Yeah. [Nate is firm when he echoes her, stalking her backward. He hooks his arms down to lift her up so she can perch, meaning the view of her is framed by flowers.]
Are you ovulating? [He does not pull punches when it comes to asking personal questions. She has been near insatiable and interested in being bred to completion, but that could be her baseline.
He reaches to rub his palm over her belly curiously, wondering if something has been growing already. It's also just another reverent, encouraging touch. He likes the softness of it, he traces his thumb over her belly button. She'd look very nice with a bump, he thinks. Like a goddess of nature and fertility that picked him to sire children for her.
His palm shifts up, palming her breast and rolling her shirt up to reveal them.]
You'd look good pregnant. Be hard to stop at one. [He murmurs, leaning down to take her nipple in his mouth and suck it.]
No. At least... I don't think I am. It's hard to tell because you come so much. [ It actually is her baseline. She has a high libido, completely at odds with how shy she typically is.
Her breaths come heavy but shaky, past a hard swallow. She makes room for him to step in between her legs now that he has mostly peeled her skirt up so it settles around her hips and thighs.
Her stomach ripples under his fingertips. She follows the path of his hand, afraid to hope life has decided to spark inside there, but imagining the same thing. A bump and his large hand to cover it. She would like being pregnant, she thinks. She would savor the experience if it ever were to happen to her.
Her short nails bite into unpolished wood when his palm rounds her breast, tipping herself into his eager mouth. She cradles the back of his head with one hand as he suckles; the other reaches to brush over the bulge of his erection. Her eyes are almost black, all pupil. ]
I want to give Daddy a baby. However many babies Daddy wants to pump inside me.
[As usual, Nate appreciates his previous instructions for Francesca to remove her underwear. It's far more natural this way, he thinks. Definitely not entirely about having easy access to fucking her.
He hums against her breast, amused by her. It turns from sounds of amusement to longing when she shifts her hand. He feels goaded, in a good way. Now that there's real intent behind it, it feels almost ritualistic the way they warm one another up. He swirls his tongue and grazes his teeth over her nipple, sucking like he expects to pull something from her.
Unrelenting with his mouth, his hand moves back to her belly. It rests possessively against the curve of it, hips bucking eagerly against her hand.
When he removes it, it's so he can shove his pants down. He draws her closer, no fumbling in his hands as he positions her legs and shifts between them. Without letting his mouth leave her breast, he hilts his cock inside of her and starts to fuck her.]
[ Seated on the edge of the table, she's conveniently at hip level with him -- and even more conveniently dressed, her cunt shiny and exposed. She's dripping onto herself when he manipulates her, her knees hooking and boots meeting behind him.
There's no preamble this time. She's knocked breathless by how he slots right up into her, filling her to the very core, kissing her cervix. Some discomfort there, but she aches so much it's forgotten with the first withdraw and buck of his hips forward.
Her fingers travel down his skull, ending up at the nape of his neck; she grips there and the table edge while he fucks into her, her hitched breaths and the rustling of their bodies filling the silence of the greenhouse. He's seeded life here before, the evidence is everywhere, at her back and all around them; she can't help but feel it's appropriate.
Her grasp on him tightens at the thought, hips arcing up to greet his sharp thrusts as she leans back, and moans high. ] Oh, fuck.
[Any uncertainty about their arrangement has almost entirely melted away. As is typical of Nate, he has begun to feel he's the best man for the job. He feels in his bones right now that he can give her what she wants, and that's all he wants.
Nobody else can protect her like him. Keep her happy and satisfied like him. And he's going to her pregnant. He's going to. The way they're attracted to one another is so innate, it can only be because they complete one another.
Certainly feels like it whenever he's this deep inside her. She holds him and clenches around him like he's a missing piece and he slots himself in. Desperate to fill her. Seems more than appropriate here, in what might as well be a shrine he's cultivated just for her.
He flicks his gaze up to her, eyes burning intensely. A little hopeless, because he knows she has such a hold on him, but determined. And deeply, madly in love with her. Unable to release her breast from his lips, fixating on it while he pumps his hips into her.]
[ He's always intense, she came to learn this after her sick stint. Everything demands his attention, and he doesn't do things in halves. Especially in this area.
