Save Me, Daddy

“No, it's amazing!” I object, and I mean it. I don’t know how he could wait, but when they’re lit, there’s a soft, ethereal glow in the room. I know he’s trying to make it special for me, which means everything.

“No… you’re amazing,” he says as he comes to me, gathering me in his arms. As our lips meet, the taste of the wine mingles with the hormonal tang of desire. As he presses against me, I can feel the steel of his erection, how much he wants me. I want him too, so much.

In the flickering candlelight, I shiver as he reaches behind me to unzip my dress. It tumbles to the floor, puddling around my ankles as he steps back to look at me. Shivers race across my skin as his eyes seesaw back and forth, taking me in. I try not to cover myself, but I can feel his gaze like a breeze, sweeping back and forth across my breasts, giving me goosebumps.

“You're so beautiful…” he murmurs, his voice thick.

My heart beats wildly and I try to breathe as slowly as I can, waiting. Waiting for him to finish drinking me in with his eyes. Waiting for him to make a move.

“Lay down on the bed,” he says. It sounds like a command.

For a moment, I'm a little confused. I realize that I don't know what people do when they do this. So I just follow his instructions and lay with my head on the pillow, my hands pressed flat beside my hips. I watch him as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, his gaze never leaving my body.

As his shirt slides over shoulders, I bite my lip to keep myself quiet. Every time that I see him, I'm startled by how beautiful he is. The thick ropes of muscle, the masculine outlines of his form. His incredibly broad shoulders, tucking into a narrow waist that disappears into the top of his trousers. The rows of abdominal muscles that end in a V that points down, down, down.

I hear every metal tooth on his zipper as it comes free, and when his pants slide down his thick thighs, finally he is standing there, completely naked, utterly magnificent.

I begin to tremble uncontrollably as he slides in next to me, his weight shifting the mattress so drastically that I roll into him a little bit. I'm suddenly cold and snuggle closer, drinking comfort from his warmth.

He takes my shoulder pushes me back slightly, forcing me to meet his eyes again.

“Are you sure?” he asks me.

I nod tightly. I am throbbing with longing for him. My body is on fire.

“No, Kita, I need you to say it. Tell me.”

“I’m sure,” I whisper, my voice rough and shuddering.

But when he leans into me to kiss me, I'm even more sure. My hand snakes around his back, pulling him on top of me. I want to feel him everywhere, to feel his weight pressing me down. My knees automatically open and my ankles hook around the small of his back.

He clenches his jaw, lining himself up to me. I feel the head of his cock slipping along my furrow, sliding easily through the gushing wetness there.

“You feel that? What you do to me?” he asks me.

I nod, urgently. “Oh my God, it's so good!”

“Yes, Kita, it's amazing,” he agrees as he works his cock against me, gently prodding, pushing gently, firmly, against my tight entrance. I feel his thumb flickering against my clit, making my belly twang suddenly with desire so intense it's almost painful. When I draw in a gasp, he looks concerned.

“Am I hurting you? I don't want to hurt you…”

“No!” I bark. “You're not hurting me, I promise. I want it so bad. I want it so much… Daddy.”

His eyes open wide. He kisses me again urgently. His tongue plunges into my mouth as he pushes a little bit harder with his hips, almost breaching my entrance.

“Yes, yes,” I moan into his mouth. “Daddy… I want it.”

And again, that word just eggs him on further. He groans deeply, pulsing against me but holding back still, I can tell. I just need to push him a little further…

“Yes, please,” I beg him, “fuck me, Daddy!”

Then a dam bursts in him, and with a roar he arches his back, thrusting harder into me. I feel my body give way, opening up for him and taking him all at once. I feel so full, stuffed almost to bursting. Parts of me feel stuffed and satisfied in ways I did not ever realize they were empty.

But still I want more.

My ankles lock behind him, pulling him to me. I can't get him close enough. Our bodies begin to piston slowly together, rocking and mashing, sliding together like we were made to be this way.

Soon I can’t breathe. The tension builds and builds. And then suddenly, an explosion. Orgasm crashes through me, cracking me like a force of nature. I clasp around him and he reacts instantly, plunging all the way to the hilt and holding there. It’s almost too much but I take it all. I feel him lurching, crying out as his seed fills me hotly, wetly, almost to overflowing.