An Hour Later…
Dakota Roth…
Uncle Remy always gives the best orgasms.
I know that it isn't like I have much to compare it to. Ok, I have nothing to compare it to. That doesn't mean that he doesn't rock my world. Every. Single. Time. I don't know what I ever did to deserve this consuming passion and pleasure, but I didn't plan on ever giving it up.
I was Jeremy's for as long as he wanted me for. Hell, if I had my way it would be forever. Is that the endorphins talking? No. I don't believe that it is because I have these same thoughts during the night when we haven't been touching for hours.
Honestly, the only bad thing is the fact that we both feel like we are betraying my dad.
I love my dad - he has welcomed me home without question. When I told him what happened with Stuart and mom, he believed me without thought or even doubt. How could I not be appreciative of him? I feel like a complete asshole for sleeping with his best friend. It feels like I have waltzed back into his life and am maybe screwing everything up for him.
I know that Jeremy feels just as guilty - I mean they have been friends since they were nine years old, that is potentially twenty-six years of friendship that he is throwing away. For me.
It didn't matter how much we knew that this was wrong. We knew that my dad was never going to accept this. We run the risk of him disowning both of us. We could be cast out of his life without so much as a discussion but that means nothing when Jeremy and I are together. I swear that it feels like we are both magnets being pulled towards one another - we were powerless to fight it. It was almost like this was always meant to be.
"You are miles away, sweetheart-" Jeremy whispers next to me, as we both lie back on the ridiculously soft mattress, "everything ok?"
"Yeah sorry. I guess I am just wondering how dad is going to take this news. I mean, I am always wondering that but with what you have done here today for me - I think it has just reaffirmed just how much you feel for me-"
"I do care about you a lot, baby-girl, I thought that you already knew that!"
"I mean, I thought that I did but honestly, this is the nicest, sweetest and most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me, so it just sort of cemented it all in my head, does that make sense?" I asked him, turning on to my side to face him. The love that shone in his eyes shocked me - we haven't used the love word with one another yet, because well it has only been a week, but I can see the emotion blazing in his eyes so brightly and so clearly that I am rendered speechless for a few moments.
"Well, that seems like the most tragic thing I ever heard because you deserve only the very best, you deserve the world, 'Kota and I-" he began and my heart started thumping frantically against my chest, was he going to say he loved me? "I want to be the one to give it to you - always!"
It was really hard to be disappointed when he said things like that instead. I mean, it was stupid to think he would say he loved me; it's been a week. Seven days. In the grand scheme of things that is way too soon for either of us to declare those types of feelings. Even if I did feel like I was in love with him.
"Touch me?" I said, swallowing the depth of my own feelings before I confessed something that would scare him off completely.
It may have been a week, but I still sometimes fear that he is going to get cold feet again. I fear that he will back off the minute that this gets real. And honestly, I don't think that I would survive if he did. I don't think that I would be able to breathe if he decided that this wasn't what he wanted after all.
"Are you ready for more, baby?"
"Yessss!" I sighed as his hand slid gently over my naked hip and pulled me into him.
After he had fingered me, he had scooped me up over his shoulder and took us both into the large shower cubicle where I sank to my knees in front of him.
It still astounded me that I could fit his monster cock into my mouth. I have always had a bad gag-reflex, but it was slowly getting better even though it drove him wild when I gagged over him, he said something about it causing a suction that felt amazing against his shaft. I still strove to be better. And I like to think that every time I blew him - I got a little better at it. Not that he ever complained. No, far from it in fact. If anything he praised me, looking down at me with my mouth stuffed with his dick, he would tell me I am amazing, that my mouth is a gift that he would never get tired of. In those moments I felt like a Goddess. I felt like a Goddamn fucking Queen.
I never thought that I would enjoy giving head. I always thought that it wasn't going to be something that I would willingly want to do but with Jeremy - it was almost a fucking compulsion. A simmering need to inflict as much pleasure as I possibly could to him. I loved to feel the satin flesh of his shaft against my tongue. I loved running my tongue around the bulbous helmet that would leak enough pre-cum that it would act as a natural lubricant. I loved the noises he made when my tongue prodded against his slit. The burning in his eyes as he watched me. It was addictive. It was intoxicating in ways that I never could have ever imagined. All of that without even thinking about the sweet, salty taste of his arousal. I was in Heaven whenever I was on my knees in front of him.
"Tell me what you want, sweetheart!?" His voice tore through my thoughts, yanking me back into the moment with him, his mouth grazing the sweet spot just below my ear - the spot that could have me panting and begging for him to just fuck me.
"I want you!"
"You have me, beautiful. Always. How do you want me to make love to you?"
"I-I-" he always ensured that I gave my consent by way of asking how I wanted it. Again, giving me all the power, but also making me submit. It was without a doubt the most sublime sin I could ever begin to imagine.
"Yes?"
"I want you on top of me. I want to feel dominated by you-"
"Fuck!" He grunted as he pushed into me until I was on my back and he was taking up the empty space between my legs, his eyes burning with all the same hunger that I felt, "you are perfect, Dakota!"