His hips are a constant push and pull, pistoning into her cunt, and his eyes are focused entirely on her. She can't take her eyes off him either, his mouth wet around her nipple, stiff and puckered. Is he going to drink from her when she lactates? Her walls pulse.
Before she can warn, her back melts down to lay across the table, auburn hair fanning around her and her eyes shut against the onslaught of pleasure. As always, his cock produces the most vulgar of sounds thrusting into her wetness. She's close, the sloppy noises are getting louder and so are her groans. ]
[Nate's hands grip the table either side of her when she clenches around him. He wonders what she's thinking about, he sees her go somewhere else for a moment. He is aware that he's incredibly fixated on her breast, but he is thinking ahead to the way her body will change. All good things. All things he greatly looks forward to.
Aware that she's closing in on an orgasm, his hips angle into her to hit parts of her he knows are sensitive. He's quickly acclimated himself to her sweet spots through persistent and thorough investigation with his mouth, fingers and cock.
Finally his lips leave her breasts, his palms running up her front and squeezing her breasts. Pinching her nipples with each hand, tweaking them a little roughly. He's learned that she likes this too, which he couldn't be happier about.
His hands travel up, grasping and cupping her face and drawing her into a deep, desperate kiss. His hips keep rocking into her, granting no reprieve from their mission here.]
I'm gonna give you everything. [Starting with his cum, but they both know it runs deeper than that.]
Gonna show you what you're made for. What you're good for. [His thrusts punctuate his words, a strange mix of threatening and encouraging.]
Gonna show me how good you are for it, too. Perfect for it. My girl.
[ Her heart leaps to her throat and she nods back at him to let him know she understands. He will show her everything, all of it. She trusts him implicity on this, and everything else.
His voice alone has drawn moisture out of her, but add the fingers on her nipples, his cock driving into her with a new purpose, now that they have talked it out and finalized it, clear-headed and without reservation.
It's dizzying. It's too much.
It's liable to drive her insane.
Their foreheads press against each other. His eyes bear down on her, communicating as much with them as with words. Actions speak as much, if not more; she needs it as much as she needs the things he says to her. Because she does need them -- she's never felt a sense of easy belonging until she sat in his truck and let him take her over.
Francesca can't look anywhere else if she wanted to; she wouldn't if she could. He's mesmerized her. Stamped himself across her heart and every part of her. My girl. ]
Yours. All yours. [ Stumbling agreement, freely given. Her arms latch around his neck, drawing her face into his shoulder. A new sensation, a sense of pressure turning to alarming urgency -- panicking, she scrabbles too late at his arms as it registers.
All the air goes out of the room. She wails, her cunt spasming before releasing a torrent, forcing him out of her. ]
[By this point, Francesca has come so many times for him that he is familiar with both the build-up and the sensation. But that's a new noise-- makes the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. Simultaneously she squeezes possessively around his cock, tighter than she has before, while her muscles are pushing him out.
When he feels the flood of warmth between them, it immediately becomes apparent what she's experiencing. He can practically taste her euphoria, as if through osmosis. His arms wind tightly around her, hips grinding frantically of their own accord-- but she's so wet and her pussy is still contracting. Before he can adjust himself, his hips rock forward and his cock slides between her folds, spilling himself over her wet skin.
His groan is almost plaintive, followed by a frustrated sound, but he doesn't want to belabour it. There'll be many more opportunities-- and this was a first. He hums, hand grasping the back of her head to support it as he crushes his lips against her temple.]
[ After the fact, she squirms, panting like it was laborious work -- and it was. Her body trembles beneath him with the after effects, her fingers clenching and unclenching around his upper arms, trying to get enough air in her lungs to catch her breath.
She gathers he missed his mark, but it feels inconsequential in the moment. Overwhelmed, tears prick her eyes, spilling down her flushed cheeks. Not sad tears -- she's so terribly happy -- she's just taking it all in and her body can't contain the events of the past half hour.
She looks, in a word, wrecked.
Her head tilts up, a desperate maneuver for his mouth to claim and calm. ]
[In the moment, Nate struggles to determine whether the tears are sad or happy. It makes his instincts flare. When she offers her mouth, he catches it and gives her deeply. Like he's breathing life back into her, until he's breathless himself.
He pulls back, pressing a chaste but affectionate kiss to her lips and pressing their forehead together.]
