Daddy Take Me Ch 12

As always, thanks to Kenji for his editing. Again, any and all mistakes are mine, as I don't always listen to his advice.

Chapter 12

Brighton

I woke the following day, my body spooned tightly against Maisie, her arms shielding me. Her hand had snuck under my cotton top and gently laid on my bare stomach.

I heard her soft whispers of, "Morning, hen. Sleep well?" as she kissed my head.

I turned over reluctantly, as her body was so warm and safe.

"I did, sweetie," I sighed. God, to hear her voice as I woke was thrilling. Unlike many Scot's accents, Maisie's was subdued, light and melodious. Even when she swore in her accent, it sounded kind. We both slid from the bed and rushed to separate bathrooms to pee and brush. I was still on the loo when she quietly opened my part-opened door. She looked down at me and giggled.

"My toothbrush is in here. Sorry, hen," she chuckled.

Goodness knows why, but I said, "That's fine. You...you can stay. I'm almost finished."

"Oh...ceart gu leor," she surprisingly said, and grabbed her toothbrush. She nonchalantly began to brush, not paying any attention to my peeing. God, I was becoming my parents!

"I'll assume that meant, 'okay'?" I laughed.

"It did, darling. Sorry...it's funny because I seem to be slipping more and more into my Scottishness with you. I like it," she said, her mouth full of foamy paste.

"Nae bother?" I said, hoping I hadn't mangled the pronunciation too severely.

"Perfect, Chloe," she roared with laughter. "No worries at all, hen."

I finished and bumped her over so I could brush, and then she peed in front of me! I tried to act as cool as she did, but failed miserably, much to her delight.

We ran back to the bed, pulled the covers up, and grabbed each other. Maisie leant her body over mine, swept back my hair and kissed me. I felt so small, so vulnerable, so perfect being under her. I wanted to spread my legs, have her slide between them and feel her taking me. I just knew she'd be an incredible lover and a beautiful fuck. As much as I needed to possess her, I needed to be owned

by her

, too. Completely. She must have read my mind, as I felt her hand slip into my loose cotton pyjamas. I didn't resist, as I only kissed her deeper.

Her supple fingers followed mine from yesterday, stroking my stomach and kissing me so lightly, as to make me tremble. She moved off my body, her access to me free and open now.

"Oh, mon amour," I sighed, her feathery touches raising my heartbeat. I could feel my nectar seep from me, but she was nowhere near my insistent pussy! Her fingertips ran through my sparse pubic hair, my body tingling with every delicate sweep. "My...my... Maisie," I sighed, and lifted my pelvis up, inviting her to do what she wanted to me.

But she didn't. Maisie wasn't going to rush, but continued her small, exquisite kisses; on my lips, my nose, my eyes, and my neck. I moaned into her mouth, knowing this astonishing woman wanted...me! Her fingers slid down, playing with my wispy hair, her fingers pressing onto my mons. I moaned a long, "Ohhhhhh," as she toyed with me. I knew she could smell my desire, but I wanted her to feel it, to feel how wet she had made me.

My hands burrowed into her tartan nightshirt, and I tried to unbutton the loose top. Still, she swatted my hand away and brought her tender hand back to my face, her fingers gliding over my eyes, as her kisses continued to take me.

Maisie's fingers, still deep in my pyjama bottoms, were nestled in the creases of my thighs. I tried to move my body over so they would touch where I needed her, but she shrewdly moved them, smirking at me seductively.

"Maisie...please just...touch me...just a bit," I huffed. "Let me cum...for you."

"Oh, my love, you will. I want to watch you cum, sweetest. I want to see your face when you orgasm and spill your cum on my fingers," she teased. "You're an irresistible, my bonny hen, Chloe. Are you sure my fingers are enough, though? Hmm?" she relentlessly taunted me.

"Ma belle...just...just a bit..." I groaned loudly, knowing I had to do more to entice her to take me. I knew she wanted to watch me cum, as much as I loved watching her. My pussy oozed, her words and imagination taking over.

Her slender fingers slid through my gushy cunt, and she groaned, surprised at my excitement. Unexpectedly, I pushed my hips up, her finger lurching inside me. I threw my head back, another low groan filling the room. Maisie eased into my valley, her fingers twisting and touching my wet walls. I moved my hands and covered my mounds, squeezing, and pulling my nipples. I went to undo my buttons, but Maisie gave me a sharp look, her eyes telling me emphatically, "No." I could feel her thumb caressing my clit, knowing I wouldn't last. I fondled my breasts, as she slipped another finger into my pussy. Too slowly, she pulled them out, then pushed them back inside, rubbing my little ridges, then moving further, 'til she massaged my G-spot.