"Oh, I am far from perfect -"
"You are perfect for me!" His growl was almost entirely animalistic at this point and it was an even bigger turn on than I could have even predicted.
Hooking one of my knees over his forearm, he moved in close to me, sinking his length along my slit, rocking back and forth, his glistening tip nudging against my clit with every forward thrust until I was moaning and all but writhing underneath him.
It still shocked me the way he was always so in control of my body. I had never once imagined that sex could feel like this. After my first time - I had been in no rush for a repeat performance. I actually feared at one point that maybe I was just a-sexual. I mean, it made sense - I had no sex drive, and I just never found anyone that I was attracted to enough to pursue anything with. Little did I know that I had a far better option waiting for me on the other side of the world.
Would Jeremy and I still be in this position if Anna hadn't torn me away from my dad?
Were we always destined to end up here?
"You are thinking too much, sweetheart!" Jeremy growled as he held himself up with one arm, his other still holding my leg over it. Leaning forward, his tongue lashed against my pointed nipple, and I swear I could feel the direct link from my breast right into my pussy as it clenched, desperate for that friction that he was so good at giving me.
"Then make me stop!" I moaned as he seemed to be happy with how soaked his length now was with my juices and he shifted the angle of his hips ever so slightly.
Pushing forward very slowly until his helmet was enveloped in my tight, wet embrace. A groan escaped us both and it seemed to be a catalyst for him because he gently pulled his arm away from my leg, allowing it to drop over his hip and he was now taking his weight on his elbows as he sank down to be closer to me.
"Please-" I pleaded with him desperately.
"Please, what?" He growled, his fingers brushing through my hair, his lips a hair-breath from mine. Was it natural to feel like I was burning up?
Hunger. Lust. Desire. Passion. My whole body felt alive with need. I ached in places you wouldn't even imagine.
"I need you-" I moaned my hands dancing up the length of his powerfully muscled arms, revelling in the tension in his muscles. Lost to the connection between us.
I don't know if it was my begging, or his own need getting the better of him, but he suddenly thrust forward until our pelvises clicked together. The full length of him buried between my swollen pussy lips, throbbing inside of me, reaching places that only he has ever been.
Bending his head to my tits; our eyes remained locked on one another's as if we each needed the other to anchor us together, his mouth encased one, his tongue ravishing the hard nipple, sending ripple after ripple of pleasure to arch all the way down to my cunt. My breath raced away from me due to the desperation inside of me. I needed this. I needed him. Always.
Forever.
I am his and nothing will ever change that.
I love him with every single fibre of my being.
Jeremy Danielson…
Over the past week I have thought a lot about what Dakota, and I are sharing and building with one another. It is not something that can be put into words. I have come to that realisation after hours of trying to define it. It just simply is what it is.
Consuming.
Exciting.
And most importantly, it felt more right with Dakota than it ever has with anyone else.
Now, don't get me wrong - I know that what we are doing is wrong. The sneaking around I mean, not the actual relationship because as I said, nothing has ever felt so damned right before. However, the lying to my best friend, the deceit that coated our actions was not something that was sitting well with me.
I wanted to talk to my best friend about this.
About falling in love again. About how much I want to marry this woman. About how desperately I want a family with her. About the fact that it feels as if I have finally found the other half of myself. Yet, I can't. I doubt that I will ever be able to talk to him about this because this is his daughter and what father wants to hear all those details about their daughter's love and sex life?
So, while I feel all these positive emotions about Dakota, and what we were building, I also felt more alone than I ever have. And I didn't quite know what to do with that.
Is it really so bad that I want to share my happiness with my best friend?
"Who is the one over thinking now, baby?" Dakota moaned as her nails scratched up and down my back - all the while our hips were thrusting and grinding together in perfect sync.
"Sorry, sweetheart-"
"Is everything ok?" She stopped moving and brought her hands to my face, cupping my jawline as she gave me her undivided attention, just as she always did.
The way she could instil a sense of calm inside of me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before her. Truth be told, she could instil a Hell of a lot in me - a sense of calm. The burst of love and belonging. The belief that I could do anything that I set my mind to. The confidence that I was the best thing to ever happen to her. The soothing notion that I wasn't unreasonable for asking my wife for a family. It had surprised me to find that this woman, this twenty-year old woman, was so much more mature than I had ever thought someone of her age could be.
Although, there is a part of me that believes that she is simply an anomaly given the circumstances she had survived back in Scotland.
"Everything. Is. Perfect!" I groaned, my words coming in time to the slow strokes I inflicted on her.
"You're sure?"
"Positive, baby-girl," leaning my face into her and capturing her lips in a soul-searing kiss.
Lacing my fingers through her own, I pinned her to the bed as our tongues moved in the same slow, erotic manner as our hips.
The feel of her matching my pace and force was a head rush unlike any I have ever felt. The way she was moving, ensuring that my pubic bone was brushing against her clit on every upward stroke was sexy as Hell to me. I loved that she knew how to get herself off while we succumbed to the scorching passion that ignited between us.
