Daddy, Take Me Ch. 18

"My...my...God, Maisie. That was...was...beautiful," I gushed, and held her. Maisie's arms were around me, half-heartedly, sure, but they were there, comforting and holding me.

I somehow spanked her butt twice, but she paid no mind; I was wasted, completely sated and empty. I felt her soft hands sweep through my hair, cosseting and connecting with me. We lay there in each other's arms, gasping and giggling.

We lay side-by-side, our arms entwined, heads close and bodies still heaving. Maisie slipped her leg between mine, her wetness still oozing from her valley.

We had re-found that elusive peace, our connection back.

We hastily moved from the bed to ready ourselves for sleep, both our faces red from the post-orgasm we had shared. We fell asleep in each other's arms. Perfect, I thought.

We woke practically together, Maisie plastered close to me, her arms enveloped and holding me tight. I placed a hand on hers and cooed a long, "Mmmmm," and pushed my bum back.

I slowly turned over, her face inches from mine, and smiled.

"Morning, darling," I whispered.

"Morning to you, too," she smiled through her disheveled red hair. "Brush?" she smirked.

"Humph!" I replied, but rose from the bed, Maisie a few steps behind me. I sat my butt on the toilet seat, Maisie smirking at my boldness. "What?" I giggled.

As she brushed her hair, and then her teeth, I kept my eyes on her; the way her breasts jiggled when she vigorously brushed. I smiled, and she poked out her paste-covered tongue out at me. I didn't ask her to wipe me, thinking I needed to go slow with some of my more, uh, unusual quirks. I caught her looking sideways at me, as I stood and slowly wiped the textured paper through my labia. "What?" I giggled again.

"What are you like, leanabh-nighean," she sighed, her eyes on my bare pussy, then rinsing her mouth.

"Am...am I really...?" I asked.

I stood and she looked at me, pushing my still-messy hair from my face, leant in and whispered, "Aye...you are my little hen. Always...okay?" she sexily breathed. I could feel my pussy throb and cream.

"I...I like that, Maisie," I smiled, giving voice to another dark desire. I hugged her from behind, my head on her back, as I cupped her full, covered breasts.

"Brush!" she brusquely pouted, and shimmied her boy shorts to the floor. As she sat down, she looked up at me watching her.

"Must you?" she frowned.

"Always," I laughed, and brushed, my left eye strategically watching her. I swooned when I heard her bladder empty on the porcelain bowl.

"Perv!" she chuckled, but I knew she loved my voyeuristic streak.

"Just another reason why you're in love with me," I said, intently. It was her turn to, "Humph," but I did catch her angelic smile.

We ran back to the still-warm bed, pulling the heavy duvet over us, as if we were hiding from the world. It was just us. Together. We softly embraced, as her hand delved into my light shorts, her fingers playing with my soft fur, all sensuous and wet. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her, as she, bit by bit, stroked and played me. My head was on her shoulder, kissing and moaning into her body. I tenderly stroked the arm she was rubbing my now-wanton pussy with. I used her fingers, my hips pushing onto her phallic digits, as I breathed and groaned into her neck. I moved my mouth to her collarbone, and sucked, marking my Maisie. I humped against her taut, lithe fingers, my secretions oozing into her hand, as she delicately kissed my head. The more she stroked me, the harder I sucked her, my hand freely stroking her long, red hair.

"Cum for me, baby-girl," she rasped. "Go on, Chloe. Do it. For me," she implored, her slick fingers ploughing me, as her thumb flicked my excited clit.

"I'm...I'm going to," I throatily croaked, as I fucked her fingers and continued to suck her delicious flesh, 'til she had me, and I came, my girly juices creaming her hand. Maisie kept her slow rhythm, my legs spread silently, begging for more. My pussy spasmed every time she moaned into my hair, as she tenderly whispered everything she wanted to do for me. Eventually, I pushed her fingers away, my used 'gina still contracting on her fingers. Lovingly, she kissed my head, her fingers sliding from my valley, and breathlessly I kissed her back.

"That was...God, Maisie...good morning to you, too!" I chuckled, as she wiped her fingers across my lips. I nestled into her warm body, catching my breath and savouring her glow.

Maisie ran her fingers across my lips again, and whispered that we had better get ready for the day. I moaned and pouted, to no avail. We didn't spend near as long as I had imagined, or hoped, showering—her stubbornness annoying me! I was rather enjoying her control over me, though, Maisie's latent possession of me not surprising.

I gladly gave myself to her, knowing the tables could turn at any moment. 'Til then, well...

