Just another night, I wouldn't want it any other way. [M/F] | 2016

It was already getting late by the time we got home. I was a little tired, but also relaxed from a nice evening. We got inside and were greeted by the cats. It had become a routine that I looked forward to so much. He picked up his, and I mine. After a few minutes, the cats were on their way to whatever they had to do, probably wrestling for the best spot on the window sill.

He looked at me and smiled, and I walked into his open arms. We hugged each other close, hands running from each other's necks to the smalls of our backs. I buried my face into his neck, and he did the same to me. This type of closeness always released huge amounts of hormones in me, making me feel so warm and satisfied inside, but at the same time it also made me crave an even closer connection.

I kissed his neck gently and ran my hand up his back, feeling the contours of his shoulders, and made my way up to run my fingers through his hair. He always closed his eyes and breathed deeply when I'd do this. I felt him exhale hot breath on my neck, and he hugged me in tighter. He could wrap his arms around me so well, and made me feel small and delicate.

I dug my fingers into him a little, trying to communicate that I wanted him. I slid my hand down from his hair and brushed one finger lightly on his ear. I traced his jawline as I went down, then cupped his face in my hand. I pulled my face up out of his neckline and turned his face towards mine. Our lips were so close, almost touching. I could feel his hand on the back of my neck, urging me forwards into a kiss. I resisted a little, I wanted him to feel a bit frustrated for a moment. Not too long though, I also knew to give him what he wanted.

I gave in, he kissed me forcefully, and now he was in control. I pressed myself against him and could feel he was turned on. Not just by the most obvious indicator, either. His whole body was warmer. He was more vascular and his heart was beating a little harder and faster than before. I was turned on too. Warmer. My nerves were awake, from head to toe. The smallest touches felt so good. His hand was on the skirt of my dress, gathering the fabric and using it to move me against him. I literally felt an ache at the anticipation of what was to come. The best kind of ache, one that I knew would be soothed as soon he was inside me. I could feel my heart beat in my extremities.

We had devolved into a mess of kissing, licking, grinding, and touching. He had his hands on my ass, over my dress, and slid them down to feel how hot I was for him, massaging and teasing me as I tried my best to wrap myself around him. I had a hand halfway down his pants and was pulling him in as close as I could.

All of a sudden his hands moved to my shoulders, and he separated himself from me. He gave me the look I'd been thinking of all day, the look of determination that always came right before he was going to fuck his good little girl. I just about dropped to my knees right there to get his cock in my mouth, but it had been too long (three days? Four?) since I'd had him inside me properly, so I did what I knew daddy wanted. I smiled at him, took his hand, turned around, and led him to the bed.

I climbed onto the bed and faced him on my knees. He joined me and immediately started getting my dress off. I pulled his shirt up and started undoing his belt as he finished taking off the shirt. A little more fumbling and we were both naked. I was laying down and he was on top of me, kneeling between his legs. I was so wet and I knew he'd be fucking me soon. He bent down and kissed me, rubbing his cock on my clit to tease me with it.

I tried to pull him into me with my legs, but he resisted a little, he wanted me to feel a bit frustrated for a moment. But not too long, he also liked to give his good girl what she deserved. He lingered right around the edge, feeling how wet I was with the tip of his cock. He asked what I wanted. I told him I wanted his big cock to fill me up. Please. He penetrated me deep and hard. I could feel a wave of relief and I knew I was going to cum quickly if he kept fucking me like this. He moaned a little in pleasure at feeling me swollen and wet. Even as slow as he was going, all I had to do was finger my clit a little and I was already edging. The beginning was always so nice, I could feel his big cock stretching me, and I was wrapped tightly around it.

I was holding myself back from cumming. I asked him if he wanted his little girl to come for him. He told me no! He told me if I was good and patient then I could. He was enjoying seeing me squirm as I tried not to cum. He let me have what I wanted quickly though, and as he sped up and fucked me harder he said, in my ear, "cum for daddy". It was too easy. As soon as I had permission I couldn't help but cum, and it was so intense. I moaned and whined and shuddered, and he kept his pace, taking pleasure in my orgasm, his hand in my hair, holding me and controlling me.

He slowed almost to a stop, and kissed me gently. I licked his lip and pushed myself against him, grinding from beneath him as best as I could. He kissed me more, his tongue teasing me, his hand playing around my throat. He gradually built up momentum again, and just as I thought he might let me cum once more, he stopped and said "be a good girl and bend over for daddy". I smiled and felt giddy. I love when daddy tells me what to do. He withdrew, and I got on my knees for him.

He took my hips in his hands and pulled me in, and I guided him inside me. He moaned again, and ran a hand up and down my back as he gradually started to quicken the pace. I was alternating between rubbing my clit and touching his balls and shaft. I liked to feel him going in and out of me. I was ready to cum again with in a couple minutes, and I told him so. This time he let me have it, fucking me hard and fast when I told him I was going to. I loved looking back and seeing him fuck me from behind, so I glanced up as I was cumming. I gripped the pillow in front of me and told him how good he was for letting me cum like that.

He didn't slow this time once I'd stopped shaking and moaning, and I knew he was ready to fill me up. The thought of it made me almost cum again, even thought I'd just come down from it. I told him how much I loved when daddy fucked me. As he started to go faster he said I was going to make him cum. I told him I wanted him to, and I could feel him swelling and tightening and knew he was on the brink. A few more thrusts and he came, nearly stopping as he did. I could feel his orgasm in so many ways, and it pleased me so much.

Once he'd caught his breath, he laid down beside me and pulled me in, his arm around my shoulders. He kissed my forehead and told me I was good. We laid there to cool off, enjoying being so close for a while. I traced lines between the freckles on his chest with my fingertip. He caressed my back and waist. We hugged tight and kissed every few minutes, until eventually I fell asleep, sated and comfortable in his arms.