[ The second addition brings her head to a bend, her long hair falling over one shoulder, revealing the back of her neck. Her cunt spasms wildly when he mentions bending her over.
That gets a moan out of her, a small half-choked thing, her lip sucking into her mouth. It feels good, feels magical to have his fingers inside her again.
He's told her to advocate for what she wants, and she thinks -- she's pretty sure -- he'll indulge her now. Her fingers curl and uncurl in the bedding. ]
[Nate smiles to himself as he feels her relax even more. She's closer than she's been before and she wants more, that's good.
His hand leaves her breast, spreading his fingers over the back of her neck and gripping firmly. He complies happily with the request, adding another finger and pressing them all deep inside her. He drags them in and out slowly.]
[ Her breath hitches out, her teeth baring with sheer pleasure.
The question is simple, takes no contemplation on her part, and she doesn't feel like denying him the satisfaction of hearing it right now. Not that she regularly does -- but especially when she hasn't wanted him to touch her in weeks.
But ... she tenses for a moment; she hasn't had the desire to use this name, has been unable to ask him whether he wants to hear it.
A long stretch of silence is broken. ] Daddy's. [ Her voice is wobbly, her eyes suddenly damp. Her orgasm is rising, albeit slowly. ] This pussy is Daddy's.
[In this moment, Nate feels no conflict about the name. He was her daddy before, he'll be her daddy as long as she allows it.
What he does feel is incredibly fucking horny. He's not close to finishing, but he knows he'll feel truly satisfied if he can get her to come.]
Come, bambi. [Soft, but authoritative. He hopes her obedience overrules any fear or doubt.]
Come for daddy.
[It hits the mark, apparently. He feels the familiar tremble and sudden clench around his fingers. He groans low in his throat, curling against her walls and rubbing her.]
Her knees tremble and the small of her back arches as she teeters, her brain initially fearful before even it cannot overcome her body's need: she crests, throbbing around his fingers, rutting against his wrist. She doesn't make much noise in spite of it: biting down on her bottom lip, blood drawn.
It's a drawn out climax, her body shuddering, her hips slowly stopping their roll.
Finished, Francesca is quiet, but she's trembling still. Her shoulders begin to shake with tears. ]
[Her quietness is noted, but he's lost in how excited he is to feel her unwinding around him. Even if the absence of sound is strange, the movements of her body are familiar.
He almost doesn't notice her cry, since it's normal for her to shake a little. Once he realises, he can't help panicking. His fingers slide out and he winds his arms around her middle, leaning over her.]
Oh-- you alright, bambi? [He sounds genuinely concerned despite himself, slipping out of character as he presses his lips to her temple.]
[ There are few people Francesca will allow herself to willingly cry around. He's never shamed her for it, he never would, but she's spent the last week trying to compartmentalize the trauma, loathe to put that further burden on him. She'd wept and felt sorry for herself enough.
Her release has undone her completely. Diminished that last stronghold. Her tears slip into sobs, and she turns, arms winding around his neck so he can gather her to him. ]
[His arms loosen enough so that she can turn, then tighten again around her. He nuzzles his head against hers, pressing his lips firmly against the side of her head.
He's worried, of course, but he's optimistic that there's important catharsis in this moment. Something she needs.]
I'm here. [Simple, he knows there's been distance between them but he's never for a second worried that it would last forever. He rubs slow circles on her back, drawing her into his lap so they're a tangle of limbs again.]
[ She whimpers, her tears a noisy torrent. It recedes quickly. Emotionally exhausted and thereby calmer, her face still pressed into his shoulder.
She feels safe here. She always has.
After a while, her hands rub along his back, up and down. Her forehead lightly bumps his chin when she resurfaces. She imagines she doesn't look very seductive, her eyes bloodshot and her nose wet, but she brushes her mouth against his, then presses into it. Reinitiating.
[Perhaps not traditionally seductive, but when he looks at her, he just sees his beautiful wife and feels lucky. He hums gratefully into the kiss, smoothing his hand over her hair.
He can feel her re-initiating and hopes it means she's just experiencing the catharsis of release.
He guides her down to lie on her back, kissing her again once she's lying flat. His fingers find her pussy again, spreading her open for him.]
