The light bulb pops, I scream out of shock, it’s flash momentarily blinding me. I grasp the counter, reminding myself of the room’s layout. I know there’s a lamp on the opposite side of the room. If I turn and pace my strides I’ll be sure to find it. Bed post hits my foot, footboard corners my knee, and I scream again. A sound freezes me. I wait to hear if it will return, begging my eyes to adjust. Nothing. A few more steps and I find the metal poll. I click it on, nothing, I keep clicking it for good measure, nothing. I bend with my hands grasping and seeking the cord, fumble my fingers and find the prongs out of the socket. 

I feel a hand touch me, I scream louder than ever, and instinctively pummel my hand into a face. Oh shit. I hear him groan… Then he laughs. Takes the cord from my hand and turns on the light. 

My surprise, he’s laughing still. “Well that teaches me.” He jokes. His cheek, slightly red, but his spirit is joyous. I take his hand, kiss his nose, his eyes, his cheeks, his chin. I kiss him till his lips plump out in fake pout, and I kiss him there too. 

“Sorry.” I tell him. I hug his neck, and lavish him with love, he continues to fake his aches. 

“My chest hurts too, and I my stomach, and my legs, you moved too fast and hurt Daddy allover.” Oh he is milking this, I shake my head. 

I push him to a laying position. Unbuckle his jeans, unbutton his shirt. Remove his shoes and socks. Slowly stripping him. 

“Nope Daddy is fine, totally healthy, look even your cock is standing tall.” 

“What?!?! No. It just wants a kiss, it misses your kisses.”

I don’t kiss it, I’ll kiss it later, instead I stand remove my panties and lower myself on him. Riding him, feeling him thrust upwards into me, watching his long arms grab my breasts and cup them as they jiggle. 

I’ll kiss him, I’ll kiss him after he’s filled me after lingers in the flavor of us. I say this to him, I tell him what I want. I repeat it till his body takes over mine. Leaving me to swallow my words.