He’s behind me, watching as I remove my shirt, lower my panties and stand naked and ready for his touch. I anticipate his fingers, yet am surprised with his lips kissing my shoulder, flustered and flushed as his breath floats along my collarbone. My eyes close unable to remain open as he cups my breasts and plays with my nipples. I lean back, the sturdy feel of his chest holds me up, and float into him.
He was happy with my progress today, happy that I listened, and now he says my reward is to feel him long, hard and continuously until not only is my breathing labored but my bodily movements are too.
“Do you feel my hands, my breath, my lips, my desire? Do you feel me aching?”
“Mmmhmm Daddy.”
“Tell me, use your words, the one’s you write with to tell me how you feel right now.”
“I feel like I am floating, like I am not in control of my own thoughts, I feel as if I am an extension of you, and I only wish you were wrapped tighter around me, and fully in me. I need you everywhere, not just on my skin, I need you warming me inside too. I don’t want you to be quick, I want your sweat dripping, I want the night to be lost as you are in me, I want the hours to pass us as you are taking every bit of me, scorching my flesh with your touch, and filling me, completely.”
“Ask me baby girl.”
“Daddy, please, fuck me like you’re making love to me. Love me while you fuck me. I need to feel your till we fall asleep, and I want to sleep while you’re resting in me. Please.”
We crawl on the bed with him ushering my movements from behind, my stomach hits the sheet, and he
he kneels above me, tracing my body, sculpting my lines, massaging my muscles, and evoking my tender moans.
“Hold on tight baby girl, I am going to make you see beyond the stars tonight.”
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