Got plenty more practice time. [He offers, mostly for himself. He yanks his trousers back up without fastening them. His hands shift around, scooping her up bridal style so they can walk back inside. Once they're in the bathroom, he sets her on the countertop so he can set about filling a bath for them.]
[ One of the things she's come to love best about him is the quiet. They don't fill silence for the sake of filling it, for all she adores his voice. Francesca would listen to him read a phone book, but she prizes the easy silence they sit in while he transports her to the bathroom.
From her perch, her eyes attentively track his path across the tiled floor, watching the turn of the faucet nozzles and the water gushing into the tub. He's mostly turned from her, her eyes memorizing his profile, silhouetted by the sun pouring through the window.
[Nate is focused on the task at hand, smiling to himself as he adjusts the temperature. It needs to be perfect for her, obviously.
He almost doesn't hear her over the din of the pouring water. It takes a moment to process it before he snaps his head toward her. He looks surprised, not angry. Bewildered for a moment before he can't smother the lopsided smile twitching at his lips.]
I'm the one on my knees. Shouldn't I be the one asking? [He points out, canting his head to the side and studying her curiously.]
Do you mean it? [He reads her well, so he knows she does. He reaches out for her leg, bringing it toward him and slowly dragging the zip down her boot. The touch is careful and reverent, even if his eyes are fixed intently on her.]
[ Francesca is not one to say things, especially something of such gravity, on a whim. He should know that by now. He does, she's sure.
The tilt of head is mirrored, her face all warmth and resolve. Lets him remove one boot, then the other, without saying a word. She doesn't have to. She doesn't feel nervous at all, strangely, for somebody that can feel such stage fright. ]
Yes. I do.
[ Down to her socks, she pushes herself off the vanity counter and moves to sit beside him, sitting back on her haunches. Her hands wrap around his, meeting his reverence with her own. His knuckles are pulled to her lips, a soft kiss pressed against them. ]
I don't want to wait to start the rest of our lives.
[Nate is silent as she drops down next to him. For once, it's not because nothing needs to be said. There's plenty he feels he needs to say, but the enormity of it all has made his mind completely blank.
In contrast, he is absolutely terrified. He's fucked it up once-- and it was different, he knows it was. And they've talked about his age, they've talked about kids and things just seem so simple. So simple it's suspicious, almost. So easily ruined, he's sure.
But she brushes her lips to his knuckles and his heart flutters, mind whirring back into a functional state. He finally breathes.]
Alright. [Soft, but sure. He takes her other hand, so he can brush his lips over her knuckles.]
[ Her voice is also soft, colored by wonder and a joy she is unsure she's ever felt before this moment. Overwhelmed by love for him, she lets go of his hands to grab his face, leaning over to kiss him with passion. It's an unyielding kiss. She crawls into his lap, dimly aware the wetness she feels on his pants is from her own climax.
When she breaks it, her eyes are starry, her nose scrunching. ]
[Nate briefly startles but quickly melts into the kiss. He suspects he will never get used to the way she grabs him and kisses him. He hopes he never does. The novelty of it thrills him every time.
He takes her face gently, humming into the kiss. His eyes fall shut as he pictures her in a wedding dress.
Smiling already when she pulls back, he has a sly look on his face in response to the question.]
Yeah. Like the deer with the big eyes. Looks like you.
[He brushes his fingers over her cheek, putting an arm on her back to support her as he leans up to stop the tap. Before he pulls them up to get in the bath, he loiters and watches her.]
[ Francesca's eyebrows draw up with a mixture of surprise and doubt. ]
So I'm a deer now? Does that make you the hunter?
[ She sways in his lap, watching him with the same absorption he is showing. She never tires of looking at him, touching him. She's positive this is only the beginning of a life-long addiction.
[He asks it idly, distracted by slipping her top up her body and smoothing his hands over her front. He presses tender kisses to her neck, chuckling against her skin.]
You think? Because the wet spot on my pants is telling me it might be mutually beneficial.
[He brushes his lips up her neck and strips her top off, leaning back.]
[ When she wakes, wet with arousal, the body she's wrapped around is still and his breaths deep. It's an ungodly hour, she's quick to realize. Not a hint of light outside.
