For Now

He pats and pets my happily burning booty oh so tenderly. The light loving touch feeling even nicer over the raw sensitive skin.

“Come here my girl.” He pulls me up. I turn and shift so that I curl up small on his lap, snuggling into his muscular body as his strong arms hold me tight. Nowhere else but in his arms could I feel this safe, this loved, this treasured. Nothing could get me here. Daddy would protect me. He kisses my forehead and hugs me close. “This is wrong.”

“I know.” I say in a tiny voice.

“We can't keep doing this.”

“I know.” I nuzzle in tighter. “I love you Dad. I love you more than anything.”

He sighs. “I love you too Fawn.”

He holds me a long time. I hoped and prayed he would make love to me again, his manhood was hard as a stone, but he only held me and stroked me lovingly. He runs his fingers through my long straight hair and caresses my bare back and arm with a gentleness that belies his rugged masculine appearance. Like me his mind and his heart and his twisted libido were wrestling with each other. Unlike me he had the added weight of cheating on his wife to struggle against. This was so very wrong, few things could be more wrong, and yet it felt so natural. As if I was put on this Earth specifically for this perfect tender moment. As if I was born to be his lover.

He lets out another long soft sigh then begins to move. “No.” I whisper. I never wanted this to end.

“Shhh.” He says. “Be a good girl now.”

I snuggle into his broad chest, my index finger tracing circles through his chest hair. Sliding his arms around my back and beneath my knees he lifts from his lap. Cradling me close he shifts and stands up from the bed.

“Let me stay.” I beg. “I'll be good. I promise. I'll be anything you want me to be.”

“Shhhh.” He kisses my temple. “You are perfect just as you are.”

He carries me in his arms out of his bedroom, down the hall, and into my room. I could feel his erection brush against my ass as he carried me. Walking to my bed he lays me down as gently as a feather. Then he pulls my blankets up and over my warm naked body. Sitting on the edge of my bed he cups my cheek with his large rough hand and strokes it with his thumb. The silhouette above me is as familiar as my own reflection. How many times had seen him sit just like that throughout my life? Bedtime stories, lullabies, secret kisses good night when he got in late and thought I was asleep.

“Dad.” I whisper.

“Yes Kitten?”

“Promise me this won't be the last time.”

He turns his hand and strokes the back of his fingers over my soft cheek and chin. “I can't make that promise.”

“Dad...”

“Shhhh.” He places two fingertips upon my lips. “You be a good girl now.” He pulls his hand away.

I slowly, reluctantly, nod. “Okay.”

He leans down and kisses my head. “Good night Kitten.”

“Good night Daddy.”

He stands and pauses a moment, looking down at me gazing back up at him. He shakes his head and lets out a long breath. Turning from me he leaves my room and closes the door behind him. The sounds of his footfalls fade down the hall before I hear the click of his bedroom door closing.

Just as the night previous I lay in my bed a very, VERY happy woman. My ass still burned, my pussy still tingled, and I could still smell his cologne in the air. I knew he was this moment lying in his own bed thinking about me. He might be **** to admit it but he wanted me. He wanted me every bit as much as I wanted him. Everything that happened today was a testament to that fact. That knowledge gave me hope.

Hugging myself tight I remember how he held me and yearn to be in his powerful arms again. In time, in time. We had a major breakthrough tonight and I was satisfied with that. Our forbidden love would not, could not, be denied. Nothing and nobody could stop what had been set into motion. Our love was too strong. I would have the man I loved if it was the last thing I ever did.

But I promised him I would be a good girl and I would be...for now.