Fuck, she found it! I thought through my haze.

I was so aroused that I came after five strokes. My back arched, my pussy convulsed, and I shouted my Maisie's name. My muscles grabbed her fingers, filling me as I came, my sap gushing and covering her hand. Maisie was staring at me, enthralled at my contortions and frantic wheezing. My mouth formed that perfect 'O', as I held my breath, my body spasming and shaking, as my secretions squirted out from deep within. Her thumb continued to toy with my clit, my hands unable to push her fingers away.

"That's it, Chloe...cum on me, mo leannan. That's it...more...my sweetheart," she moaned, so wrapped up in pleasuring me.

I flexed my hips, rose up, and then collapsed on the mattress. I took a deep breath and pushed her hands away.

"No...no...more...Mais—that's...jus—" I whined, and brought my hands to her head, pulling her lips to mine. Maisie smothered me with kisses and love.

She pulled her wet fingers from my pyjamas and wiped them across my face, marking me with my scent. She leaned over and licked me like a kitten. I could hear myself almost purr.

My chest was still heaving, as she lashed my face with the fingers she had just lashed my pussy with. My body was alive, almost burning with the orgasm she had given me. Maisie lay her head on my chest, fingers covering my full mounds.

"A year's up, isn't it?" I chuckled.

"Almost, leannan. Almost," she sighed.

"And you're my amour," I sighed. "Lovers forever."

"You do know we could spend the day in bed, hmm?" she smiled.

"Don't...Maisie...please...don't. We said...didn't we?" I pleaded, hoping she wouldn't see sense, and seduce me before I seduced her.

"Ah ken...I know...but...?" she asked, her eyebrows inquisitive again.

"Let's...let's have a long bath, then breakfast, 'kay?" I asked, hoping she would just take me.

Maisie mimicked my 'Humph', and I giggled.

Soon enough, we were soaking in the large, curved roll-topped bath, bubbles spilling over onto the pristine floor. I slid my legs over Maisie, the way I did with my daddy the first night we made love. I remembered what dad had taught me.

"Mon amour...just sit there, 'kay? Look at me...no words...just...look," and we stared into each other's life. She giggled for a few seconds, then gave herself to us, and we connected.

What better way to know your lover than to really look at them, I thought.

This was just as intense as when I watched my daddy. I could feel our breath matching the other's, as I practically sat upon her.

Twenty minutes later, we sighed and held each other.

"Tu es mon amour, mon coeur," I finally said, breaking the wondrous spell.

"And you're my love, my heart, Chloe," Maisie murmured, and we kissed.

"What did you think of that, Maisie?" I asked.

"Different, but...I loved it...almost as much as I love you, hen," she smiled.

We tenderly washed and pampered each other, our quiet words searing through us.

"Are you sure you don't want to experience this with a guy?" I asked.

"Chloe...I've tried guys, and...they just don't touch me as a woman can. I get it, you know...the whole 'hard cock' thing, but it doesn't work for me. My mum thinks I'm nuts, but what else is new?" she laughed lightly. "You understand that, don't you? Sure, you're desperately in love with your dad, I can see that, but you understand what a woman brings, don't you?" she smiled while chuckling.

"That I do!" I said, too emphatically. "The one thing my parents have, and something I admire them for, is their complete honesty. I need that, too, Maisie. I've seen the hurt this honesty can bring firsthand, but they always work through their disappointment or disagreements. I've never seen a couple as complete and at ease with one another, as I see with them. So...honestly, and for the last time 'kay. Do you not mind that I will continue this, uh, 'special' relationship with them, hmm? I need you to be honest because if you're not, and you get hurt...I'll never forgive myself, right?" I asked her, hopefully for the last time.

"Honestly? No...I have no worries about that, hen. If it was with your brother, well, perhaps. There'd always be that chance, slim sure, but a chance nonetheless, that you would want to build a life with him. I...I couldn't handle that, but with your parents, I...I see what they bring to you. How could I deny you that, hmm? I know I'll never be a part of that, too. I understand that. I can only hope that one day...I'll be enough for you," she sighed, and began to cry.

