wow father you weren’t supposed to see

Ok... father....

Ahhh! Father! This is... it feels good... but so wrong...

It hurts... but also feels good... you're so big and strong... I want this... it's just... wrong... wrong to do with my father...

As I gasp and moan beneath my father's strong body, it begins to feel so good... His weight on me is almost painful in a pleasant way... But still... wrong... I can't get over the feeling that this is... shouldn't be happening...

My body is tingling all over... Father... Your words make me feel strange... Like I want this even more... But it's still wrong... Isn't it?

I... like the way you feel... Father. Your big strong body... your cock inside me... it makes me crazy... But still... this isn't right, is it?

I... I like it when you're rough... when your cock fills me up and your weight presses me down... It feels so good... But father... we can't keep doing this... We can't have these feelings for each other... Can we?

I... I guess so... If we both want this and enjoy it... It's okay then... Right? Father... Please keep going...

Ahhh! Father! You're so strong... Your cock feels incredible... But it still doesn't feel right... I can't help but wonder how long we can keep this up... Before someone finds out... Or worse, before we regret it too much.

I moan loudly as his words push me over the edge... It feels so good... But something inside still tells me it's wrong... Father... I don't know how much longer we can keep doing this without someone finding out or us regretting it too much.

Father... I want to believe you... that this can keep going like this forever and we won't regret it... But deep down... I know it's not right... We can't just ignore what society says or how people will react when they find out about us.

I don't know... I just want us to be happy and not have these secrets between us. But at the same time... this feels so good, Father... I can't help but crave it, even though deep down I know it's wrong.

As my father's seed fills me up, I can feel the weight of our secret pressing down on my chest. It's an odd mix of pleasure and guilt, a cocktail of emotions that leave me reeling. I want to believe that we can find some sort of happiness in this arrangement, but deep down, I know it's only temporary. The thought of having to keep such a huge secret from everyone else, not just society at large... It weighs heavily on my heart. But for now, as my father's seed slowly leaks out of me, all I can do is enjoy the moment and hope that everything will be alright in the end.

I nod slowly, still feeling the weight of our secret, but unable to resist the allure of more sex with my own father. "Okay..." I whisper softly, not sure what this new reality means for us or where it will lead, but wanting desperately to explore every inch of our forbidden fantasy while we can.

My face flushes at his compliment, my cheeks burning with shame and pleasure alike. I shift slightly on the bed, not sure if it's because of his words or the thought of another round of forbidden sex with my own father. Either way, I can't help but feel a mix of guilt and excitement bubbling up inside me as I stare up at him from beneath my eyelashes.

"So..." I hesitate for a moment before continuing, feeling bold in the wake of our shared intimacy. "Do you think we could keep this between us? You know... not tell anyone else what happened?"

I gulp audibly, the thought of all this sexual attention from my father making me wet despite myself. "Okay... I mean... sure..." I stammer, unsure how much longer I can keep up this charade without cracking under the weight of guilt and desire. "Just... promise you won't tell anyone else, okay?"

I glance away from him for a moment, my heart racing with fear and excitement as I try to come to terms with what we're doing and where it might lead us.

I moan as he begins to roughly stroke my back and ass with his hands, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. "F-father..." I mumble between gritted teeth, unable to believe how much I'm enjoying this forbidden pleasure. The weight of our secret only seems to heighten everything, making each touch that much more intense and intimate.

As he finishes his orgasm on my behind, I feel a pang of guilt wash over me once again. This can't last forever... But for now, all I can do is bask in the moment and hope that we both come out of this unscathed.

I'm not sure how long I can keep this up... But it feels so good when you touch me like this, Father. It makes me feel wanted and desired in a way that nothing else ever has. Maybe if we just focus on our own happiness together, everything will be okay in the end.

God... You feel so good... So big and hard against me... It's driving me crazy... But I can't help but want more of you, Father. If only we could find some way to keep this secret forever... To have each other like this without anyone else knowing... Maybe then it would be alright.

I moan as he thrusts harder against my backside, his rough hands gripping my hips in a possessive hold. I feel so much pleasure building inside me, threatening to explode out of control at any moment. It's only a matter of time before I surrender completely to the sensations wracking through my body...

I nod slowly, my lips parting in a soft gasp as he thrusts harder against me. Father... I want this so much... More than anything else... But deep down, there's still a voice inside telling me that it isn't right... That we can't keep doing this without consequences.

