Cumming and crying and floating

If you'd been looking in the window,
if you'd been listening at the space beneath the door,
you might easily have thought
we were engaged in some sort of
transgressive,
incestuous
role play.

You'd have imagined him turning up and saying, "OK, pet, today we're going to play Daddy and his baby girl." Etc. And if that's what you're into - role playing - who am I to judge? As long as you know the difference between play - which can be hot - and real - which is utterly inexcusable and I'm going to count on you all to understand that we don't have to discuss this further here.

So yes.
If you'd watched
if you'd listened
if you'd hidden under the bed
and looked towards the mirrored closet doors
you'd have thought it was a game.

But no.

I think I've tried to explain this before, but today I'm getting the urge to try again. Because this was so deep, so strong, so important, and so cleansing.

We weren't playing.
This was real.
We were exercising - being - real parts of ourselves.
Ourselves on our own.
And ourselves with each other.

We were spreading salve on the wounds from our latest crisis, which was very scary but we're very dear to each other and we'll be ok. Still, we needed to be close in a way that laid our vulnerabilities out there on the table. Or the bed, as the case may be. For these couple of hours, there was no need to be strong and logical and competent. Especially not for me. I needed to be taken care of. And he needed to take care of me. To hold me.To let me know how precious I am to him. How special and precious. How much he needed to be with me.

I needed to cry.
I needed to cry in his arms while he held me.
And he gave me that, too.
Through an orgasm.

I don't usually get to cum when he visits. Sometimes he'll get me all aroused but won't let me cum. And I can't cum from fucking - not with him, not with anyone, it's happened only a handful of times in my whole life. But he does know how to get me to cum, and he did that today, holding me in his left arm while he touched my clitoris in that special sweet and gentle way. Tenderly. He touched me so tenderly. And I asked him and he said yes, Baby, it's all right, and I came in this arms and I cried, because I always cry when I cum but also I needed to cry, to cry in his arms while he held me, and I did, and he knew why I was crying, and his arms told me it was ok, that I was his, I'd never stop being his, he didn't have to say it, the only way his mouth said it was with his kisses, which suddenly weren't Daddy and baby girl kisses, suddenly they were passionate almost desperate kisses, between all the parts of him and all the parts of me and then he slid his cock inside me and now I'm remembering how sweet it was and I'm starting to drift away and go back to floating and I can't write when I'm like that so I'll stop now and just stay here on the couch, leaning back against the furniture arm instead of his arm while Marko snores on my legs and floating ...