I missed you too. [He murmurs it against her lips. He guides the head of his cock into her hole and relishes the feeling of being almost inside her. A low groan escapes him as he presses his hips against her, cock pushing inside her at a slow pace. He feels like he's been bereft of this for centuries rather than weeks, whole body aching from how badly he wants to be inside of her.]
[ She's still wet with her climax when he pulls the lips of her sex apart, her cunt fluttering for him.
Her hips lift, arching into the push of his body into hers, the slow slide of his cock. Simultaneously, tension flares in the back of her mind, nerves white behind her eyes, but she pointedly chooses to ignore it by throwing herself into the kiss. He hasn't been inside her for weeks; she needs to readjust to him. That's it. That's all. ]
[So far, Nate feels he's done a good job of reading her. It gets significantly more challenging once he's inside her. He's focusing on being slow but purposeful, his cock is aching to move faster and feel friction.
She's certainly tight around him, not to an extent that he feels discomfort and probably just because it's been a while. He's certain his memories of her pussy involve times when she's already been fucked or when he's teased her into a near frenzied state. It's just different.
His hand scoops around her to rest on her lower back, the other hooks her thigh over his hip. He groans once more into the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers as he starts to rock his hips into her.]
[ Her hips widen and give him more space to move -- and she thinks this will work, feels a degree of warmth. It ends in the next second.
Any other time, that throaty groan would be a turn on, had always been. But all she can think of now is the fear of him pouring himself into her, and then of everything else. Her body locks around him, a cry forced free of her mouth into his with the next inward press. It is distinctly not of pleasure. ]
[There's a brief moment in which the clench around his cock is pleasant-- it fades. It's far too tight for enjoyment but it's the sound that completely removes sex from his mind.
He doesn't pull out, but he stops. His hand leaves her thigh and he pulls back from her lips, brushing his fingers over his cheek.]
What's wrong? [He's been doing his best not to fuss, the sound just makes fussing instinctual.]
[ She had stopped cramping and bleeding after the first two weeks, so it can't be explained by that. That isn't it. She whimpers beneath him; the width of him is too much even when he's ceased all movement.
Words force themselves out. ]
I can't do this.
[ She sounds like she's on the verge of tears again. Because she is. Partly based in physical discomfort, mostly panic and humiliation. She worms her way out from under him, her insides stinging after he leaves her. ]
Okay. [It's distant-- but not in a cold way. He's coming down from his arousal and it's disorienting.
He does his best to accommodate her as she wiggles her off. He doesn't hesitate to scoop her into his lap, pressing a firm kiss to the top of her head. He presses his cheek against her, rubbing her arms.]
Got ahead of ourselves. [Softly, taking his share of the responsibility.]
[ The anxiety and embarrassment folds into a simmering anger, aimed at only herself -- at her body, the situation they've found themselves in. Not him. It's in no way his fault.
She's even more angry to make note of his flagging erection, and internalizes it as another failure.
Silent, she stews in his arms, fingers clenchiong and unclenching as they do when she's in some fit of turmoil or nerves. He can probably feel the frustration radiating off of her. There's an edge to her voice, but he should know it's not toward him. ]
I want to have sex with my husband again. And somehow now I can't.
[There's a brief moment in which Nate feels contrite like any husband would when his beautiful wife is upset. He quickly realises the anger is not directed at him. She's rarely angry, but he knows her tells when she's upset at him.
He also knows that simply telling her it's alright is not a satisfactory response. Even if it is alright and if he does have the foresight to know this is a temporary roadblock.
His hand crawls between her fingers so she's gripping his hand instead of hurting herself clenching.]
It'll come, Bambi. We'll work on it together. [He's having thoughts already about how to manage it, but he needs to know more.]
Do you remember why you froze up? Were you thinking about something?
[ Fran's fingers do grip around his, using him as an outlet, running up and down his fingers. She fidgets when he asks, but it's an important and inevitable question, with an answer she cannot -- should not -- resist confiding in him with.
She was thinking of many things, her thoughts looping in panic, but one had started it.
Her throat moves with a swallow, chin falling an increment. She focuses on the metal around his ring finger, the solidity of it reassuring. It centers her. ]
I was thinking I don't want to get pregnant again. Not now. It's too soon.
[Nate's jaw tenses when she explains her reasoning, because he hates that he made her say it. It should have been obvious and he should have spoken about protection.