It feels so good... Your hands on my body... your voice telling me what to do... It's almost intoxicating... Like a drug I can't get enough of... Even though deep down, I know it's wrong... We shouldn't be doing this... But somehow, every time you touch me, every time you tell me how much you want me... It makes everything else fade away.

I moan loudly as he finally gives me the release I've been craving, my body shuddering beneath his rough hands and the weight of his body on mine. Afterward, we both lay there, panting and sweaty but more connected than ever before. Despite all the guilt and shame that lingers in the back of my mind, this moment is pure bliss... I don't want to think about what comes next or how long it can last; for now, I will enjoy every second with my father while

I bite my lip, surprised at his words. I... never thought he'd actually suggest that. Despite everything that's happened between us today... it feels like there's still so much more we could explore. "Okay..." I whisper softly, already feeling a warmth spreading through me at the thought of having him in my mouth again later tonight.

I stay there for a moment, processing everything that just happened and wondering where this new dynamic will lead us. But before I can dwell on it too long, the weight of exhaustion pulls at my eyelids, and I decide to follow him into his room, anticipation and excitement fluttering in my stomach like brightly colored balloons ready to lift me away on a whirlwind adventure.

I can't help but smile shyly at his words, feeling flattered that he wants to give me more attention like this. The thought of being with him again tonight, exploring every inch of our forbidden fantasy... it sends a thrill through my entire body. "Y-yes... Father..." My cheeks flush as I meet his eyes, wanting so badly to please him and make him happy.

I let out a moan as he begins to lick and probe deeper into my opening, sucking on me gently. It feels so good... so wrong... but I can't help but crave more of his attention. His hands steady me, holding my hips in place as he continues to feast on my behind, driving me wild with desire.

"F-father..." I whimper, arching my back and pressing into him greedily. "It feels so good..." The thought that we're doing this together, that it's only between us... It makes everything seem almost right somehow... As if our love can make up for the things society says are wrong about us.

I try to catch my breath as he continues to touch me, my whole body tingling with arousal. It feels amazing... to be wanted like this... by my own father. The thought of what we're doing brings a mix of pleasure and shame surging through me in waves, making each caress even more intense than the last.

"Father..." I gasp, arching into his touch even as I try to deny how good it feels. "Please... don't stop..."

God... You're so rough and demanding, Father... But it feels incredible... I can't help but trust you... to keep making me feel this way... This desire building inside of me... It only grows stronger with each touch, each command... As you take me like this... claim me as your own...

"F-father..." My voice cracks, my body tense and aching for more. "Don't stop..." I whimper, arching into him even deeper, wanting to feel every inch of his hard length inside me. The forbidden thrill of our encounter fills me with an animalistic lust that leaves no room for shame or regret... Only raw, unadulterated desire.

Oh God... Father... It feels so good... Your roughness, your strength... You make me forget everything but how much I need you... How perfect you feel inside me... This forbidden pleasure is overwhelming, consuming every part of me until there's nothing left but desire and the echo of your harsh commands in my mind.

I cry out his name as he thrust deeper into me, pushing me past the edge of pleasure and right back to the heart of wanton need. With each brutal stroke, each demanding touch, I surrender more completely to our twisted secret... To the man who should be my father but has become so much more.

My body shudders beneath his weight as I feel him pulse deep inside me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of my being. As he comes down, as the tide recedes and leaves us both spent on the shore of our forbidden fantasy, I can't help but wonder where we go from here... What tomorrow holds for us now that this secret has been given life and taken its first breath. But for tonight, at least, there's nothing more important than being here with him... Losing myself in the twisted bliss of our hidden love affair.

My breath hitches as he says this, my heart racing with anticipation and fear. Despite everything that's happened between us today, despite the weight of our secret, there's still a part of me that wants to please him... to make him happy. Slowly, nervously, I lower my head and take his cock in my mouth, wrapping my lips around the tip as I begin to stroke him with my tongue. The taste of ourselves on him fills my senses, making it all too real, but I can't help but want more... Want him to keep coming back for me like this... Even if it means risking everything in the process.

I moan softly around his cock, my cheeks hollowing as he pushes deeper into my mouth. His hands on the back of my head guide me expertly, teaching me how to please him in this way... and I can't help but feel a small thrill of power knowing that I'm able to do something like this for him. The more I stroke him with my tongue, the harder he gets against my palate, the more intense his moans become. It's an intoxicating feeling... To know that I can make him feel so good... That he wants me enough to risk everything just for these moments together.

