over his shoulders and burying his face deep between her thighs.

She sucked in sharply and grabbed his head with both hands, eyes wide.