We teased each other incessantly as we dressed, both taking our time, and smirking at one another. I wriggled into my tightest jeans, jumping up to finally pull them over my small bum. Maisie was going to wear a dress, but quickly rethought that and pulled out her equally tight trousers. She laid on the bed and I stood between her legs as she shimmied them up her long legs. When her prefect toes peeked through the bottom leg, I grasped it and tenderly licked her toes. Endearingly, she smiled, and jiggled her feet in my mouth, smiling at my cheek.

"What?" I implored, as I let go of her foot, leaned across, and kissed her now-covered pussy. She lightly lifted her hips, then swatted my face away.

"Behave, young lady," she smirked.

"Humph!" I faux pouted, as I helped her from the bed, our lips gently touching.

I grabbed the tightest silk blouse I had packed, my still-hard nipples like little beacons for her, and nonchalantly buttoned it up.

"What am I going to do with you, missy?" she smirked, as I dabbed a finger of my new perfume behind my ears.

"I can think of..." and let the words linger.

We smacked each other's butt, and finally headed downstairs for breakfast. Our teasing subsided for a while, as we were both starving! We kindly asked if they would prepare a picnic for us, the owners happy to do so.

Eventually, we headed out. I knew it was one of two places, but was still surprised when she pulled up to Heligan, a garden lost in time since the First World War. Dating from the 1200s, it was 're-discovered' in 1990, and had been brought back to life; an ideal place to explore the two hundred acres of woodland, walled gardens, paths and the stunning Cornish scenery.

We made our way to the romantic Pleasure Grounds and into the Northern Summerhouse with incredible views over St Austell harbour. We both felt at home here. As we picked at our lunches, we imagined working and living here. I could see Maisie visibly relaxed, the last six months researching her dissertation had taken its toll. I pulled her head to my shoulder, and she sunk into my warmth. I was questioning my decision to go ahead with a PhD program, knowing what it had put Maisie through. I was hoping my prospective new job would help me decide.

"Thank you, Maisie, for bringing me here. You always come up with most delicious weekends, mon amour," I sighed.

"After all your hard work and finally getting your Masters, it was least I could do for you, mo ghràdh," she smiled, and kissed my waiting lips.

"Hmm. You'll be the Doctor soon...but thank you, darling," I chuckled.

"Hmmm, we'll see. I certainly don't want to go through the viva voce again! We should know in a few weeks so, until then, well, I'll need you to keep me, uh, calm?" Maisie giggled.

"I'd gladly do that anyway, darling," I chuckled, squeezing her hand.

We held hands tightly as we walked through the tropical gardens and crossed the Burmese Rope Walk, ancient ferns a hundred feet below us. I turned my head when I was halfway across, Maisie's eyes glued to my tight arse, instead of the plantings!

I stopped and turned to face her. "See anything you like?" I chuckled.

"Uh, aye! I'm just wondering why we didn't wear dresses!" she laughed.

We spent the day there, talking with the gardeners and picking their brains. I think we were the last couple to leave at five! We stopped off at a shabby pub for a drink, then headed for dinner. Afterwards, we found a club and spent the evening dancing and drinking! Maisie certainly let her proverbial hair down, dancing all her worries away. We didn't spend all night in the club, as we were a bit weary from the miles we had walked. We flirted outrageously on the dance floor, raising a few eyebrows in the seaside town, but we didn't care. I loved how she'd hook her fingers into my jeans and roughly pull me to her, our bodies mashed together. We didn't overtly kiss, but buried our heads in the other's neck, licking and nibbling on our bare flesh. Maisie seductively rubbed her full breasts over my smaller mounds, the air full of the mutual desire...and love. When I brought my hand, surreptitiously, between her legs and swept it along her furrow, she grabbed it and headed for the door. When the fresh sea air hit us, we broke into raucous laughter, and ran to a vacant, dark alley. Maisie pushed me against the dirty brick wall, her hand on my neck, her hand sliding along my hidden seam.

"If I was wearing a dress right now, you'd be on your knees, leannan," she hissed, and kissed me forcefully.

"That's just where I belong, Maisie," I breathed deeply, my face turning a glowing red.

I grabbed her perfect, full ass and pulled her to me. Maisie split her legs, her crotch rubbing my anxious pussy, as I played with and spanked her arse. Passionately, she pulled my hair back, licking my neck, her free hand tweaking my erect nipple. The harder she bit me, the firmer my swats became. I knew she was close to wetting her panties, her pelvis thrusting onto mine, her breathing sharp and short now. I had considered pushing her away just to tease and annoy her, but gave in and let her use me. As she wantonly humped me, my fingers traced the delicious line of her bum, delving under her and feeling the heat from her cunt.