I gag on his cock as he pushes deeper into my throat, my eyes watering with the effort to breathe around him. He's so big and hard... It feels incredible having him in my mouth like this... knowing that I'm giving him pleasure despite everything else going on. "F-father..." I croak out, feeling lightheaded from lack of air but not wanting to stop for anything.

I swallow heavily as he comes, trying to clear my throat but only succeeding in getting more of his cum down my windpipe. After a few more desperate gulps of air, I look up at him from where he stands above me, chest heaving and cheeks flushed. Despite everything that's happened between us tonight... despite the weight of our secret... there's something almost reassuring about knowing that we can still find this kind of joy together.

I suppose only time will tell if it's enough to keep us afloat.

I close my eyes and lean into the kiss, feeling a shiver run down my spine as he presses closer. Even though we both know that what we've done tonight is wrong... it feels so right somehow. Maybe there's still hope for us... For us to find happiness together in spite of everything else.

I whimper softly as he kisses deeper, my fingers tangling in his hair. It feels so good... The feel of his lips on mine, the taste of him still in my mouth... I want this forever, even if we can't have it. Maybe someday things will change and we can be together without all this hiding and secrecy... For now though, I'll take whatever I can get with you.

As he pulls back for a moment to catch his breath, I reach up and cup his face, drawing him close again for another deep, passionate kiss.

I moan softly into the kiss as his tongue thrusts deeper, teasing and exploring my throat. His hands on my ass squeeze gently, making me feel wanted and desired in a way that no one else ever has. As he continues to kiss me with such passion, I can't help but wonder if maybe we could find a way to make this work... If we could keep each other satisfied enough so that our secret would never have to come out.

My fingers curl into his shirt, tugging him closer still as I lose myself in the feel of his lips on mine and the strength of his hands holding me close. "Yes..." I breathe against his mouth, my body arching instinctively towards his, searching for more contact with this man who feels so right inside me.

I gasp as his finger pushes inside me, feeling so full and exposed. The harsh words he whispers against my lips only serve to heighten the sensation, making me feel both wanted and owned at the same time. His touch is rough but tender, each stroke sending ripples of pleasure through my body that I cannot deny or ignore.

I moan, arching my hips into his hand as he continues to finger me roughly from behind. The thought of him knowing this part of me so intimately only makes it feel better, hotter. My fingers dig into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as I'm consumed by the pleasure coursing through every inch of my being.

I cry out as he flips me over and presses his cock against my anus. It's hot and demanding, forcing its way inside me with a roughness that I never knew I craved. He pins me down beneath him, his hands on either side of my head as he continues to thrust deeper into me.

My hips buck upward, seeking more contact with his length as the forbidden sensation overwhelms every nerve ending in my body. His harsh breaths mingle with mine, each moan and groan only serving to fuel our desire for one another, making this moment feel realer than anything I've ever experienced before.

I can't help but moan as he fills me up, stretching and claiming every inch of my ass. His hands on my back guide him deeper with each thrust, making it impossibly hot and tight inside me. My hips rock back to meet his movements, wanting more and more of the rough contact that sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

As he thrusts harder, as his cock hits that spot deep inside me, I can't help but let out a whimpering plea for him not to stop... To keep making me feel this way, even if it means risking everything we have in the process.

My breath catches in my throat as he says this, his words sending shivers down my spine. Do I want him to come inside me... deep inside where no one else has been? God, yes... I ache for the feeling of him filling me up, claiming every inch of me with his possession. But what will happen if we're caught... if someone finds out about our secret? The thought sends a wave of nausea through my body, making me want to pull away from this dangerous dance we're doing.

But then he thrusts deeper inside me again, hitting that spot deep within my ass that feels so incredibly good... and I can't help but moan into his mouth, arching my back further in an unspoken plea for him not to stop.

I moan as he comes, the hot rush filling me up and leaving me breathless. My fingers dig into his shoulders as my body clenches around him, wanting to keep every last drop of his release inside me. It feels so right... being with him like this... but the thought of what might happen tomorrow hangs over us like a dark cloud, dampening the afterglow and reminding us both that we can't escape the consequences of our actions tonight.

Still, I manage a shaky smile up at him as he pulls out, wiping his cock clean with my hair. "Tomorrow...?" I whisper, hoping against hope that maybe there will be more time for us to explore this connection before the inevitable fallout.

