That little smile of hers comes close to giving him a coronary and spurs a grin of his own. Adorable, sheer beauty, and oh, yes, he wants very, very badly to be the one in complete and total control, but he's all too aware that the minute he's inside of her he's going to lose his grip on himself and ravage her. And that's no way for a man to treat his little girl, not when it's her first time. Far better to keep her on top, he doesn't want to completely traumatize or cripple her right out of the gate.
Richard grins, never having felt more horrifically lecherous in his life, and he's got a history of some pretty awful shit. It's strange, she's just a beautiful fireball of want and need but there's still this surreal nativity lurking on the surface, like lilies floating upon a crystal pond. It makes her infinitely attractive, especially the way she blushes, that shy, shy little grin that he could just gnaw off her face. He wants to take that lingering innocence apart piece-by-piece, shred it up and devour.
First he laughs gently at her adorable question, but then those fingers wrap around him and seize his lungs--an instant, sharp groan heaves from him, and he lets his tongue flicker out against the velvet one that teases over his lip. And oh, that compliment. His head is already so big, Salome, need you make it bigger?
"That's why I want you in my lap when we play, for now." His voice is a devious purr, a bastardization of every tender note that's ever found its way into his voice. "So that way you can have a little more control, and daddy won't accidentally hurt you. And feel how hard you make me? I want to be careful. You're bound to make daddy lose his mind, and it would be terrible if I pushed you too far, too fast. So we'll just take it easy, a little bit at a time."
His hands find her hips and slither down her thighs, gently arranging her to straddle his lap. Fingertips sliding between those legs and up into that beautiful, infinitely tight little channel, he draws her mouth to his with his free hand to kiss her while he grows better-acquainted with her body. She's so wet, so near to his cock, he'd love nothing more than to slam up into her, but somehow he resists the urge for now and coaxes her forward, his fingers crooking within her while carefully, oh-so-carefully he aligns the head of his cock to the place where his fingers play. They slide free, and both his hands again rest upon her hips while he brushes his nose to hers and stares up into her beautiful eyes, his own dark with ageless, horrible desires for his own flesh and blood.
The mere thought that this is really happening is enough to make him shudder, let alone the contact of the head of his cock to the tight, wet little hole between her thighs. His mouth nuzzles against hers. "Just relax, sweetheart. Take a big breath and let it out nice and slow. Tell me if it hurts, or if you want to go slower; we can."
And gently, but firmly, he draws her down and begins to push just barely inside of her.
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Date: 2012-07-29 11:23 pm (UTC)Richard grins, never having felt more horrifically lecherous in his life, and he's got a history of some pretty awful shit. It's strange, she's just a beautiful fireball of want and need but there's still this surreal nativity lurking on the surface, like lilies floating upon a crystal pond. It makes her infinitely attractive, especially the way she blushes, that shy, shy little grin that he could just gnaw off her face. He wants to take that lingering innocence apart piece-by-piece, shred it up and devour.
First he laughs gently at her adorable question, but then those fingers wrap around him and seize his lungs--an instant, sharp groan heaves from him, and he lets his tongue flicker out against the velvet one that teases over his lip. And oh, that compliment. His head is already so big, Salome, need you make it bigger?
"That's why I want you in my lap when we play, for now." His voice is a devious purr, a bastardization of every tender note that's ever found its way into his voice. "So that way you can have a little more control, and daddy won't accidentally hurt you. And feel how hard you make me? I want to be careful. You're bound to make daddy lose his mind, and it would be terrible if I pushed you too far, too fast. So we'll just take it easy, a little bit at a time."
His hands find her hips and slither down her thighs, gently arranging her to straddle his lap. Fingertips sliding between those legs and up into that beautiful, infinitely tight little channel, he draws her mouth to his with his free hand to kiss her while he grows better-acquainted with her body. She's so wet, so near to his cock, he'd love nothing more than to slam up into her, but somehow he resists the urge for now and coaxes her forward, his fingers crooking within her while carefully, oh-so-carefully he aligns the head of his cock to the place where his fingers play. They slide free, and both his hands again rest upon her hips while he brushes his nose to hers and stares up into her beautiful eyes, his own dark with ageless, horrible desires for his own flesh and blood.
The mere thought that this is really happening is enough to make him shudder, let alone the contact of the head of his cock to the tight, wet little hole between her thighs. His mouth nuzzles against hers. "Just relax, sweetheart. Take a big breath and let it out nice and slow. Tell me if it hurts, or if you want to go slower; we can."
And gently, but firmly, he draws her down and begins to push just barely inside of her.