"Maisie, my love, l'amour de ma vie, you will be, 'kay? I think they're waiting for me to get to that day...and it's not too far off," I shyly said. "As I said, they'll always be my parents, so I won't lose them," I sighed, and pulled her body to mine. I slid backwards, the bubbles in the bath making me slide back, as the water spilt over and onto the floor. Maisie was on top of me, so I wrapped my legs around her waist and held her tight. She had to hold my head up, or I would have drowned, but we languidly caressed and kissed one another. We changed positions, me sitting between her legs, as she took the shower spray and washed my hair, her fingers scrunching up my hair and fingertips massaging my scalp. I melted when I felt her soft lips on my shoulders, then neck. She dropped the shower head and tenderly grasped my small breasts, kneading and fondling them.

Fuck...

Her warm breath on my neck mixed sensuously with her hands caressing my breasts. Maisie slowly rolled her fingertips over my nipples, and I sighed a long, "Ahhhhh," as her nails rubbed and pressed my flexible nubs. She had a soft washcloth in her hand, wiping me down and holding me tight against her glorious breasts. I smirked as the cloth wiped my pussy, tightly closed as I was between her legs, but she taunted me nonetheless.

"I'm mad about you, hen," she whispered, and bit my neck. "Let's change, hmm?"

We shimmied our bodies around 'til Maisie was now between my legs, her knees just poking up through the bath suds. I slowly undid her hair and let the untangled locks fan out along her shoulders.

"Do me, lass," she sultrily muttered in her delicious cadence.

I drizzled the scented shampoo in her long, red hair. I firmly caressed and massaged the lotion into her luxurious locks. She leant back, her hands on my thighs, as I bathed her in my love. "I could get used to this, mon amour," I whispered in her ear, and continued to lavish my fingertips on her head.

"I hope so, hen," she said, as I heard her soft giggle.

I leisurely washed and fondled her B sized-breasts, holding both so easily in even my small hands. I adored their weight, their shape and the curve of each. I poured more shampoo on her breasts and tugged on her nipples, my fingers gliding effortlessly over her firm, snuggly pups, as her hands steadily stroked my legs.

An hour later, we pulled the plug and unhurriedly towelled each other down, then brushed and dried each other's hair. I chose Maisie's lingerie, clothes and jewellery for the day, as she did mine. We adoringly dressed each other, our bond growing. I grabbed my shoulder bag and camera, and we set off to find a lovely enough cafe. We held hands easily along the sidewalk, our dresses flaring and billowing in the sea breeze. The only tricky part was deciding which to eat in!

I opted for the eggs Benedict, a small homage to my parents, while Maisie ordered the de rigueur, avocado on toast. We were in chi-chi Brighton, after all! I knew Maisie would be hungrier sooner than I, but kept quiet. Avocado on toast? Pfft! Maisie had her coffee, and I had my tea. Maisie looked adorable first thing in the morning...or any time of day, actually. Afterwards, we headed for the street markets that dotted the cramped roads.

We lazily walked up one side and down the other, picking up and sharing what little treasures we had found. I picked up a few knick-knacks for my sisters, some good writing pencils and a diary for Lily, and some very nice brushes and a few sheets of good paper for Maggie. I took too many photos of Maisie and the other people walking around. It felt so invigorating and free to be here with her. I could only hope this would foreshadow a life together. I knew I was getting ahead of myself, but I was in love. Desperately, it seemed.

We both made a beeline for the clothes shops, which were very young, hip and ever-so-trendy. True to form, we chose dresses for each other, mine a sweet, whimsical and breezy midi-dress, bared-shouldered in a lovely cornflower blue. It was perfect, although, I think Maisie chose it for the high-cut slit up one side, my thighs open to the wind whenever it decided to lift the soft material. I chose a midi-dress for her; a bright summery, cream-flowered, with a neckline that was low cut, showing her cleavage to all and sundry, and an enticingly dangerous split to her thigh, too. It was held together by tiny shell-like buttons. The buttons were there for my amusement, I assumed. She looked magnificent.

We bought a selection of foods from various stalls, grabbed drinks and headed to the park near the Pavillion. I thought it was a perfect day as we lay there, feeding each other and delving deeper into each other's past. At work or uni, we had little time for the peculiarities of our growing up. She had an older brother, not exactly estranged, but he lived in Canada. They kept in contact, but I could tell they were not as close as David and I. I did feel a bit sorry for her. I couldn't imagine my life without David...or any of my family. Well, she had a family with me and mine, at least.