He knows her too well to try apologising, so he presses his lips to her forehead and runs his thumb over her cheekbone.]
Lot of ways around it. We're creative. [It's gentle teasing, because he'd very much like this session to end on a win and not something that feels like defeat.]
I'll wear a rubber. [He shifts, guiding her back down onto the mattress.]
Or we can try another way-- oral, hands.. [It feels a little selfish to ask for something he's been wanting for a while, but he turns her so she's on her stomach and shifts so he can lie over the top of her. He leans down to murmur in her ear.]
[ The tension isn't pacified, but it is starting to ebb away, especially as he treats her with less fragility and more practicality. Makes her feel less of a shameful freak in her own body.
Could fuck your little ass.
There's a gasp from his wife.
That presents a very ... intriguing scenario. Her body certainly is convinced by it. Heat rises to her cheeks, aroused versus mortified at the idea. There is not a lot that turns her off, unsurprisingly.
She shivers with revived interest, finds herself envisioning what it'd feel like with him inside her like that. He hasn't really touched her there. Rimming doesn't count. ]
[Pride swells in Nate's chest when she reacts positively to the suggestion. He feels like he's fulfilling his role as her protector very well in this moment, it excites him to hear her gasp.
Still hungry for her, he nuzzles against the side of her head and nips at her ear.]
Right now.
[He confirms, asserting his control again. Hardening already, he rocks his hips so his erection rubs against the curve of her ass.]
Tell me how bad you want daddy's cock up your ass, princess.
[Mostly because he needs a little help getting his own mind back into a horny space and because he thinks she'll relax when she's back in her subspace.
Meanwhile, his hands are creeping to take the lube. He sits back spreading her cheeks with his fingers and pumping lube over her hole so much that it drips down her. He kneads her ass cheek with a firm hand, playing with the way it bounces whenever he releases it.]
[ More shivers skate down her spine. She wants him to cover her with love bites, suck hickeys into her skin, so everybody knows she's been fucked well and good. It's his job to fuck her, and it's hers to be a good girl and take it.
The reason why it feels so wrong that she can't right now. But maybe ...
Her heart soars with hope, her cunt dampening. She lays with her cheek against the bed, her backside squirming and jumping as the lube pours onto her hole, running down to her exposed pussy and clit. Spring has yet to be ushered in; the bottle's contents are cool.
She speaks breathily, clearly turned on. ]
Want it so, so bad. I need you to -- to be in my ass. [ Her ass is in the air, knees digging into the bed and shifting so he can appreciate how wet she's becoming. ] Please, daddy.
Good answer. [He praises her like he's a teacher again. He rubs his finger over her hole to warm her, but the sight of her wet pussy is making his mouth water for her.
He considers it a moment, then starts to guide her onto her side without asking. Daddy wants, daddy gets is their usual ethos. He lifts her thigh so he can position his face between her legs, starting to lap hungrily at her cunt. His arm wraps around her, tracing his fingertip around the rim of her ass.
As he starts to suck on her clit, his finger presses into the tight ring of muscles. Damp from lube, it slides past the resistance and into her. He pulls it back and forth with slow, dragging movements and murmurs against her pussy.]
[ It feels strange, at first. Something foreign inside her. But his mouth on her clit is a fine distraction, and soon it's not intrusive but nice enough.
Soon, her hips buck of their own volition, a whimper pressing its way out of her lips. A good whimper, very different from the one of earlier. She's laying on her side, her face on her arm. Her hand reaches to curl into his hair, gripping at the back of his head. Pressing him firmly into her pubic bone. That's probably answer enough for him. ]
Nice -- good. [ She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. ] Try another?
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That gets a moan out of her, a small half-choked thing, her lip sucking into her mouth. It feels good, feels magical to have his fingers inside her again.
He's told her to advocate for what she wants, and she thinks -- she's pretty sure -- he'll indulge her now. Her fingers curl and uncurl in the bedding. ]
Another, please.
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His hand leaves her breast, spreading his fingers over the back of her neck and gripping firmly. He complies happily with the request, adding another finger and pressing them all deep inside her. He drags them in and out slowly.]
Whose pussy is this?
