Olivia's POV
I opened my glassy eyes to see Christopher grinning wickedly at my flushed face. His fingers still gently caressed my sensitive flesh, drawing out the last tremors of my intense climax.
"Well, well, look who's all nice and relaxed now," he purred, crawling up to hover over me. He pressed a soft kiss to my swollen lips. "You doing alright, darling? That wasn't too much, was it?"
I let out a shaky laugh, still catching my breath. "Are you kidding? That was...wow." I arched my neck to capture his lips in a deeper, more languid kiss. "I'm more than alright. In fact, I'd say you've really hit your stride here, Daddy."
"Good to hear. Because I'm just getting started."
With a growl, he sealed his mouth over mine, his tongue plundering and exploring. I moaned into the kiss, relishing the taste of myself on his lips. When he finally pulled away, we were both panting.
"You sure you can keep up?" he teased, nipping at my lower lip.