Pushing the guilt, I felt about taking my best friend's daughter to bed, away. Pushing the hopelessness, I felt about the entire situation, away. I focused all my attention on her - always her. The need.
The want.
The desire.
The love.
Yes, I love her, and I had almost said those words earlier. I had almost let, loose, my obsession with her. The way she makes me so crazy with hunger and desire to possess all of her. I won't lie, I am terrified if she ever found out just how fucking desperate, I am for her that it would scare her away. I can't lose her. I wouldn't survive it. And believe me I know how melodramatic that sounds, but it doesn't make it any less true.
I have never felt this way about anyone.
Anyone but her.
Always her. There is no one else. There will never be anyone else. It is like she has unlocked this animal in me and now it is free, all it wants to do is claim. And own. And possess. Most days I feel like I have a handle on it but when we come together like this - I barely have a reign on it.
I feel out of control. I feel like I am right on a knife's edge. Fighting and clawing to get it under control. When there is a huge part of me that is desperate to just submit and let the chips fall where they may. And if she didn't mean so damn much to me, I probably would give into it.
"Come back to me, lover!" Her voice pierced the dark form my thoughts had clouded me in, and I fought my way back to the surface, "we can stop-"
"No!" I growled, "I'm here baby, I am right with you!"
Vowing to be better. I thrust deeper, harder, slower into her molten chamber, the feel of her heat and softness surrounded me, encasing me in her Heavenly body. God this feeling was consuming in ways that I never could have predicted.
"You're mine, 'Kota-"
"Yessss!"
"Say it! Tell me you are mine. Tell me who you belong to!" My need was making me almost delirious as our hips continued to grind to the intensity that flowed between us.
"You. I belong to you, I am yours, all yours Uncle Remy!" She moaned, making me falter a few strokes, "tell me you are mine?" Her voice sounded so unsure; the adorable little bite of her bottom lip belied the nerves she felt.
"Oh sweetheart, you own me heart, body and soul. I am one hundred percent yours," I growled desperately, causing the most sublime clenching in her core. God it almost felt like she was trying to milk me dry, "you like that sweetheart?"
"Mmhmmmm-"
"You like to hear me telling you that you own me? You like to know that ever since we met I haven't been able to even think about anyone else. You consume me Dakota, you have me - all of me, always!" Another wave of fluttering and clenching had my eyes rolls back in my head, "fuck baby-girl that feels so good!"
Ever since we had given into the attraction a week ago, we have come together in so many different ways. I thought that I had felt all there was to feel with her, but this is so much more than I have ever felt with anyone. It feels so fucking amazing that I fall even further into the rabbit hole that is Dakota and me.
We have tried so many different positions that some of them were new even to me, but I always wanted to try, missionary with her because she is such a natural submissive that I just knew this position would be perfect for her.
People say that missionary is boring. That it's vanilla sex. My response is that they clearly aren't doing it right.
Missionary is all about dominance.
I control the pace.
I control the torque.
I control her pleasure.
All of that without the head-rush of being on top of her - pinning her to the bed with my body. Dominating her so completely that she yields to my every movement.
Coming to this hotel really was the only option because there was no way that we could do this at my office. I mean, I could have thrown her to the floor and done it but she is worth more than that. She deserves better and that is all I want to do - show her that with me, she will always be my priority, her comfort is the only thing that I care about. Well, her comfort and her pleasure. But the two almost exclusively go hand in hand together.
Sliding my hips backwards slowly, feeling every inch of her tight walls, until my head was the only part of my dick inside her, I looked down into her eyes, the love and trust she felt shone back at me with so much clarity that it stunned me for a few moments. The soft whimper from her lips pulled me back as I gripped her hands a little tighter, "we. Belong. To. Each. Other." I accentuated every word by sinking another inch of my cock into her until my pelvis was locked in against hers again and the fluttering inside her graduated to full blown clenches.
"Oh. God. Oh. God. Oh. God. I'm cumming Uncle Remy!" She cried out, her back arching up into my chest as I increased my pace until we were literally slamming together in a violent rush of desperation as I leapt off that ledge and followed her into the abyss.
"Dakota!" I roared as I felt almost paralyzed with pleasure as it detonated at my core, blossoming out to every nerve ending in my body and my head dropped into the nook between her neck and shoulder, biting down on the sweaty flesh caused her to scream out my name once again.
My cum splashed her insides like an erotic painting, embedding into her womb and not for the first time I wondered if this would be the moment that we conceived.
How would she react to becoming pregnant with my baby?
Is that even something that she wants?
Our bodies slowed until we just stopped moving but remained connected. Our breaths came thick and fast as we descended from the high that release brought us. My cock however, remained hard and ready for more, so I slid my arms under her body and rolled us until she was draped over the top of me.
Getting this hotel room was most definitely the best decision I ever made. Being truly alone with her meant that I could take my time, in a way that we simply couldn't afford to really do back at the office. And I planned on taking full advantage of it.
Hell, if I could get away with it - we'd stay here for the next month, only leaving to eat. I don't know if this ache I have for her will ever truly go away but then again, I don't actually even want it to go away.