"Do it, Maisie...just...cream...your panties...for...me," I taunted.

"Fuck...Chloe...I'm so...so..." as her words drifted off to guttural moans.

"Does my amour want me on my knees? Hmm? Would you like that, darling? Go on. Tell me. Say it, Maisie," I softly giggled into her ear.

Our lips finally met in a heated exchange, sucking and biting the other's lips, then sliding deep into the other's mouth. Just as she began to shake, I spanked her...and she came. I held her tight as she convulsed in my arms, her hips lewdly pressed against mine. I cradled her ass and kissed her hair, holding her 'til she haltingly stopped, her body limp from her little climax. I lifted her chin, looked at her, and we kissed.

"Do you have any idea how much...?" she began to say, but I shushed her with a single finger to her lips.

"I do," I whispered, and waited whilst she collected herself and we walked to the car. I helped her into the passenger side and buckled her up. Maisie sat there, glaze-eyed and chuckling to herself.

When we finally made it back to the B&B; she had regained her composure...somewhat. I took her coat from her warm shoulders and threw it on a chair. I kicked off my trainers and walked to her, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, as she did the same to me. I pushed her back onto the bed and slowly unbuttoned her jeans and sliding the zipper down. She wriggled her butt whilst I pulled the tight denim over her ass and yanked them down her taut legs. Our eyes were locked, as I ran my fingers through the wet crotch of her moist jeans. Seductively, I brought them to my nose and inhaled, Maisie's fingers now in her wet panties. I watched as she not-so-secretly stroked her labia. I chuckled at her, as I threw her discarded jeans on the chair. I slowly unbuttoned my tight, silk blouse, as Maisie went to rise from the bed. I pushed her back with a murmur of, "No." She smiled as she laid back down, her fingers furtively still moving inside her wet lingerie.

I slid my blouse off and playfully worked my belt through the loops of my jeans. I ran my fingers below the zip, my eyes mischievously teasing her. It was a struggle to unwrap myself from the tight material, but I dare not lay next Maisie to get them off! I impishly kicked them off, Maisie's eye's glued to my panties, as I slowly peeled them from my wetting pussy. As I watched her juices seep from her valley, I could her Maisie's long murmurs, eagerly waiting for her release. I leaned between Maisie's spread legs, grasped the edges of her lacy underthings, and pulled. Helpfully, she lifted her hips, her fingers still in the seam of her spread legs. I crawled between her legs, my mouth hovering over her impatient pussy, then quickly shifted my body, turning my body, my legs straddling her mouth. Her hands came to my warm ass, and she pulled me down to her waiting tongue just as I leant down and ran my nose through her tender, red lips.

We lazily spent the next forty-five minutes teasing and pleasuring each other, our tongues, lips and fingers exploring the bodies we had come to know so well. Maisie's delicious tongue unfolded my wet interior, my dewy womanhood dribbling into her mouth. I mimicked her gestures, affecting her the way her touch affected me. We lay there, end to end, our pussy's kissing each other's lips and our hands playing with the other's bums.

We tousled back and forth, Maisie topping me, as she delicately slid her pussy over my mouth, gently fucking my tongue and face. I revelled in the feeling of her warm arse under my fingers, as my lips easily found her hidden bump, as I rolled her over, my turn now to fuck her tongue.

I could feel her mumble into my by-now-drenched pussy, her delightful tongue and hands taking me. We gushed at the same time, her earthy secretions oozing over my face and into my throat. I wiped my face across her soppy cunt, pleased with myself that I could bring my love so much pleasure. After her pelvis simmered, I lifted my head and stared at her red womanhood, gently leaning over and kissing every millimetre of her. I felt Maisie tug my hair and push me away, beckoning me up. I swung my legs off her head and slowly made my way up her bedraggled body, kissing and licking her stomach, the curves of her side, her firm breasts and finally, her lips. We tasted ourselves as we warmly kissed, my head now falling to her chest. She held me like a lover would—tender, loving and sated.

We laid there silently, each in their own little soft world, our hearts beating together. I knew she was 'the one'. Maisie was the light to my shade. We complemented each other so well. I lit the dark parts of her, and she gave me balance I so needed.

