Richard gives a laugh of horror. "That's a terrifying thought, my God. No, no, I think it's simply woven in our genes, my darling. The deep inherent knowledge that family is the source of all the greatest bonds, the bonds a person truly craves. All that intimacy, that trust, that love, it's all right here, already a part of him.
He chuckles, his lips twitching into a tremendous grin. "It's true, my darling, so true. I could hike across the Sahara without water for a week and still fuck you without pause as soon as I reached you. The very edge of death couldn't stop me from wanting you." He grins under all that praise of her, simply awash with it, swimming in every glowing syllable.
"That's exactly so, my darling." He nuzzles against the curve of her throat, crooning, "An incubus, a rake, an animal for you. You fill me up with so much want, Salome, oh God. To kiss you and hold you and torment you and crush you with the force of just how much I love you." He steals the breath from her lungs with his kiss and then leans back while she pulls her t-shirt off, cooing as she complains about her one-handed issue.
"Well, what else am I here for," he says with a chuckle while he helps her, kissing down the nape of her neck with the kind of ravenous hunger one finds in a starving man who, having thought he might never eat again, finds himself presented with a feast and is overcome with ecstasy. With the twist of a thumb and forefinger, he unclasps the underwire, then slides it from her shoulders and tosses it away while at the same time running his hands over her breast, her stomach, one sliding to open her pants.
Tongue tracing along the ridge of her ear, Richard takes a shuddering breath and manages a husky little chuckle. "I couldn't if I tried. That cunt of yours keeps me up at night." Gently, he lays her back down upon the bed, his mouth kissing over her breast. While his lips close down around one beautiful little rosebud nipple, his hands swiftly work to strip open his pants. He kicks off his shoes and socks, then tears down his boxers and jeans before tending to Salome, whose pants he removes completely with a gasp of sharp appreciation as he stares down upon her draped before him.
"Jesus," he breathes, "Jesus, Jesus, you don't know how bad I've wanted this for the past hour. All those pretty tears, oh, baby, you make Daddy want nothing more than to take care of you." His fingers slide between her thighs, running over her panties before yanking those away to leave her damp and bare before him. His thumb strokes back and forth over her clit, then his forefinger takes over the work, and meanwhile his mouth finds hers. He becomes so painfully conscious of his cock that he can't stand it, feeling every hard inch as it twitches in anticipation. He grinds against her wet pussy, fingertips capturing her chin to look her in the eyes as he slides inside, lips capturing hers.
"Nothing matters, no one else matters, Salome, I don't care what the circumstances are. My only child, flesh of my flesh, oh Salome, I would do anything for you. Daddy's sorry he got so frustrated," his words rise in a howl of a groan as he slams himself deeper inside of her. "He's sorry he didn't think. But he'll take care of you, princess. He'll make it up to you, and meanwhile aren't we so much closer for it?" He grins, nipping at her lower lip, testosterone still surging through him after the conflict, still making him want her more than almost ever. "One fleeting fight, a little pain, and suddenly each of us remembers how madly we love one another. Oh, my one and only daughter, my Salome, my soul."
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Date: 2013-01-11 04:19 am (UTC)He chuckles, his lips twitching into a tremendous grin. "It's true, my darling, so true. I could hike across the Sahara without water for a week and still fuck you without pause as soon as I reached you. The very edge of death couldn't stop me from wanting you." He grins under all that praise of her, simply awash with it, swimming in every glowing syllable.
"That's exactly so, my darling." He nuzzles against the curve of her throat, crooning, "An incubus, a rake, an animal for you. You fill me up with so much want, Salome, oh God. To kiss you and hold you and torment you and crush you with the force of just how much I love you." He steals the breath from her lungs with his kiss and then leans back while she pulls her t-shirt off, cooing as she complains about her one-handed issue.
"Well, what else am I here for," he says with a chuckle while he helps her, kissing down the nape of her neck with the kind of ravenous hunger one finds in a starving man who, having thought he might never eat again, finds himself presented with a feast and is overcome with ecstasy. With the twist of a thumb and forefinger, he unclasps the underwire, then slides it from her shoulders and tosses it away while at the same time running his hands over her breast, her stomach, one sliding to open her pants.
Tongue tracing along the ridge of her ear, Richard takes a shuddering breath and manages a husky little chuckle. "I couldn't if I tried. That cunt of yours keeps me up at night." Gently, he lays her back down upon the bed, his mouth kissing over her breast. While his lips close down around one beautiful little rosebud nipple, his hands swiftly work to strip open his pants. He kicks off his shoes and socks, then tears down his boxers and jeans before tending to Salome, whose pants he removes completely with a gasp of sharp appreciation as he stares down upon her draped before him.
"Jesus," he breathes, "Jesus, Jesus, you don't know how bad I've wanted this for the past hour. All those pretty tears, oh, baby, you make Daddy want nothing more than to take care of you." His fingers slide between her thighs, running over her panties before yanking those away to leave her damp and bare before him. His thumb strokes back and forth over her clit, then his forefinger takes over the work, and meanwhile his mouth finds hers. He becomes so painfully conscious of his cock that he can't stand it, feeling every hard inch as it twitches in anticipation. He grinds against her wet pussy, fingertips capturing her chin to look her in the eyes as he slides inside, lips capturing hers.
"Nothing matters, no one else matters, Salome, I don't care what the circumstances are. My only child, flesh of my flesh, oh Salome, I would do anything for you. Daddy's sorry he got so frustrated," his words rise in a howl of a groan as he slams himself deeper inside of her. "He's sorry he didn't think. But he'll take care of you, princess. He'll make it up to you, and meanwhile aren't we so much closer for it?" He grins, nipping at her lower lip, testosterone still surging through him after the conflict, still making him want her more than almost ever. "One fleeting fight, a little pain, and suddenly each of us remembers how madly we love one another. Oh, my one and only daughter, my Salome, my soul."