This is a good opportunity, really. Crazy, once exposed, should be carefully nurtured and directed, like a rosebush. And he has a green thumb for it; it just takes patience, and time. Luckily, he has both of those things, even with Delilah in his life. It's a chance for him to bond, to impart learnings upon her he would be unable to pass down to an actually stable, healthy girl. And that, well--that makes her all the more adorable to him.
When she hits her climax and cries out the way she does, it's like pulling the trigger of a gun--he barely even hears her words, white noise filling in his ears and static exploding behind his eyes while he snarls her name and slams up into her, control gone, his strokes hard while he loses himself to his orgasm. The pleasure streaks up his stomach and into his head, and he struggles to keep his eyes open, to see her, his daughter, his darling little girl whom he marks from the inside. It's like he's hollowed her out and replaced her with more of himself, and he grips her desperately while he lets go, his hand tightening around the back of her shoulder and the other squeezing her thigh. Because, if it wasn't one of those, it would be her throat.
The whole thing is like a nuclear explosion that blows through his skull, leaving him with a spell of tinnitus. His head lolls back against the headboard and he sighs sharply, his eyes falling closed for a moment while he tries, then fails, to find his breath, his words, something. Instead, he pulls her toward his chest and sweeps the hair from her face, planting a tender kiss upon her forehead. His hands slip down beneath her thighs again, lifting her as gently and slowly as he lowered her.
Breathing ragged, Richard traces his thumb down the curve of her nose, the adorable round of her cheeks, her mouth, her chin. The full force of reality still hasn't quite come back down over him, but even so, he finds himself mystified by the beautiful face, so familiar, yet so strange to see it here, now, in a situation like this.
Still wordless, he kisses the corner of her mouth and gently deposits her beside him, fixing his boxers and his trousers back around his waist before turning to pull her again into his lap, settling her in a far chaster manner despite her nudity. His nose gently bumps hers, and he grins.
"Good girl. Thank you for that, pretty girl, that was wonderful. Did you have a fun time playing with daddy?"
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Date: 2012-07-30 02:38 am (UTC)When she hits her climax and cries out the way she does, it's like pulling the trigger of a gun--he barely even hears her words, white noise filling in his ears and static exploding behind his eyes while he snarls her name and slams up into her, control gone, his strokes hard while he loses himself to his orgasm. The pleasure streaks up his stomach and into his head, and he struggles to keep his eyes open, to see her, his daughter, his darling little girl whom he marks from the inside. It's like he's hollowed her out and replaced her with more of himself, and he grips her desperately while he lets go, his hand tightening around the back of her shoulder and the other squeezing her thigh. Because, if it wasn't one of those, it would be her throat.
The whole thing is like a nuclear explosion that blows through his skull, leaving him with a spell of tinnitus. His head lolls back against the headboard and he sighs sharply, his eyes falling closed for a moment while he tries, then fails, to find his breath, his words, something. Instead, he pulls her toward his chest and sweeps the hair from her face, planting a tender kiss upon her forehead. His hands slip down beneath her thighs again, lifting her as gently and slowly as he lowered her.
Breathing ragged, Richard traces his thumb down the curve of her nose, the adorable round of her cheeks, her mouth, her chin. The full force of reality still hasn't quite come back down over him, but even so, he finds himself mystified by the beautiful face, so familiar, yet so strange to see it here, now, in a situation like this.
Still wordless, he kisses the corner of her mouth and gently deposits her beside him, fixing his boxers and his trousers back around his waist before turning to pull her again into his lap, settling her in a far chaster manner despite her nudity. His nose gently bumps hers, and he grins.
"Good girl. Thank you for that, pretty girl, that was wonderful. Did you have a fun time playing with daddy?"