When
she’s gliding all eight inches into my most private of places, I forget they think we shouldn’t be doing this.
I need her this way, laying between my thighs and thrusting in.
I wrap
my fingers in her short dark hair, tightening my grip in ecstasy as we kiss. I forget they hate us, because her love for me
feels strongest when we’re kissing so deep.
My thighs
tighten around her hips, my ankles locking together behind her calves as I swallow her low, husky grunts.
A swirl
of her hips makes me forget the look of disgust in my father’s face when I told him we were in love. I may no longer
be Daddy’s little girl, but I’m certainly my partner’s woman.
The
fire exploding in my lower belly causes me to lose sense of everything except the wonderful woman holding me tightly as I
fall from the edge into that beautiful oblivion.
In the
back of my mind, I can sense her body tremor with spasms from her own release and I tighten my arms around her and call out
her name.
My body
relaxes back into our mattress, and I open my eyes at a gentle touch of her hand on my jaw as she wipes the tears I hadn’t
noticed from my cheeks.
I stare
into her crystal blue eyes, full of love and devotion to me. Why do they think this is wrong? Why can’t they understand
what I’ve known from the first moment when I found her on that deserted road?
Her
lips touch mine in a loving kiss for just a few all too brief seconds, then she pulls back and signs that she loves me. How
I would love to hear that from this gentle soul just once, but she can’t speak. Her own family didn’t react well
to her declaration of her sexuality; which is putting it mildly. Her father tried to choke her to death. Instead, he severely
damaged her vocal chords.
“I
love you, too.” I whisper, and then I smile sadly. “How is it you always seem to know what I need?”
All
I receive in answer is that mysterious grin she always gives when I ask that, but I’m distracted by the devious twinkle
in her eyes before I can continue the loving banter. I soon am given a physical reminder of what that look in her eyes means,
when I feel her hips grinding into mine causing the tip of the dildo to brush firmly against my still pulsating walls. The
resulting sparks force all thoughts of mystery from my mind, and our love takes my mind, heart, body, and soul over yet again.
The End