Chapter 2
Cliff could see my obvious arousal. And he was reassuring, “Nothing has to happen, sweetie. It’s just against my nature to let a woman be frustrated in my presence.”
“Good.” I said, stiffly. I didn’t meet his eye and really, really didn’t want to. Waking up the next morning with regrets with Cliff wouldn’t be something I could ever recover from like all the others. And at the same time, didn’t he understand that my burning lust was nothing compared to my desire to be his and only his?
Didn’t he understand how in love I was? It had always hurt that I hadn’t been alive to him. Ever. And how could he be? I was just a child really, barely nineteen. My heart did not seem to care either way. I did not remember allowing it, happening so far outside of my control.
There was a knock on the door, and I leaped for the door. The escape was perfect.
For half a second, I thought the pizza boy knew I was aroused. The way he looked at me was admiration and lust. I concluded one thing--- my old shirt without a bra was hardly as modest as I had imagined. The kid got a long look at the girls before he asked for money. Suddenly, Cliff was there in a bathrobe smoothly passing the money telling him to keep the change.
The door felt deafening when it closed. We ate in even tenser silence. I wondered what was on his mind. I decided this must be one sided and he would only be doing me a favor in his mind. When I went to brush my teeth, he came in too in nothing except his boxer briefs. I felt very small indeed next to him. Thanks to years of being around wasps, I pretended I was an inch from jumping him as I hung up my toothbrush.
Then, he touched the small of my back and let go. I burned with lust afresh all over again. I turned off the lights and crawled into bed.
Although only a few minutes later, an eternity in my overactive imagination, he crawled into bed. The bed was so small and creaky. There was no way not to touch or cuddle. I sat up to go over to the chair and a restraining arm pulled me into his chest.
There was nothing semi about his erection now. The wise man stopped trying to communicate with words. There was something magical about the darkness. My self-consciousness was gone. I found myself moaning at his slightest touch. With glee, I laid back allowing him to rip off my clothes. I never felt more alive. I went to give him head, and he stopped him and said no when I tried again.
I was very confused when he pushed back into the pillows. The next thing I knew I was being crushed down by his massive weight and it felt good. A strange growl gurgled in my attempt suppress of cries of desire. Then his mouth was hard against mine. The true height and frenzy of our passion exploded.
I couldn’t get enough of him, and I swear he was the same as he held me. I expected to be penetrated at any moment but instead I realized I what he wanted I was frozen with shock. His rough scratchy face between my legs. His hot tongue teasing my outside before he truly found my clit. I gasped out loud, and I didn’t stop moaning.
Hot burning explosions erupted deep and where he licked, sucked, and bite. My face flushed. My heart hammered rapidly in my chest. Then I lost all control as he feasted on me before his huge manly fingers penetrated me deep. All my careful control was gone, for once I didn’t care. My body had a mind of its own as I flailed in intense orgasm. I wished in a way I could have enlisted some control the more he wrestled me down for more the better it was. Being wrestled to stay still so he could take me further only made me hotter.
I marveled as I saw cloud seven or even nine. There was a point of no return from where I had been with myself in the orgasm department. (No other man had gotten me anywhere as close as I could give myself going solo). Just when I thought I was done he changed his artistry, fingering me softly, his hot breath so close. I reached for him he pinned me down again.
“I’m in control.” Daddy growled, so unlike the Cliff I knew in the light. “Oh, fuck it.” He sighed. For half a second, I thought he would let me have my way. But I was very wrong about that. He pulled my legs apart, fingered my opening just to know where I was in the dark. Without out warning, daddy finally took me.
I marveled again; how different this was. If my eyes had found him massive before it was nothing compared how my pussy protested each thrust. I aware then that I had not truly made love in the slightest.
And when I had, they had been brief encounters. Several times he pulled out and in by the fourth go, somehow, I greedily wanted more than him. Even in the darkness I found his warm brown eyes. He found my mouth again. I was puddy in his hands.
I didn’t realize how I could orgasm under the right touch. Yet he made love long and slow, I realized as he whispered, “oh God, baby,” tittering on his own orgasm how much he loved me. The growl of lion as our foreheads touched just as he reached profound ecstasy. I expected him to roll off quickly like they always did. But I was wrong. Daddy held me for a long time. I was precious and this moment had been long overdue. He studied my face and my reaction searching for something. I was naturally suspicious, how long had this been mutual?