We headed back to the flat, but drove over to the cliffs at Seven Sisters and idly walked along there. I was tempted to call mom and ask where she and dad had stayed when they came down here years ago, and I remembered it was a lighthouse and sounded idyllic...as most things were with them. In time, we were back at the flat, our bodies wracked from the sun and wind. We sat out on the balcony, talked and let our minds wander to all the 'what-ifs' we were creating. I went to our bedroom, laid my head down, and was out. An hour later, I woke to Maisie next to me, her hand on my back and her messed-up hair hiding her dazzling green eyes. I pushed her red hair from her face, as selfishly I wanted to look at them, even if they were closed. I was tempted to slide my hand under her dress and finger her...again. I knew in my heart of hearts that this one-year abstinence wasn't going to work.

She woke while I was still staring at her. With half-lidded eyes, she smiled, "You're odd," she sexily giggled.

"And...?" I chuckled.

"Didn't say I didn't like it, aye?" she sniggered. "Cor, I was scunnered," she exclaimed.

"As was I, sweetness. At least we're sorted for a night of dancing, eh?" I asked.

"Mmmm, dinner and dancing. That sounds perfect, hen," she sighed.

As always, we dressed each other, the tender touches setting up the evening perfectly. At her behest, I wore a set of my Myla lingerie, light blue this time, but with the same clasp and ribbon holding the bra together. I could but smirk at her. I had my hand on her soft hair, as I lifted one, then the other foot, as she slid the thin, lacy panties up my legs. She kindly adjusted them, as I pulled her head to my covered pussy. I could just feel her delicious lips kiss me. Maisie's hands spent too long on my covered butt, as she supposedly made her final alteration. As if. I held my hands in the air, as she slid the dress over and down me. Her fingers delicately buttoned up almost every button, leaving a few for hers and others' pleasures.

I returned the favour to her, slowly teasing her...and me! I watched her smirk, as I fitted her bra on, my fingers gradually rubbing across her sheathed nipples.

"Is that really necessary?" she cooly asked.

"If it wasn't, why would I be doing this, hmm? You don't really think I...like doing...this, do you?" I smirked, and swatted her bare butt.

"I...I guess not," she whined.

I took the same delicate time with her panties, knowing she wanted my lips on her now-covered pussy...but I didn't. I'm not sure which of us was more upset!

I slipped her dress over her head, adjusted, shifted and ran my hands over her body, smoothing out any creases. I had her hold her hair up, while I slipped a necklace around her neck. I handed her the matching earrings and smiled. I had her sit, while I styled her hair into a messy, French braid. God, I could have done her right there!

"Tu es tout simplement magnifique," I whispered.

"For you, I hope so," she said, and grasped my hands.

In time, we were dressed and ready. We headed out to the streets. We checked several boards outside for dinner and found one that suited us. The place had a nice, quiet ambience that suited my mood for the evening. God knows what it would be like later, though! They seated us at a cosy table set off from the other diners. Whether they thought this was the first date, I didn't know...or care. We ordered a bottle of wine first and 'toasted' each other... after a discreet kiss. We talked about the future and what we hoped it would be. Maisie saw herself in horticulture in some way, and more than just running a flower shop. I laid out my grand plans; a bespoke landscape business catering to high-end customers and businesses. I think she was taken aback by the scope of my dreams. I had a feeling that after I completed my Master's, my plans would change, but this was a good starting point.

I held her hand in mine as we talked about our hopes and dreams, my fingertips softly stroking the underside of her wrist. I could swear I could feel her heartbeat. She offered me several other avenues, and we chatted about them eagerly. I probably talked too much about the lure of biodiversity and how I could incorporate that into a business. I guess I was laying the groundwork now for, hopefully, my future. Maisie's interest was genuine and frank. I think that was the first inkling that, perhaps, we could do something together.

Maisie subtly changed the subject, her fingers drifting across the top lace of her dress. I squeezed her hand and coyly undid another button on my dress.

"Dessert, mon amour?" I faux bashfully asked.

"I'm looking at dessert right now, hen," she whispered.

Fuck...

"I have an idea I'd like to, uh, throw out there, hmm? How about if we restart our year tomorrow, aye?" she breathed low.

"You're so naughty, Maisie," I said, without answering. "I think we should pay the bill and go dancing," I flirted.

"As you didn't answer me, I'm going to take that as a huge 'maybe,' aye?" she laughed.

"Let's go, mon amour," I smirked, and took her hand.

Maisie whispered, "You have no idea what your French does to me, do you?" she asked.