Eventually, we moved from the warm bed and headed to the shower. I wanted to wear her scent on me forever, but she let out a gentle, "Ewww," so I relented. We spent too long washing, Maisie coddling me, as she gently gelled and adored my body. I knew she'd take care of every part of me, as I would hers. I loved my life.

We slowly dried each other, tender fingers touching each other and small pecks reinforcing our desire and love. I led her back to the bed, sitting her down whilst I rummaged through her suitcase for the perfect clothes. She sat there so demurely, and lifted her legs so I could pull her panties up. She smiled and giggled, lifting her foot and asking if I'd paint her toenails. I grabbed her little bag and found her delicious Chanel Le Vernis 510 Gitane red polish. I leaned down and kissed every toe before I carefully painted each delectable nail. Her hand went to my still-wet hair, tenderly massaging my scalp, as she shifted around on the bed. I lifted my head timidly and stared at her. Finishing one foot, I lifted it and looked at my handiwork. I kissed her sole, and held her foot.

"Will this do?" I asked, shyly.

"Beautiful, baby-girl," she whispered, and almost patted my head.

I blushed, as I picked up her other foot and brushed those nails. Every so often our eyes would lock, an almost blissful look on her beautiful face, as I attended to her. When she finally gave me her approval, I leaned over and kissed her leg, my mouth wandering up her firm thighs. I swear I could smell just the suggestion of her desire, but she put paid to that and lifted my head, and slowly shook

her head 'no'. I pouted, but she wouldn't give in. Humph!

We took our time brushing and fixing the other's hair, hers braided in a feminine, seductive style and mine in a simple ponytail. I quivered at the thought of her pulling it, and leading me where she needed me. [What's going on, Chloe? I thought to myself.] Imperceptibly, the dynamic was changing. Sure, the energy had always shifted, but Maisie seemed to be taking the lead now. Truthfully, I didn't mind.

After breakfast, we headed back to the harbour and lazed about, basking in the early summer breeze. Too soon, we were headed back to London. We knew the road would be filled with other weekend visitors heading home after their getaways, so we left early. The roads were jammed, but we spent the next five-and-half hours talking, singing, and not acting our ages. We shared the driving, more so we could tease each the other than for safety. I felt so decadent fingering Maisie to yet another orgasm as we sped along the A303, one hand on the steering wheel, the other under her dress. She kindly moved her loose panties aside, so I could tease her. I loved when my Maisie came, her body shifting around, pelvis thrusting and her erotic groans loud but muffled. I had one eye on the busy road, the other on her tortured face as she came in my hand, not caring if the passing cars were watching her, which I think they were, although everyone was too polite to beep their horns! I devilishly licked my fingers, both hands back on the wheel, as if nothing had happened. Maisie could only playfully swat me, threatening to reciprocate. Hmm, threat? Let's hope so!

We finally pulled up to mine, the house full of noises and laughter. David was back from uni, and harassing his sisters. I ran to him, jumping up into his waiting arms. "I've missed you," I said loudly, covering him in sisterly kisses.

"Well, I'm here for the summer so...Hi, Maisie. You two have a nice weekend?" he asked.

"Wonderful, David. Thanks. You look refreshed," she said, hugging and kissing him.

"It's been a tough year, so I'm glad that's over,' he began, 'til Lilly ran over, grabbed his hand and pulled him back outside.

Mums came to us, embracing and somewhat chastely kissing us both. We caught up with everyone over dinner, Maisie was used to these evenings by now. I leaned back in my chair and looked at everyone; my family. Eventually, I walked Maisie to her car, thanking her profusely for the wonderful weekend. I watched her pull away, a huge part of me driving away with her.

David and I stayed up too late, talking and catching up. As usual, rather than have his sisters share a room, he slept in the annexe, all the better if he just happened to connect with some random girl on his nights out with friends. More than once, we were entertained at breakfast with his newest belle! He had pretty much given up any rights to his room since he had been away, but was more than happy to accommodate his sisters. He talked endearingly about a woman he had met at Cambridge, my eyebrows raised at this news. Her name was Leila, and was studying international law. He hinted she may come down for a weekend soon. Humph! She had better be nice and good enough for my big brother, but I was happy with his enthusiasm, so...

The next week, I heard that I had the job at Healy and Jacobs, the landscape firm I had applied for. As I was off for the summer, they put me on a full-time contract, until such time as I decided if I wanted to pursue my PhD. Everyone was so excited for me, none more so than Maisie. Mums threw a nice dinner, and Maisie and her mom, Ainslie, came over to help with the celebrations. My first real job! Eeesh!