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“You know it’s the same for me.”
“And that’s why this feels extra right.”
“Extra? Not a little. Not sorta. But extra?”
“Yes.”
She gives me a smacking kiss on the cheek before she pulls away. I let her, but I miss the feel of her against me already.
“Don’t look so sad, Daddy. I don’t enjoy getting up either, but there’s stuff we have to do. I’ll be sleeping next to you in a few hours.”
I stand too and grumble, but she knows I’m doing it playfully. I haven’t been playful in years. Decades even. She brings this out in me, and it makes the world not so dark, not so heavy.
“By the way, my favorite food is steamed carrots with salt, pepper, and butter,piccolina.”
She stares at me, then laughs.
“Of course they are. Mine are tortilla chips with a hint of lime. Yours is a vegetable. That’s why you look like you do, and I look like I do.”
Her smile drops when she sees my left eye narrow.
“What’s that supposed to mean? How do you look?”
“Not toned like you. Not like—”
I pull her against me, then back her against the closest wall. I rest my hand on her throat. It’s just the weight of it that adds pressure. I’m not squeezing.
“I work out twice a day to stay alive and to protect the people I love. I like how you look just as much as you like how I look. I’ve seen it. If you don’t know that by now, then I’ve done a shit job showing it. You are the most beautiful and enticing woman I’ve ever met. Your body is perfect for you and for me. I will not always look like this. I hope to watch your body change when we have kids. I will still desire you just as much, and I hope the same is true for you.”
I lean forward to whisper in her ear.
“I love how you taste. The way you feel when I slip inside you. The way my palms itch to touch you, then how I hate to let you go. When you’re dressed, I want to strip you naked. When you’re naked, I want to devour you. So don’t you ever doubt that I’m attracted to you just as you are. I can’t decide for you how you feel about your body. But I won’t listen to you suggest it’s anything less than perfect to me. I know what I want. I’m not a little boy trying to pick out a toy I want to play with. I will fuck you right here, right now if you need me to show you how much I want you. You can feel I’m hard. I’ll take you against this wall. On that table. Do you know why?”
“Because I’m yours.”
“That’s right,piccolina. Take me out.”
I push her skirt up, knowing I won’t find any panties. We stopped by her place the other day to pick up more clothes. She tried to pack some, and I tore them apart. I threatened to go through her entire drawer.
She unfastens my belt, then my pants before she unzips them. She demanded I not wear boxer briefs. I warned her everyone would know I have a constant hard on for her. I took them off at her place, and she told me I could put them back on by dinner. Her exact words were, “put those fucking things back on before I tear those women’s eyes out for looking at how big you are.” She pushes the underwear down and frees me. I lift her with ease, my hands gripping her ample ass.
“Oh, God.”
I thrust into her, eliciting her moan. I keep her pinned against the wall as my hand goes back to her throat.
“Breath play,piccolina?”
“Yes.”
I progressively tighten my hold, watching her every second for any sign that it’s too much.
“Snap if you need me to stop.”
She dips her chin. I continue to squeeze as I pound into her. Her eyelids are drooping but they don’t shut. I work harder to make her come. When she grabs my shoulders, fisting my suit coat, I release her and replace my hand with my lips on her mouth. I swallow her scream as I demand she accept my kiss. She wraps her arms tightly around my neck as she returns my ardor. She rides me with an urgency I haven’t felt from her before.
I feel like I’m exploding inside her. I keep coming as I pound into her. She fists my hair and bites my lower lips. Not hard, but it’s possessive as fuck, and I love it. What is wrong with us? Nothing, I suppose. How we feel isn’t detrimental to us. It’s just how we are together.
I rest my forehead on her shoulder as she strokes my hair and back. My hands are once again gripping her ass while we both pant. I carry her to the table and sit down. The office chairs won’t be comfortable for her legs if she straddles me. She cups my other cheek this time.