He shifts when she gets up for a glass of water and a wee. Laying down again is futile; she doesn't sleep. Lying next to his body only serves to deepen the vicious ache in her cunt. Her thighs rub together.
Daddy had forbidden her from bringing herself to climax without permission. But ... he didn't forbid her from using him as a means to that end.
She tests how deeply he's asleep by snuggling into his side, a leg across his hip, then rubbing her wetness onto his skin. When he doesn't stir, she becomes both wicked and desperate -- reaching a hand down to his cock, her fingers slipping along the ridges, coaxing him to firmness. He has fucked her awake multiple times. She can be forgiven this. Right? ]
[The events of the day have worn Nate out, mind whirring even in deep sleep. He's processing everything through vivid dreams. Typically, he doesn't sleep this pleasantly. Since Francesca arrived in his bed, he's slept comfortably and heavily.
As such, he doesn't stir when she snuggles in and rubs against him. It just adds a pleasant layer to his dream. What does stir is his cock, firming eagerly in her hand. Trained to her touch. He exhales, brows furrowing and cock twitching in her hand, but he's still asleep.
By the time he wakes, there's a much more complicated scene to process. He feels the weight of her on his chest, her lips and hands on his cock. The pleasure he feels is dreamlike, but the sensations are very real. Without giving her any indication that he's woken up, he shifts slowly under her and catches her thighs. His thumbs spread her further apart for him and he leans in, running his tongue up her soft, wet folds.]
[ She's got her lips around the head of his cock, aroused by his hips shifting, straining up to her hot mouth. Her fingers aren't idle, running up and down. Listening to the soft hiss of his breath in sleep.
His pleasure makes hers less important, secondary. And she knows how to please him; he's been a fine teacher in more ways than one. A mentor, if you will.
When he makes his consciousness known, she makes a soft noise of alarm around him. Jerking forward, just slightly, her thighs held by his large hands and not giving. She's so wet, that now that he's exposed the cleft of her cunt, it drools onto his chest.
Francesca whimpers, pressing her hips back, craving more. Dropping his cock, she manages to look over her shoulder. All hunger, in the shaft of moonlight that cuts across her face. ]
[Given infinite jerk off material and creative freedom, Nate could not create a more perfect way to wake up than this. He's woken her up similarly, he expects it of himself. She's beautiful, her body is perfect and she offers herself very willingly. Silly not to indulge. The fact that she also feels inclined to take command of his cock-- the fact that she needs him before he's awake-- it just flat lines him.
He doesn't have anything coherent to say, just a deeply pleased groan that reverberates over her skin. He laps his tongue deep into her, using his hands to encourage her hips to grind. When he eats her, it's like he's savouring and enjoying something delicious. He sucks at her flesh, adding to the mess thanks to the fact that he's drooling past his tongue.
He studies her as she looks over at him, committing the moment to memory. He makes an aching sound, enjoying her face but wanting her lips on his cock again.]
[ She understands. She can read his body by now, his tells both when he's aroused and when he is close to climax.
Francesca goes back to her work. Tongue flat, she licks a stripe up his cock, eating up the line of precum that pearls and spills. Hungrily, sighing her appreciation. Her lips pop the head back into her mouth, sinking down his length. Careful not to use too much teeth.
Her body shakes and grinds from pleasure, moaning around his cock while he eats her out. It's hard to focus on sucking him off when he's lapping inside her cunt, hips rocking back against his face. ]
[Every day, Nate discovers at least one new thing about his girl. Today, aside from deeper revelations, he's learned that she can squirt and that she has a very pretty, pink asshole. He feels deeply perverted, but he is nose to nose with it right now.
He hasn't experimented much with this area. He's still showing her so many other things-- but he's very impressed with her moxy and her talented mouth.
His groans are appreciative, muffled by her cunt. His tongue drags further and further back until it swirls the rim of her asshole. He flicks the tip of it over her hole, increasing the pressure gradually. His thumbs shift deeper, spreading her further apart as he notches himself closer in. Satisfied with this, he drops a hand so he can start to pump two fingers in her pussy.]
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Are you ovulating? [He does not pull punches when it comes to asking personal questions. She has been near insatiable and interested in being bred to completion, but that could be her baseline.
