Elise slowly woke up as the sunlight poured through the large picture window in her bedroom. She felt warm and safe. A feeling she hadn't had since before the whole Francine situation.
Elise turned her head and look at the clock. Her eyes widened. It was one in the afternoon! She never slept until one in the afternoon! She threw off the covers and looked down. She was naked? It was the fifth of November. It was too cold to go to bed naked.
What in the...?
Slowly, the events of the wee hours of the morning came back to her. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she remembered the promise he had elicited from her. She had promised to let him try to prove he how much he loved her.
She swung her leg over the side of the bed and snorted. He was gone. She had woken up and he was gone. Yeah, he was really going to prove to her he loved her. She went to the closet to choose her clothes for the day. She tried to remember if she had anything to do. Her heart plummeted when she realized there wasn't. There was nothing for her to do. Nothing to distract her from the memories of their lovemaking. There had been more between them the night before. Their gazes had locked and never left the others during the entire exchange.
She had never felt more loved. It was almost as if he had claimed a part of her she had never known existed. She hadn't called him daddy once. When she had found her release, she had screamed his name not daddy. He wasn't daddy to her anymore. He was Alec. Early that morning, she had felt like he was her Alec.
She chose a pair of jeans, a red turtleneck, and a spotted black and white vest to go over it. She grabbed a bra and socks. She went into the bathroom and put her clothes on the sink counter. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. She stepped in the shower and moaned as the hot water washed over her.
Her body felt sore and used. Used. She had let him use her. Tears poured down her cheeks. She sobbed hysterically. Why couldn't he have stayed with her last night? Why had he left her after promising he never would again?
She was so lost in her grief she didn't hear him pull the shower curtain back. Didn't feel him step in the shower until he gathered her in his arms rubbing her back and comforting her; his naked body pressed against hers.
"Shh." He whispered. "It's alright, Elise."
She lifted her head and stared at him for a long moment before she could speak.
"I thought..."
"You'd thought I'd left you again." He sighed and caressed her cheek. "Never. I just went out to get us something to eat. You don't have a lot to eat in your apartment."
"I just finished the final editing of my book." She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I don't normally go shopping till after. Things get very busy. Normally I don't have time to go shopping."
"Ah." He nodded his head in understanding as he bent over and picked up her shampoo.
He opened it and sniffed wincing in masculine disapproval. It was a floral scent that smelled suspiciously like roses. He looked on the bottle and groaned. It was worse. Wild Orchid. He saw her lips twitch upward in amusement even as she sniffled. The conditioner was the same scent.
He poured the shampoo into his hands and ran it through her long wet hair. He turned her so she was facing the shower head as he gently scrubbed and lathered her hair. Her eyes closed and she let out a soft moan. His cock twitched.
"This is for all hair, isn't it?" He whispered in her ear as he poured more shampoo into his hand.
Her nipples hardened as she realized what he meant. He cupped her pussy gently massaging the shampoo into her trimmed curls. Elise leaned back against him feeling his cock hard between her legs.
"Oh my god." She breathed, gasping when his soapy fingers rubbed her tender, swollen clit.
"Like that?" He whispered as he gently squeezed the sensitive flesh between his fingers.
"Yes!" She shrieked. "Oh god, yes!"
Elise fought to hold onto her sanity as he touched her; caressed slowly, gently, lovingly. Driving her wild. Sadness and grief were replaced by pleasure and a feeling of completion she had never thought she would ever know. A feeling she certainly hadn't expected to feel for her father.
He slid one then two fingers inside her wet sheath. His fingers slid in and out of her as his palm kept rubbing up against her clit. Her lungs seized. At first, she felt as if she couldn't breathe and then...she couldn't breathe fast enough.
He moved his hand in and out of her faster; going in deeper, his hand twisting at certain moments to find that sweet spot inside her again and again until finally, she fractured. Her mind spun dizzily. His arms came around her to hold her up; to hold her firmly to him. His soapy hand came up to massage her breasts as he pushed her down and bent her over at the waist.
"Grab the towel rack, Elise." He ordered gruffly.
She did thankful she'd had the presence of mind to put in that spot. He spread her legs further apart and entered from behind. He gripped her hips firmly holding her in place. He stood there for a long moment as if savoring the feel of being inside her.
He pumped in and out slowly at first. Elise moaned, her grip on the towel rack tightening; her breasts swaying with each thrust. The shampoo acted as a lubricant making every move, every thrust, a thousand times more pleasurable than anything she could imagine.
"Alec!" She moaned as she gasped for air.
"Oh, Elise!" He panted as he thrust harder. "Oh fuck, Lisey! You feel so good!"
"Mmm!" She bit on her lower lip and closed her eyes concentrating on what she was feeling.