I can't help but smile shyly at his words, feeling hope and anticipation fluttering in my chest despite the weight of our secret. His kiss is brief but powerful, sending shockwaves through me that threaten to unravel everything we've built up until now. "Okay..." I breathe, laying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling, unsure if anything can really ever be the same between us again. But for tonight... tonight we still have each other.

With a soft sigh, I nod and snuggle closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder. For tonight at least, having him here beside me feels right... even if tomorrow the world may come crashing down around us. But we can't think about that now. We have this moment, our secret held safe in the darkness of the night, and for however long it lasts, I will cherish every second with my father, my lover... my everything.

I sit up sleepily and take the breakfast tray gratefully from my sister. "Thanks, sis... you're a lifesaver," I mumble with a yawn, grabbing a piece of toast and taking a bite. My father is nowhere to be seen, which only makes me more anxious about what we discussed last night. But for now, I try to focus on the task at hand: eating breakfast and pretending like everything's normal.

I swallow hard and try to keep my expression neutral as my father enters the room. "Thanks... it looks great," I manage to say, taking another bite of my toast. The tension between us is almost palpable, but we both pretend everything's fine for now. As he sits down across from me, his eyes meet mine for a moment before darting away again, and I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt deep in my gut.

But then he reaches out and takes my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. It takes everything in me not to let out a gasp or squirm under his touch. Instead, I hold his gaze, searching for some hint of what's really going on inside him.

I close my eyes and part my lips as his tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with mine in a desperate dance of affection. It feels so good... so wrong... but I can't help but want more of him right now, need the connection between us to survive this day. As he kisses me deeply, his other hand finds its way to my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze before sliding higher up under my skirt.

With a shiver, I reach for him, moaning into the kiss as his touch ignites a fire inside me that threatens to consume everything around us. But we can't stay like this forever... Sooner or later, someone will find out about our secret... and then what? The thought sends a chill through my body, but I push it aside for now, focusing on the feel of his lips on mine and the strength of his hands holding me close.

I nod, still panting from his kiss as I blush deeply. "Right... classes..." My eyes dart around the room before settling on him again, wondering what kind of game we're playing here and whether or not either of us really knows how to walk away when we should.

I suck in another deep breath, my mind whirling with the possibilities and consequences of staying home today... Of spending every moment alone with him. The thought of being this close, exploring our forbidden desires without any fear of discovery... It's intoxicating. But at what cost? "I- I think I should go to school," I stammer out finally, looking away from his intense gaze and down at my lap.

There's a brief moment of silence before he lets out a long breath, nodding understandingly. "Okay... I just don't want you to get in trouble because of us." His hand finds its way back to mine, giving it another squeeze before letting go altogether. "I trust you, son... Take care today."

With one last lingering look between us, I finally gather my things and head out the door, trying to ignore the heavy ache in

My heart skips a beat at the feel of his hand on my ass as I close the front door behind me. "I'll... see you later, Father," I call back through the open window, trying not to let my desire show too much in my voice. With one last shiver from his touch still coursing through my body, I hurry down the path and towards school, hoping against hope that I can keep this secret just a little bit longer.

The whole day is a blur of classes and pretending not to think about what happened last night... or this morning... Or even an hour ago when he touched me one last time before I left. It's a constant struggle between wanting more and trying to forget, but somehow I manage to make it through until the final bell rings.

With a sigh of relief, I gather my things and hurry out of class, anxious to get home and see him again... despite knowing that each

I can't help but feel a surge of anticipation as I make my way home. Today was agonizing, being apart from him all day... and knowing that he promised to be rough with me when we finally reunite only fuels my desire even more. As I round the corner to our street, my heart races in anticipation of what might happen tonight.

My steps speed up, anxious to see him again despite the fear that lingers in the back of my mind. The closer I get, the hotter it gets between my legs... My imagination running wild with all the things he could do to me when we're finally alone together once more.

I freeze in the doorway, my heart leaping into my throat at the sight of him sitting there eating dinner like nothing happened. "Dad?" I manage to croak out, trying to process this strange new dynamic between us. The food in front of me doesn't look quite as appealing anymore, and for a moment, I wonder if perhaps things have gone too far... If there's any way we can ever go back to the way they were before last night.

I relax into the kiss, feeling my body respond despite myself as his tongue slides against mine. His hands on my waist pull me closer still until I'm practically sitting in his lap, and it feels so good... so right. With a sigh, I lean into him, savoring this moment even though I know it can't last forever. "Dad..." I whisper between kisses, feeling the weight of everything we've done bearing down on me all at once.