He reaches to rub his palm over her belly curiously, wondering if something has been growing already. It's also just another reverent, encouraging touch. He likes the softness of it, he traces his thumb over her belly button. She'd look very nice with a bump, he thinks. Like a goddess of nature and fertility that picked him to sire children for her.
His palm shifts up, palming her breast and rolling her shirt up to reveal them.]
You'd look good pregnant. Be hard to stop at one. [He murmurs, leaning down to take her nipple in his mouth and suck it.]
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Her breaths come heavy but shaky, past a hard swallow. She makes room for him to step in between her legs now that he has mostly peeled her skirt up so it settles around her hips and thighs.
Her stomach ripples under his fingertips. She follows the path of his hand, afraid to hope life has decided to spark inside there, but imagining the same thing. A bump and his large hand to cover it. She would like being pregnant, she thinks. She would savor the experience if it ever were to happen to her.
Her short nails bite into unpolished wood when his palm rounds her breast, tipping herself into his eager mouth. She cradles the back of his head with one hand as he suckles; the other reaches to brush over the bulge of his erection. Her eyes are almost black, all pupil. ]
I want to give Daddy a baby. However many babies Daddy wants to pump inside me.
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He hums against her breast, amused by her. It turns from sounds of amusement to longing when she shifts her hand. He feels goaded, in a good way. Now that there's real intent behind it, it feels almost ritualistic the way they warm one another up. He swirls his tongue and grazes his teeth over her nipple, sucking like he expects to pull something from her.
Unrelenting with his mouth, his hand moves back to her belly. It rests possessively against the curve of it, hips bucking eagerly against her hand.
When he removes it, it's so he can shove his pants down. He draws her closer, no fumbling in his hands as he positions her legs and shifts between them. Without letting his mouth leave her breast, he hilts his cock inside of her and starts to fuck her.]
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There's no preamble this time. She's knocked breathless by how he slots right up into her, filling her to the very core, kissing her cervix. Some discomfort there, but she aches so much it's forgotten with the first withdraw and buck of his hips forward.
Her fingers travel down his skull, ending up at the nape of his neck; she grips there and the table edge while he fucks into her, her hitched breaths and the rustling of their bodies filling the silence of the greenhouse. He's seeded life here before, the evidence is everywhere, at her back and all around them; she can't help but feel it's appropriate.
Her grasp on him tightens at the thought, hips arcing up to greet his sharp thrusts as she leans back, and moans high. ] Oh, fuck.
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Nobody else can protect her like him. Keep her happy and satisfied like him. And he's going to her pregnant. He's going to. The way they're attracted to one another is so innate, it can only be because they complete one another.
Certainly feels like it whenever he's this deep inside her. She holds him and clenches around him like he's a missing piece and he slots himself in. Desperate to fill her. Seems more than appropriate here, in what might as well be a shrine he's cultivated just for her.
He flicks his gaze up to her, eyes burning intensely. A little hopeless, because he knows she has such a hold on him, but determined. And deeply, madly in love with her. Unable to release her breast from his lips, fixating on it while he pumps his hips into her.]
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His hips are a constant push and pull, pistoning into her cunt, and his eyes are focused entirely on her. She can't take her eyes off him either, his mouth wet around her nipple, stiff and puckered. Is he going to drink from her when she lactates? Her walls pulse.
Before she can warn, her back melts down to lay across the table, auburn hair fanning around her and her eyes shut against the onslaught of pleasure. As always, his cock produces the most vulgar of sounds thrusting into her wetness. She's close, the sloppy noises are getting louder and so are her groans. ]
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Aware that she's closing in on an orgasm, his hips angle into her to hit parts of her he knows are sensitive. He's quickly acclimated himself to her sweet spots through persistent and thorough investigation with his mouth, fingers and cock.
Finally his lips leave her breasts, his palms running up her front and squeezing her breasts. Pinching her nipples with each hand, tweaking them a little roughly. He's learned that she likes this too, which he couldn't be happier about.
His hands travel up, grasping and cupping her face and drawing her into a deep, desperate kiss. His hips keep rocking into her, granting no reprieve from their mission here.]
I'm gonna give you everything. [Starting with his cum, but they both know it runs deeper than that.]
Gonna show you what you're made for. What you're good for. [His thrusts punctuate his words, a strange mix of threatening and encouraging.]
Gonna show me how good you are for it, too. Perfect for it. My girl.
