when I feel it. And having your beautiful body spread over mine like this, having your full trust as I do things to you that make you scared, knowing that ultimately I will bring you pleasure, it makes me want to tell you how I feel.”
“And how do you feel?” I ask. My breath fills my lungs and I hold it there, my teeth sinking into my lip as I stare down at the white bedding.
Waiting.
“I love you, Victoria.”
The excitement of riding a roller coaster for the first time, opening a Christmas gift you’ve longed for, snuggling the soft neck of a puppy that you’ve just been gifted—all these emotions combined add up to what I feel when he says those words.
It’s not a candlelight dinner, or a romantic movie scene. It’s life and this moment between us—it’s raw, real. The purity of his words gives me the confidence to confess the secret I’ve been holding in my own heart. “I love you too, Daddy.”
The words are freeing, making my whole being lighter as they slip from my tongue.
Sliding out from underneath me, he lies beside me. Kissing me. Nibbles the lobe of my ear, whispering, “I love you, baby girl. It feels so good to say it.”
He wraps his arms around me. Facing one another, we lie on our sides, kissing slowly. I throw my leg over his. He scoots in closer, his erection pressing between my thighs.
I open my legs further.
With one perfect slide, he enters me. I’m so slick, turned on from his hand, his belt, his attention to my ass, he moves inside me with ease. Our bodies rock together as my leg winds tighter around his waist.
We lie like that, making love, him moving inside of me, my hips rolling to greet him each time.
Staying inside me, he shifts his weight till he’s on top. Rising up, he balances his weight on his hands, looking down at me. His gaze locks on mine as he pushes deeper.
Our souls entwine as our bodies tangle. A dance of lust, and passion, and... love. I feel the climax building inside me. It’s a quiet, warm, understated brewing of pleasure—a slow burn rising within. I find myself smiling as I let out soft sighs, getting closer to my goal.
Reaching the peak, I find my fingers digging into his shoulders in a silent scream. He wraps himself tighter around me, holding me as I come.
Instead of finishing, he slides out of me.
Ready to take me where he’s promised.
Biting my bottom lip, I look up at him, suddenly shy. He takes my hips in his hands, flipping me gently. My breasts and stomach press into the bed. I turn my head, laying my cheek flat on the pillow.
He brushes the hair back from my face and I feel his gaze on me. He kisses my cheek.
His knee goes between my legs, nudging them further apart. I comply, spreading them further.
His long strong legs are lining the insides of mine. His hands press into the mattress on either side of me. I feel his erection trailing upward, nestling in between my still warm cheeks.
The head of his cock presses that well-lubed entrance, the one I’d sworn to myself I’d never let anyone go, before I knew what it was to give your entire body to someone.
Exhaling, I relax, letting the head of his cock move past the tight ring of muscles in my bottom. That funny fullness comes back to me, like I felt when he first pushed in the plug.
His cock is bigger and warmer, stretching me, filling me.
It’s so tight, I’m afraid I’ll tear, but as he moves slowly, inside then out, a warm liquid sensation takes over my limbs. A full aching develops in my bottom, traveling my core.
I want another orgasm.
But how will I have one when he’s in my ass and not my pussy?
The answer to my question comes sooner than I hoped. His cock moves in and out of me faster, harder. I find my fingers clutching the blankets, a scream lodging in my throat.
The sensation builds and builds until I think I’ll explode, or break, or pass out, or all three. Welling, aching agony fills me as I wait for that moment of sheer delight when the explosive release will come and satisfy me.
I want it, I need it, but I struggle to find it. It’s like I’m trying to get that very last bit of toothpaste from the tube and just can’t. He keeps