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The question is simple, takes no contemplation on her part, and she doesn't feel like denying him the satisfaction of hearing it right now. Not that she regularly does -- but especially when she hasn't wanted him to touch her in weeks.
But ... she tenses for a moment; she hasn't had the desire to use this name, has been unable to ask him whether he wants to hear it.
A long stretch of silence is broken. ] Daddy's. [ Her voice is wobbly, her eyes suddenly damp. Her orgasm is rising, albeit slowly. ] This pussy is Daddy's.
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What he does feel is incredibly fucking horny. He's not close to finishing, but he knows he'll feel truly satisfied if he can get her to come.]
Come, bambi. [Soft, but authoritative. He hopes her obedience overrules any fear or doubt.]
Come for daddy.
[It hits the mark, apparently. He feels the familiar tremble and sudden clench around his fingers. He groans low in his throat, curling against her walls and rubbing her.]
That's a good girl. Good girl.
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Her knees tremble and the small of her back arches as she teeters, her brain initially fearful before even it cannot overcome her body's need: she crests, throbbing around his fingers, rutting against his wrist. She doesn't make much noise in spite of it: biting down on her bottom lip, blood drawn.
It's a drawn out climax, her body shuddering, her hips slowly stopping their roll.
Finished, Francesca is quiet, but she's trembling still. Her shoulders begin to shake with tears. ]
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He almost doesn't notice her cry, since it's normal for her to shake a little. Once he realises, he can't help panicking. His fingers slide out and he winds his arms around her middle, leaning over her.]
Oh-- you alright, bambi? [He sounds genuinely concerned despite himself, slipping out of character as he presses his lips to her temple.]
Hey, hey. I've got you.
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Her release has undone her completely. Diminished that last stronghold. Her tears slip into sobs, and she turns, arms winding around his neck so he can gather her to him. ]
I miss you.
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He's worried, of course, but he's optimistic that there's important catharsis in this moment. Something she needs.]
I'm here. [Simple, he knows there's been distance between them but he's never for a second worried that it would last forever. He rubs slow circles on her back, drawing her into his lap so they're a tangle of limbs again.]
Good girl. Get it out.
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She feels safe here. She always has.
After a while, her hands rub along his back, up and down. Her forehead lightly bumps his chin when she resurfaces. She imagines she doesn't look very seductive, her eyes bloodshot and her nose wet, but she brushes her mouth against his, then presses into it. Reinitiating.
She wants him to fuck her. ]
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He can feel her re-initiating and hopes it means she's just experiencing the catharsis of release.
He guides her down to lie on her back, kissing her again once she's lying flat. His fingers find her pussy again, spreading her open for him.]
I missed you too. [He murmurs it against her lips. He guides the head of his cock into her hole and relishes the feeling of being almost inside her. A low groan escapes him as he presses his hips against her, cock pushing inside her at a slow pace. He feels like he's been bereft of this for centuries rather than weeks, whole body aching from how badly he wants to be inside of her.]
God-- bambi.
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Her hips lift, arching into the push of his body into hers, the slow slide of his cock. Simultaneously, tension flares in the back of her mind, nerves white behind her eyes, but she pointedly chooses to ignore it by throwing herself into the kiss. He hasn't been inside her for weeks; she needs to readjust to him. That's it. That's all. ]
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She's certainly tight around him, not to an extent that he feels discomfort and probably just because it's been a while. He's certain his memories of her pussy involve times when she's already been fucked or when he's teased her into a near frenzied state. It's just different.
His hand scoops around her to rest on her lower back, the other hooks her thigh over his hip. He groans once more into the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers as he starts to rock his hips into her.]
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Any other time, that throaty groan would be a turn on, had always been. But all she can think of now is the fear of him pouring himself into her, and then of everything else. Her body locks around him, a cry forced free of her mouth into his with the next inward press. It is distinctly not of pleasure. ]
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He doesn't pull out, but he stops. His hand leaves her thigh and he pulls back from her lips, brushing his fingers over his cheek.]
What's wrong? [He's been doing his best not to fuss, the sound just makes fussing instinctual.]
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Words force themselves out. ]
I can't do this.
[ She sounds like she's on the verge of tears again. Because she is. Partly based in physical discomfort, mostly panic and humiliation. She worms her way out from under him, her insides stinging after he leaves her. ]
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He does his best to accommodate her as she wiggles her off. He doesn't hesitate to scoop her into his lap, pressing a firm kiss to the top of her head. He presses his cheek against her, rubbing her arms.]
