Thanks to Kenji for his persistent help. 'Real Life' seems to be getting in the way, hence the lapse in writing and publishing but thanks to everyone who has been following this saga! It is appreciated.
Chapter 17
Homeward bound...
We lazily woke, the warm sun welcoming us both. A slight air of melancholy was hanging in the room, as this was our last few hours in Paris. I laid my head on daddy's chest, smelling our scent from last night, my body involuntarily shaking with the memory. He pulled the billowy streams of my hair from my face and gently kissed me.
"Morning, Chloe," he muttered.
"Mmmmm, morning, daddy," I sighed, hugging him tighter.
"Pee?" he laughed.
"I had better!" I huffed, as we both slid from the warm cocoon and rushed to the ensuite.
We carelessly peed and brushed our teeth. Any embarrassment or trepidation had been left so far behind us now. I loved the intimacy of these little acts, as if we truly were open to one another. We rushed back to the warmth of the sumptuous bed and grabbed each other, our kisses more accommodating now. I rubbed my groin on his, and asked, "So, what's up for today, hmm?" I asked, sliding on his re-engorged hard cock.
"Well," he smiled, grasping my bum and holding me firmly against him. "We need to collect Maisie's bracelet, for one. There's a bookstore you have to see, and then we just pootle about, eh? Nothing too...strenuous?" he chuckled, his hands still fondling my bare bum.
"I'd like to be...strenuous, though. Just...once more?" I asked, my eyebrows cocked upwards, as I moved my groin up, pinning his daddy-cock between my legs.
As we laid there, I quietly played with his nipples, tweaking them between my small fingers, as his hands combed my hair and his head nestled in mine.
"Just once more...daddy?" I cooed, as his hands continued to pet my pert ass, and he slid me along his length, splitting my vulva, my moans, once again, piercing the quiet spring morning. "That's...that's nice...daddy," I shivered, as I moved my body with his, my growing wetness mixing with his oozing pre-cum.
I pushed myself up against daddy's chest, sitting between his open legs. As my fingers dug in, I leaned over his heaving body, and softly but staunchly, kissed him, as I shimmied my pussy over his groin, gently grasping his shaft and rubbing myself. I lifted myself up, planting his firmness on my gushing pussy, and lowered myself slowly, inch by glorious inch, 'til I was firmly penetrated by his love. I sat there—daddy's manhood pulsing within my sheath—and sat still. He smirked at me, as his girth spasmed deep within me. I returned the erotic gesture, my pelvic muscles gripping his stiff meaty-cock. Dad temptingly played with my hips, his fingers lightly brushing against my sensitive flesh while my fingers caressed his tight thighs.
I savoured my little whimpers, as my little hips rocked in a seesaw motion over daddy's cock, my head was thrown back, and my mouth open in a beautiful 'O'. His strong fingers held onto my waist, as he flirtatiously lifted his hips, driving his hardness into my wet valley.
"That's...what I need...daddy," I groaned hoarsely, my needy cunt weeping over him.
He moved one hand through my paltry pussy hair and quickly found my excited little nub, fingers tracing small circles around my delicate kernel. His free hand fondled a spare breast, cosseting and pulling my erect nipple, as we moved together, our sap wetting us both. He slyly moved from one mound to the other, teasing and thrusting into me. That beautiful, familiar, tingling itch slowly swept over my body, my thrusts now more urgent, as my breathing became louder and coarser. My pelvis swept along his shaft, daddy pushing up harder 'til I came.
A long, wanton shriek filled the room as I came on my father's cock yet again. My hands were on his stomach, lifting myself up and down, to and fro on his magnificent prick, as he lay there taking me, filling me. I was waiting for the delicious squirt of his seed, but none came. Goodness knows I tried to make him cum, but gave in and used him, my pussy rubbing and squeezing his more-than-welcome intrusion. Suddenly, he flipped me over, his cock still embedded in me and my pussy still twitching; daddy hovered over me.
I opened my eyes, catching my breath, my pelvis still prodding his shaft. He kept himself still inside me and whispered, "Shhh, Chloe. That's...that's it, darling. Cum on your daddy's cock, hmm? That's good...just...just like that," he agonisingly murmured.
He planted stinging little, bruising kisses over my skin, marking me, as he kept himself stoically still. He slowly pulled out, almost, looked at me, and slid back inside. I let out a ferocious, "Uhhhhhhhh," his thickness, so welcome. He pulled out again and slid back into me, this time keeping his cock steady within me. I opened my eyes to his mischievous smirk. He kept himself there, flexing his stiffness, 'til he pulled out again, slowly taking me twice, but on the third stroke, holding still again.
"Just...just take me, daddy," I pleaded, but of course, he wouldn't. He teased and stirred my imagination, thrusting four times, then stopping. He looked down at me, smiled, and flexed his cock, repeated with another five strokes, and then stopped again. As maddeningly as this was, I knew he couldn't hold out forever. "Come on, daddy....do me. I...I know you want me. Just let go...yesss, like that. Do it, daddy. Fuck your...Little One," I hissed hoarsely, flexing
my
pelvic muscles.