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His voice alone has drawn moisture out of her, but add the fingers on her nipples, his cock driving into her with a new purpose, now that they have talked it out and finalized it, clear-headed and without reservation.
It's dizzying. It's too much.
It's liable to drive her insane.
Their foreheads press against each other. His eyes bear down on her, communicating as much with them as with words. Actions speak as much, if not more; she needs it as much as she needs the things he says to her. Because she does need them -- she's never felt a sense of easy belonging until she sat in his truck and let him take her over.
Francesca can't look anywhere else if she wanted to; she wouldn't if she could. He's mesmerized her. Stamped himself across her heart and every part of her. My girl. ]
Yours. All yours. [ Stumbling agreement, freely given. Her arms latch around his neck, drawing her face into his shoulder. A new sensation, a sense of pressure turning to alarming urgency -- panicking, she scrabbles too late at his arms as it registers.
All the air goes out of the room. She wails, her cunt spasming before releasing a torrent, forcing him out of her. ]
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When he feels the flood of warmth between them, it immediately becomes apparent what she's experiencing. He can practically taste her euphoria, as if through osmosis. His arms wind tightly around her, hips grinding frantically of their own accord-- but she's so wet and her pussy is still contracting. Before he can adjust himself, his hips rock forward and his cock slides between her folds, spilling himself over her wet skin.
His groan is almost plaintive, followed by a frustrated sound, but he doesn't want to belabour it. There'll be many more opportunities-- and this was a first. He hums, hand grasping the back of her head to support it as he crushes his lips against her temple.]
You're incredible.
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She gathers he missed his mark, but it feels inconsequential in the moment. Overwhelmed, tears prick her eyes, spilling down her flushed cheeks. Not sad tears -- she's so terribly happy -- she's just taking it all in and her body can't contain the events of the past half hour.
She looks, in a word, wrecked.
Her head tilts up, a desperate maneuver for his mouth to claim and calm. ]
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He pulls back, pressing a chaste but affectionate kiss to her lips and pressing their forehead together.]
Got plenty more practice time. [He offers, mostly for himself. He yanks his trousers back up without fastening them. His hands shift around, scooping her up bridal style so they can walk back inside. Once they're in the bathroom, he sets her on the countertop so he can set about filling a bath for them.]
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From her perch, her eyes attentively track his path across the tiled floor, watching the turn of the faucet nozzles and the water gushing into the tub. He's mostly turned from her, her eyes memorizing his profile, silhouetted by the sun pouring through the window.
Softly: ]
Marry me.
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He almost doesn't hear her over the din of the pouring water. It takes a moment to process it before he snaps his head toward her. He looks surprised, not angry. Bewildered for a moment before he can't smother the lopsided smile twitching at his lips.]
I'm the one on my knees. Shouldn't I be the one asking? [He points out, canting his head to the side and studying her curiously.]
Do you mean it? [He reads her well, so he knows she does. He reaches out for her leg, bringing it toward him and slowly dragging the zip down her boot. The touch is careful and reverent, even if his eyes are fixed intently on her.]
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The tilt of head is mirrored, her face all warmth and resolve. Lets him remove one boot, then the other, without saying a word. She doesn't have to. She doesn't feel nervous at all, strangely, for somebody that can feel such stage fright. ]
Yes. I do.
[ Down to her socks, she pushes herself off the vanity counter and moves to sit beside him, sitting back on her haunches. Her hands wrap around his, meeting his reverence with her own. His knuckles are pulled to her lips, a soft kiss pressed against them. ]
I don't want to wait to start the rest of our lives.
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In contrast, he is absolutely terrified. He's fucked it up once-- and it was different, he knows it was. And they've talked about his age, they've talked about kids and things just seem so simple. So simple it's suspicious, almost. So easily ruined, he's sure.
But she brushes her lips to his knuckles and his heart flutters, mind whirring back into a functional state. He finally breathes.]
Alright. [Soft, but sure. He takes her other hand, so he can brush his lips over her knuckles.]
Let's get married, Bambi.
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[ Her voice is also soft, colored by wonder and a joy she is unsure she's ever felt before this moment. Overwhelmed by love for him, she lets go of his hands to grab his face, leaning over to kiss him with passion. It's an unyielding kiss. She crawls into his lap, dimly aware the wetness she feels on his pants is from her own climax.
