All Yours
Skyehis sweetheart strides backinstant attraction
I touch it reverently, tears dripping onto my bare chest.
“It is perfect,” I whisper. “You are perfect.”
He pulls me down to straddle his lap, kisses me deep and filthy, hands roaming my bare skin.
“Now,” he says against my lips, “Daddy is going to make love to his little girl properly. Slow this time. So you feel every inch of who you belong to.”