She wrapped both legs around my hips, locking her ankles at the small of my back. She pulled me down, chest to chest, heart to heart, like she’d never let me escape. I started moving, a gentle roll, nothing brutal, just a steady slide in and out. She moaned, hardly more than a whisper, but it shot straight through me.
I said, “Look at me.”
She was already looking, but she nodded anyway, lips parted, cheeks on fire. “I see you, Daddy,” she whispered. “I’m right here.”
I picked up the pace. Just a little. Enough to make her gasp and dig her fingers into my arms. The headboard rocked, a soft thump-thump in time with our breathing. Her hands drifted down to my ass, holding tight, urging me in deeper.
I was close, too close. But I didn’t want it over yet. I slowed, shifted sideways, tried to break the rhythm, but she wouldn’t fucking let go. She locked her arms around my neck, her thighs squeezing until I thought my ribs might cave. She pulled me in, mouth to my ear, voice soft but iron.
“Stay,” she said. Not a question. An order.
So I did. I stayed right where she wanted, right where I belonged. I rocked my hips, slow and deep, every thrust deliberate, the way she liked it. She started to tremble, nails raking my back, her eyes wild and desperate.
“Daddy, can I—” she started, but I cut her off.
“Not yet,” I said, barely holding it together myself. I slowed down, teasing, pulling almost all the way out, making her whimper. I went shallow, just the tip, just enough to drive her insane. She clawed at my shoulders, frantic.
“Please,” she said. “Please, please—”
I kissed her hard, swallowing the words, and started moving again. Her body arched under me, her tits pressed up, her mouth open in a silent scream. I felt her clamp down around me, the first warning shot, but I held back, both hands on her hips now, pinning her to the mattress.
“Now?” she begged, voice ragged.
I wanted to give it to her. I really did. But I said, “Not yet.” I held still, buried inside, feeling every twitch and flutter. She tried to grind up into me, but I pinned her, one hand at her hip, the other trapping her wrist above her head.
She thrashed, desperate, then just collapsed under me, turning her face aside to gasp for air.
I kissed her cheek, her temple, then her mouth again, slow this time. She looked at me, eyes glassy, and nodded, like she understood.
I started moving, slow and gentle, building her up all over again. When I felt her start to shake, I whispered, “Now. Come for me, Angela. Show me.”
She did. She came apart underneath me, crying out my name, her body clenching and shaking. I felt it, every spasm, every shiver, and it pulled my own orgasm out of me so hard it left me blind for a second. I lost it, hips jerking, spilling inside her, biting out her name against her throat.
Not Angela.Mia.
“Mine.”
She heard it. She answered, voice shredded, “Yours. Yours. Yours.”
I collapsed on her, drenched and shaking, both of us fused together, neither willing to let go. Her arms locked around my neck, legs still tight at my waist. I felt her heartbeat, wild and frantic, matching my own.
We stayed there, tangled, wet, neither moving except to breathe. When I finally rolled to my side, I took her with me, wouldn’t let her go. She clung to me, face buried in my neck, hands fisted in my hair, like she was afraid I’d vanish if she loosened her grip.
I stroked her back, slow. Kissed the hollow behind her ear. I listened to her breathing, the little shudders that wouldn’t stop, and thought: This is what it feels like. This is what it means when someone belongs to you.
She didn’t talk, just pressed closer, skin to skin, soaking me up like she’d never had enough before. I held her until our bodies cooled, until the sweat dried and the room felt cold. Even then,she kept her legs tangled with mine, her hands flat against my chest, her head under my chin.
I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell her she was safe, that nothing could touch her here. But it felt too small, too ordinary.
Instead, I just held her, and waited for her to breathe the world back in.
She was the first one to move. She opened her eyes, blinked up at me, and smiled. Not coy, not fake. Real. Like she’d just discovered something new inside herself.
She brushed her hand across my jaw, thumb on my lips. “You okay?” she asked.
I nodded, kissed her palm. “Better than okay.”
She laughed, soft and sleepy. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.”
