Chapter Nine
Helen
It feels almost like all the previous times we made love were simply previews for the main attraction, right now. Leo is unrestrained, as though something has broken free within him. I realize, of course, that my reactions are characterized by our declarations of love to each other.
But not entirely.
I am a different Helen now. I am the Helen I always wanted to be but only now, with a Daddy protecting me and teaching me, could I become. I am…happy. There is no other way for me to describe it. For the first time in my life, I am happy without anything that needs to be added to the sentiment to modify it at all. He makes me happy, and now I have learned how to make me happy as well.
His hands move over me, and it feels almost like he has just discovered my body for the first time, although he has enjoyed it several occasions. I cannot discern the exact difference except perhaps it is simply that now he enjoys my body as though he is aware that he is entitled to it.
Entitled.
It almost sounds wrong, but it’s close.
Deserving? Maybe.
The point is there isn’t any tentativeness, no sense that at any moment I might just stop him. It seems strange to think in those terms, but it is exactly how it feels. His mouth moves over my breasts and he catches my nipple in his teeth, nibbling softly as he flicks his tongue. It sends tendrils of need all through my body.
I am still damp from the shower, and something about the fact that the sheets are getting wet and the towel is still on the floor by the door adds a sense of wildness and abandon to the whole situation. It’s a silly thing to note but it’s true, and I can’t help but feel a thrilling sense of excitement about it all, like we’re just throwing all care aside to enjoy each other.
He flips me around suddenly and I giggle at the sudden movement. I’m still on my back but now he is above me and his mouth descends, closing over my pussy as his tongue slides over my clit. I gasp and take hold of his hips so I can clamp my lips over his cock. I have never done sixty-nine in this position and it feels wonderfully vulnerable. He goes deeper than I would have thought I could take.
I am quickly overwhelmed in all possible ways. I can’t really understand why the position affects me so powerfully, but I am certainly thrilled by it. I suck hungrily, eagerly and I feel my body moving toward a dramatic explosion. I moan around his shaft and try to go even deeper, and when my orgasm hits, I scream, opening my mouth so widely that suddenly he is all the way in and I am utterly helpless but somehow unpanicked.
As I writhe beneath him, he remains deep in my throat, and it such a terrifyingly beautiful thing. It doesn’t last though because he lifts himself up, turns me around and thrusts inside of me. I gasp as the orgasm seems to come to life yet again, detonating with extreme, powerful force.
“God! Daddy!” I cry and he moves with a strength almost impossible for me to comprehend. I hold on as the explosion seems unending and unyielding.
“Daddy!” I cry. “Daddy!” Then, because it has been said and heard and the seal is broken, I cry out, “I love you, Daddy! Oh, God, Leo! I love you so much!”
The words feel almost as wonderful as the orgasm crashing over me, and as he moves and I cling to him, I realize he hasn’t just made me happy but he has made me whole, this man who loves me.
This man who has helped me to see I am not unlovable.
This man who has helped me to see what I can do and what I can be.
This man who has helped me to be the Helen I want to be, to wake up happy, confident and sure of my day.
This man I love and this man who loves me.
I am his little girl, and I always will be.