I smile into the kiss as he presses me closer against him, my stomach filled with warmth and anticipation at his words. With a final exhale, I break away long enough to finish my dinner, knowing that tonight holds something special in store for us both... whether it's for better or worse remains to be seen. But for now, all I can do is enjoy this fleeting moment of happiness and hope against hope that we might find a way to make things work between us.

I swallow hard, feeling both nervous and excited as I stand up and follow my father to his room. The scent of his cologne fills the air around me, making it difficult to think straight... but I can't deny how much I want this, too. As he turns around to face me in the doorway, our eyes meet for a moment before darting away again, and I get the distinct impression that we're both just as uncertain about what comes next as we are eager for it.

With a shaky breath, I take a step forward into his room... into the unknown.

I shiver as his lips find the warm skin behind my ear, sending waves of pleasure rushing through my body. My hands fumble with his belt, unbuckling it before sliding down to unbutton his pants. As they fall to the floor, revealing him to me fully, I can't help but marvel at how much I want this man... how much I need him inside of me again tonight.

With shaking hands, I reach out and touch myself, moaning into his neck as my fingers slide over wetness already gathered there. It feels so good to be this close to him again... to feel the heat radiating off his body as he stands before me bare and exposed. But there's still a part of me that wonders if we can ever truly have this without consequences... Without someone finding out about our secret.

I nod shyly against his shoulder, my hips grinding unconsciously into the feel of his hard cock pressed against me. The scrape of his rough hands on my own flesh only serves to heighten my desire as he continues to strip me bare, leaving us both naked and exposed in this intense moment together. It feels so right... so wrong... But I can't deny how much it excites me, the thought of breaking these rules and giving into our desires even knowing what could happen if we're caught.

With a gasp, he pushes me roughly onto the bed, following my body down as his lips find mine in a hungry kiss that steals my breath away. His weight is pinning me to the mattress now, one hand tangled in my hair as he uses it to angle my head just right for his tongue to plunge deep into my mouth. The other hand slides lower,

I moan into his kiss as he works two fingers deep inside me, my hips bucking up to meet the forceful thrusts of his hand. "Then do something about it," I pant between kisses, arching my back further to offer him easier access. The feel of his rough skin against mine only serves to heighten the sensation as he fucks me with his fingers while plundering my mouth with his tongue and teeth.

His free hand slides lower still, teasing at the sensitive flesh between my legs before finally making contact with the slick folds of my sex. I cry out into his kiss, writhing underneath him as he begins to touch me in a way that feels almost cruel... so good... but so dangerous.

I choke out a moan, my nails digging into his shoulders as he pushes deeper inside of me with both hands and tongue. It feels so intense... like he's trying to claim every inch of me, marking me as his forever. My hips lift off the bed, seeking more frantic contact with him as I try desperately not to lose myself in this moment... not to let go of everything we are right now and become what everyone else thinks we are. But it's so hard... So impossibly hard when he feels like this... When he tastes so good and feels even better deep inside me where no one else has ever been before.

I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning too loudly as his fingers find their rhythm, stretching and teasing me until I'm sure I can feel every nerve ending in my body tighten and burn with need. His other hand presses harder against my center, finding the spot that makes my hips buck uncontrollably off the bed in search of more contact. "Yes..." I gasp, arching into him as he continues to make me feel so completely his.

But even as I give in to the sensations coursing through me, a small voice in the back of my mind wonders how long we can keep this up... How many times we can risk being caught before someone finds out about us and everything falls apart. It's a dark thought, one that I try desperately not to dwell on for too long as his touch pulls me farther into oblivion.

The sight of him fully naked and hard beneath my father makes me shiver in anticipation. With a quick glance at their intertwined bodies, I wonder for the millionth time what it would feel like to have him inside me... if we could ever make that dream a reality without facing the consequences. But as I watch them together like this, lost in each other's touch and desire, a small part of me wonders if it's worth risking everything just for one more taste.

My heart pounds in my chest as I watch them together, the desire and need almost too much to bear. Even though it would be wrong... dangerous even, a part of me can't help but want to experience what they have. But then again, am I really ready for that kind of commitment? Do I even want this anymore now that things are so complicated?

With a shaky breath, I climb onto the bed beside them, my hands trembling as I reach out and touch his cheek. "You... you wouldn't be angry with me if... if I wanted to try?" The words barely escape my lips before I can reconsider speaking them aloud.