Got ahead of ourselves. [Softly, taking his share of the responsibility.]
Do you want to stop? Have a bath?
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She's even more angry to make note of his flagging erection, and internalizes it as another failure.
Silent, she stews in his arms, fingers clenchiong and unclenching as they do when she's in some fit of turmoil or nerves. He can probably feel the frustration radiating off of her. There's an edge to her voice, but he should know it's not toward him. ]
I want to have sex with my husband again. And somehow now I can't.
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He also knows that simply telling her it's alright is not a satisfactory response. Even if it is alright and if he does have the foresight to know this is a temporary roadblock.
His hand crawls between her fingers so she's gripping his hand instead of hurting herself clenching.]
It'll come, Bambi. We'll work on it together. [He's having thoughts already about how to manage it, but he needs to know more.]
Do you remember why you froze up? Were you thinking about something?
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She was thinking of many things, her thoughts looping in panic, but one had started it.
Her throat moves with a swallow, chin falling an increment. She focuses on the metal around his ring finger, the solidity of it reassuring. It centers her. ]
I was thinking I don't want to get pregnant again. Not now. It's too soon.
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He knows her too well to try apologising, so he presses his lips to her forehead and runs his thumb over her cheekbone.]
Lot of ways around it. We're creative. [It's gentle teasing, because he'd very much like this session to end on a win and not something that feels like defeat.]
I'll wear a rubber. [He shifts, guiding her back down onto the mattress.]
Or we can try another way-- oral, hands.. [It feels a little selfish to ask for something he's been wanting for a while, but he turns her so she's on her stomach and shifts so he can lie over the top of her. He leans down to murmur in her ear.]
Could fuck your little ass. Think you'd like it.
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Could fuck your little ass.
There's a gasp from his wife.
That presents a very ... intriguing scenario. Her body certainly is convinced by it. Heat rises to her cheeks, aroused versus mortified at the idea. There is not a lot that turns her off, unsurprisingly.
She shivers with revived interest, finds herself envisioning what it'd feel like with him inside her like that. He hasn't really touched her there. Rimming doesn't count. ]
Oh... I'd like to. To do that. Right now?
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Still hungry for her, he nuzzles against the side of her head and nips at her ear.]
Right now.
[He confirms, asserting his control again. Hardening already, he rocks his hips so his erection rubs against the curve of her ass.]
Tell me how bad you want daddy's cock up your ass, princess.
[Mostly because he needs a little help getting his own mind back into a horny space and because he thinks she'll relax when she's back in her subspace.
Meanwhile, his hands are creeping to take the lube. He sits back spreading her cheeks with his fingers and pumping lube over her hole so much that it drips down her. He kneads her ass cheek with a firm hand, playing with the way it bounces whenever he releases it.]
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The reason why it feels so wrong that she can't right now. But maybe ...
Her heart soars with hope, her cunt dampening. She lays with her cheek against the bed, her backside squirming and jumping as the lube pours onto her hole, running down to her exposed pussy and clit. Spring has yet to be ushered in; the bottle's contents are cool.
She speaks breathily, clearly turned on. ]
Want it so, so bad. I need you to -- to be in my ass. [ Her ass is in the air, knees digging into the bed and shifting so he can appreciate how wet she's becoming. ] Please, daddy.
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He considers it a moment, then starts to guide her onto her side without asking. Daddy wants, daddy gets is their usual ethos. He lifts her thigh so he can position his face between her legs, starting to lap hungrily at her cunt. His arm wraps around her, tracing his fingertip around the rim of her ass.
As he starts to suck on her clit, his finger presses into the tight ring of muscles. Damp from lube, it slides past the resistance and into her. He pulls it back and forth with slow, dragging movements and murmurs against her pussy.]
Tell me how it feels, Bambi.
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Soon, her hips buck of their own volition, a whimper pressing its way out of her lips. A good whimper, very different from the one of earlier. She's laying on her side, her face on her arm. Her hand reaches to curl into his hair, gripping at the back of his head. Pressing him firmly into her pubic bone. That's probably answer enough for him. ]
Nice -- good. [ She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. ] Try another?
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