As soon as she says 'stop', he does, and that's a great testament, because Richard has never, ever so much as paused when a woman has asked him to stop, save for Delilah. That makes two women in the past four months he's actually done that for--when it rains, it pours, apparently.
How strange; maybe he's mellowing out.
It's not great sacrifice to stop; the sensation is incredible as it is, he would probably lose consciousness if he were all the way inside of her at this point. The way she squeezes around him is so perfect, perfect as everything else about her, and the compliment to the way he makes her feel gets him feeling as tender as it does turn him on.
But then--then, after a few moments of her sweet hips bouncing upon his cock, she slams down, and the sensation slams up into his head so fast that for a second it's as if his retina disconnects. "Oh, fuck, Salome." The back of his head meets the headboard, and his arms tighten around her like a boa constrictor tensing to squeeze the life out of a mouse. He moans, that beautiful face pressed against his neck, and his eyes squeeze closed while he struggles to swim through the sensation and grasp some consciousness, to find the words to comfort the girl who clings to him the way she might have years ago after taking a spill or getting herself scraped up.
One hand rests upon the back of her head, his fingers gathering, tangling in her hair, his body overcome with uneatable pleasure that radiates from his pelvis. "Sh, there, Salome, see, princess, that wasn't so bad. Oh, Christ." He breathes hot against her ear, his hands moving up and down her back, his being consumed in its entirety by her, this moment. The thought comes over him, the sudden realization that he's just taken his daughter's virginity, and a shudder of lascivious joy streaks through his bones. He grins darkly against her ear, humming, crooning, kissing.
"My beautiful little daddy's girl. Jesus, you feel so good." He nuzzles up against the top of her head and rocks her through her trembling, the motion inadvertently, occasionally causing another spike of pleasure to streak through him. "What a good girl you are, and how brave, and how sweet of you to give your daddy such a special gift. I'm a lucky, lucky man, aren't I, having a wonderful daughter like you."
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Date: 2012-07-30 12:36 am (UTC)How strange; maybe he's mellowing out.
It's not great sacrifice to stop; the sensation is incredible as it is, he would probably lose consciousness if he were all the way inside of her at this point. The way she squeezes around him is so perfect, perfect as everything else about her, and the compliment to the way he makes her feel gets him feeling as tender as it does turn him on.
But then--then, after a few moments of her sweet hips bouncing upon his cock, she slams down, and the sensation slams up into his head so fast that for a second it's as if his retina disconnects. "Oh, fuck, Salome." The back of his head meets the headboard, and his arms tighten around her like a boa constrictor tensing to squeeze the life out of a mouse. He moans, that beautiful face pressed against his neck, and his eyes squeeze closed while he struggles to swim through the sensation and grasp some consciousness, to find the words to comfort the girl who clings to him the way she might have years ago after taking a spill or getting herself scraped up.
One hand rests upon the back of her head, his fingers gathering, tangling in her hair, his body overcome with uneatable pleasure that radiates from his pelvis. "Sh, there, Salome, see, princess, that wasn't so bad. Oh, Christ." He breathes hot against her ear, his hands moving up and down her back, his being consumed in its entirety by her, this moment. The thought comes over him, the sudden realization that he's just taken his daughter's virginity, and a shudder of lascivious joy streaks through his bones. He grins darkly against her ear, humming, crooning, kissing.
"My beautiful little daddy's girl. Jesus, you feel so good." He nuzzles up against the top of her head and rocks her through her trembling, the motion inadvertently, occasionally causing another spike of pleasure to streak through him. "What a good girl you are, and how brave, and how sweet of you to give your daddy such a special gift. I'm a lucky, lucky man, aren't I, having a wonderful daughter like you."