When she breaks it, her eyes are starry, her nose scrunching. ]
Bambi?
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He takes her face gently, humming into the kiss. His eyes fall shut as he pictures her in a wedding dress.
Smiling already when she pulls back, he has a sly look on his face in response to the question.]
Yeah. Like the deer with the big eyes. Looks like you.
[He brushes his fingers over her cheek, putting an arm on her back to support her as he leans up to stop the tap. Before he pulls them up to get in the bath, he loiters and watches her.]
How'd I get this lucky?
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So I'm a deer now? Does that make you the hunter?
[ She sways in his lap, watching him with the same absorption he is showing. She never tires of looking at him, touching him. She's positive this is only the beginning of a life-long addiction.
Playful: ]
Mm. Charity, probably.
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[He asks it idly, distracted by slipping her top up her body and smoothing his hands over her front. He presses tender kisses to her neck, chuckling against her skin.]
You think? Because the wet spot on my pants is telling me it might be mutually beneficial.
[He brushes his lips up her neck and strips her top off, leaning back.]
Get in the bath before it gets cold, little miss.
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He shifts when she gets up for a glass of water and a wee. Laying down again is futile; she doesn't sleep. Lying next to his body only serves to deepen the vicious ache in her cunt. Her thighs rub together.
Daddy had forbidden her from bringing herself to climax without permission. But ... he didn't forbid her from using him as a means to that end.
She tests how deeply he's asleep by snuggling into his side, a leg across his hip, then rubbing her wetness onto his skin. When he doesn't stir, she becomes both wicked and desperate -- reaching a hand down to his cock, her fingers slipping along the ridges, coaxing him to firmness. He has fucked her awake multiple times. She can be forgiven this. Right? ]
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As such, he doesn't stir when she snuggles in and rubs against him. It just adds a pleasant layer to his dream. What does stir is his cock, firming eagerly in her hand. Trained to her touch. He exhales, brows furrowing and cock twitching in her hand, but he's still asleep.
By the time he wakes, there's a much more complicated scene to process. He feels the weight of her on his chest, her lips and hands on his cock. The pleasure he feels is dreamlike, but the sensations are very real. Without giving her any indication that he's woken up, he shifts slowly under her and catches her thighs. His thumbs spread her further apart for him and he leans in, running his tongue up her soft, wet folds.]
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His pleasure makes hers less important, secondary. And she knows how to please him; he's been a fine teacher in more ways than one. A mentor, if you will.
When he makes his consciousness known, she makes a soft noise of alarm around him. Jerking forward, just slightly, her thighs held by his large hands and not giving. She's so wet, that now that he's exposed the cleft of her cunt, it drools onto his chest.
Francesca whimpers, pressing her hips back, craving more. Dropping his cock, she manages to look over her shoulder. All hunger, in the shaft of moonlight that cuts across her face. ]
Woke up like this ... couldn't wait ...
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He doesn't have anything coherent to say, just a deeply pleased groan that reverberates over her skin. He laps his tongue deep into her, using his hands to encourage her hips to grind. When he eats her, it's like he's savouring and enjoying something delicious. He sucks at her flesh, adding to the mess thanks to the fact that he's drooling past his tongue.
He studies her as she looks over at him, committing the moment to memory. He makes an aching sound, enjoying her face but wanting her lips on his cock again.]
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Francesca goes back to her work. Tongue flat, she licks a stripe up his cock, eating up the line of precum that pearls and spills. Hungrily, sighing her appreciation. Her lips pop the head back into her mouth, sinking down his length. Careful not to use too much teeth.
Her body shakes and grinds from pleasure, moaning around his cock while he eats her out. It's hard to focus on sucking him off when he's lapping inside her cunt, hips rocking back against his face. ]
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He hasn't experimented much with this area. He's still showing her so many other things-- but he's very impressed with her moxy and her talented mouth.
His groans are appreciative, muffled by her cunt. His tongue drags further and further back until it swirls the rim of her asshole. He flicks the tip of it over her hole, increasing the pressure gradually. His thumbs shift deeper, spreading her further apart as he notches himself closer in. Satisfied with this, he drops a hand so he can start to pump two fingers in her pussy.]
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