I smiled brazenly, as he gave up his none-too-subtle tease and took me, his fingers in my hair, pulling it. His pelvis moved around, touching my pussy as only he could, boldly fucking his daughter. I lifted my hips, wrapped my legs around his waist, and dug my nails into his back. With a loud gasp, he came; forceful jets of dad's spunk spurted deep inside my cunt. As the first gush soaked my cervix, I came with him again, our bodies writhing together, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Do it, daddy. More...just a bit...more," I begged, his pelvis punishing mine with his potent thrusts. With a final deep push, his head and body fell to mine. I wrapped my arms around his dampened body, slipped my legs from his waist, and smiled. I was content, daddy's seed safely inside me.
I heard him groan, then giggle, as he lifted his head, our lips touching tenderly. My swollen pussy oozed his wet and creamy virile sperm; our bodies were satisfied and warm.
"Mmmm, daddy. That'll do me just fine," I giggled, and pushed the hair from his face. I kept my hands on his ass, holding his still-hard manhood inside me.
"Can we...stay like this forever?" I asked, but he only smiled. I wanted him to say 'yes', but knew that was too much to ask.
We laid there forever, dad's body slipping too easily from mine, the loss of his half-flaccid cock disappointing. We slowly touched and fondled one another, but I could tell from his eyes, he wanted to take advantage of our last day. Reluctantly, we rose, and, together walked to the ensuite. I looked at myself in the ornate mirror, fluffed my hair and sighed. Dad came behind me, his warm body holding me, his hands cupping my breasts. I smiled at his reflection, stuck my tongue out, and moved from his grasp. For the next forty minutes, we washed and held one another, daddy singularly ogling my body, as the water flowed over my mounds and trailed down my body. We touched each other as we always had, even though it always felt like the first time. We dried each other, daddy taking extra attention between my legs and bum. I loved how thorough he was. Grabbing the luxurious robes, we headed to the living room, dad ordered our breakfast while we relaxed and burrowed into each other. I turned and sat on his lap, handing him my brush. Delicately, he brushed my locks while trying to ignore my slight shifting around on his lap. I could only giggle, daddy knowing precisely what his Little One was doing.
Breakfast arrived, but I stayed on the large sofa while the waiter laid everything out. We FaceTimed home, everyone laughing at me, as I sat there so innocently. I could only cheerfully pout, knowing my mums were jealous, to an extent. They'd have their husband back in no time, so...we caught up on our itinerary, Maggie and Lily missing us both. Too quickly, the call was over, so we attempted to dress and leave the comfortable room. I knew we both would have spent the day in bed, but neither said as much. We didn't have to.
Finally, we headed out, crossing the Pont de la Tounelle to the ÃŽle Saint-Louis and the jewellery shop. I was excited to see how Maisie's present had turned out...and wasn't disappointed. Dad loved it as much as I did and assured me Maisie would cherish it. I looked at the stunning bracelet, turned it over, the words in a beautiful flowing font,
Someday soon.
My heart leapt, knowing she would, hopefully, treasure this forever. I drew my arm through dad's and we set off, stopping for a coffee and tea, the pastries tantalisingly exquisite! We re-crossed the bridge and headed to Notre Dame. The queues weren't too bad at this hour, so we joined and waited. We were British, after all! Dad was in his element when we finally walked through the massive doors, pointing out too many details for me! He told me about the Forest and the vast oak beams that supported the roof, telling me they were from the twelfth century. Okay, he had me there! It was breathtaking, to say the least, as we spent two hours walking around, peering here and there and taking in the ambience of this symbol of Paris. It was so much more than a 'church,' dad said.
We crossed the bridge back to St Germain, and daddy excitedly brought me to, what he said, the best bookshop in the world; or so he thought! We, again, spent two hours browsing the shelves of Shakespeare and Co. I could tell that daddy was visibly moved to be back within these walls. It was the perfect way to end our trip. Even I was aware of the history of this shop, as dad took me from room to room, picking up little treasures, as he did so. We chose books for everyone, knowing even Maggie and Lily would be thrilled. I saw a book of poetry for Maisie in French and imagined long winter evenings reading the verse to her. Or so I hoped.
Our hands full of bags, we headed for a final meal at Les Deux Magots. It seemed fitting. The menu was a few steps up from the 'pub grub' we weren't used to, but the ambience more than made up for the food.
We returned to our room, taking a few moments on the balcony. Daddy lovingly held me from behind, as we reflectively looked out at the Eiffel Tower and over the rooftops of this beautiful city. He leant into me and whispered, "I hope you'll always remember this, Little One. I shall," he sighed, as I turned around in his arms and embraced him, our tongues gently duelling with each other.
"Can we...one more time?" I asked, expectantly, rubbing my covered mounds on his chest.
He swatted my bum but gently replied a quiet, "Come on. We have a train to catch, and real life awaits us."
I pouted, to no avail, and before I knew it, and too soon, we were on our way back to the Gare du Nord...and England. Our cases were a bit heavier than when we arrived, but we survived! We sat in our comfortable seats, my head on daddy's arm, and we were gone. I held him close, knowing this was the end of our intimate time together. I had tried to seduce him into one last fumble when we returned to the hotel from our morning out, but I was softly chastised. Humph, is right!
Two hours later, we pulled into St Pancras and headed to daddy's car. He placed our cases carefully in the car and handed me the keys.
"Do you think you can get us home?" he smiled.
"What? Really?" I squealed, fondling the keys to his treasure in my hand. "You're...sure?"