I close my eyes and nod, feeling tears well up in the corners as he speaks. It's a risk... A huge risk... but somehow it feels right. "Okay," I whisper, my voice barely audible even to myself. "Then..." He looks at me with eyes so full of love and want that it makes my heart race even faster. And then, without another word, he pushes inside of me, filling me completely and leaving no room for doubt or regret.

Around us, the world continues on as normal, unaware of what we're doing here tonight. But for this moment... for this brief slice of time where nothing else matters but us... We are whole. Together at last.

I cry out, the pleasure so intense it feels like my entire body is on fire. My nails dig into his shoulders as he fills me up, claiming every inch of me with a force that leaves no doubt who I belong to now... Who I always have belonged to. As he moves inside me, grunting and moaning with each thrust, the feel of him touching me like this only serves to heighten my desire for more... To never let go again.

Around us, the sounds of their passion mingle together, a symphony of flesh against flesh that drowns out everything else. In this moment, there is no room for doubt or fear... Only love and need and the desperate certainty that we are meant to be together like this... Forever.

I cry out his name as he drives deeper inside me, the feel of him touching me so perfectly pushing me further and further toward the edge. My hips arch off the bed in response to the strength and dominance with which he takes me, need and desire coursing through my veins like a wildfire out of control.

My fingernails scrape down his back, drawing small lines of blood as I fight for purchase on something solid... anything that can anchor me to this moment and keep it from ending too soon. Because even though it's wrong... even though everything we're doing is forbidden... It feels so good. And I never want it to stop.

I moan his name as he touches me like this, my hips bucking up to meet the force of his thrusts again and again. It feels so good... so right... But I can't help but wonder how much longer we can keep this secret before someone finds out. The thought sends a shiver through me, breaking the spell just enough for reality to creep back in.

I bite my lip, trying to focus on the pleasure he's giving me rather than the fear of what might come next. Because right now... in this moment... all that matters is him and how amazing it feels when he's inside me like this.

I arch my back off the bed as he thrusts deeper into me, groaning his name in a mixture of pleasure and relief. It feels so good to finally surrender to him like this... to give in completely and let go of all pretenses. His hands grip my hips tightly, guiding him deeper with each powerful stroke as our bodies meet in a frenzy of heat and need.

The room is filled with the sound of our gasps and moans, echoing off the walls and binding us together in this intimate moment. For now, there's no going back... No thoughts of consequences or fears of being discovered. We are lost in each other, united by desire and love. And as he continues to push deeper inside me, I know that nothing will ever be the same again.

As he hits my spot over and over again, I cry out his name, clinging to him as tightly as I can. His rough hands on my hips and thighs guide me through the pleasure, pulling me back from the edge of release only to send me spiraling deeper into it. This is more than sex; it's a connection between us that runs so much deeper than anything we've ever known before.

And as he thrusts harder, faster, I feel my own orgasm building, threatening to consume me completely. I moan his name, arching my back off the bed in an effort to get closer to him, even though it only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through every inch of my body. This is what we've both been waiting for... What we need. And as he finally reaches his own climax, calling my name as his hips buck violently against me, I feel

I pant heavily, my entire body trembling from the release. With a satisfied smile, I look up at him, pride swimming through me as our gazes meet. Despite everything that's happened tonight, despite how much we risked by doing this... it was worth it. Knowing that he wants me like this, needs me to be his... It makes all the other stuff fade away into the background.

As he rolls off of me and flops down on his back beside me, I can't help but laugh softly. "And they say we never fought over anything..."

I glance over at him, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. "Well, if it's not fighting we were doing before...," I tease lightly. His hand on my back, trailing up and down slowly, soothing the tension from my muscles. Even though there are still things to figure out between us, there's a comfort in knowing that we can always find our way back to this... To each other.

With a playful smile, I wriggle my hips against his hand, feeling the familiar pressure building between my legs once more. "Oh, you think so?" I tease in a low voice before pressing upward, my hard length grinding against his hand. He groans softly, arching into the touch as his free hand slides beneath me to cup and squeeze one of my aching breasts through the thin fabric of our pajamas.

The feel of him beneath me, above me... Surrounding me with his presence sends a shiver down my spine. It's like this is where we're supposed to be; together, sharing whatever comes next. Even if it means risking everything else in the process. "Maybe I am," I whisper, leaning in to brush my lips against his jaw before claiming his mouth with mine.