The way she clenched me as she came for the third time had been something else, her walls gripping me tight and coaxing an orgasm out of me that had been enough to make me weak in the knees – condom or not.
I let out a groan as I came, my muscles clenching as I shot my seed all over my hand and onto the basin of the shower. The orgasm was intense, so much so that I had to give myself a minute or two to recover, to take a few breaths and blink hard a few times.
I cleaned myself off and finished my wash, stepping out and throwing a towel around me as I made my way into the bedroom to finish drying off before putting on my clothes.
The bright beams of light cut through the towers downtown and illuminated what looked to be a cloudless day. Once I was dressed, I combed my hair into a side part, tucking the length behind my ears and making a mental note to get a trim before too long.
Minutes later, I was seated at the kitchen bar, a cup of coffee in front of me along with a notepad with the words “Sunday To-Do” written at the top. I jotted a few things, but as I tried to focus, I found myself glancing over at the seat next to me, the oneshe’dbeen seated upon during our lovemaking the night before.
With a sigh, I pushed myself out of my seat, slipping my phone into my pocket and picking up my coffee mug. I stepped out onto the balcony, the magnificent view sweeping over the downtown area.
I didn’t have much time to appreciate the view before my phone buzzed in my pocket. After a quick sip of coffee, I pulled my phone out and checked the screen – it read “Camilla.”
I smiled as I hit the button to accept the FaceTime chat.
Camilla appeared on the screen as I held it out. The fact that she was my daughter might’ve influenced my opinion, but all the same, she was about the most beautiful girl a dad could ask for.
Her features were a perfect blend of mine and her mother’s, she had my thick, red hair, hers worn in a stylishly messy, shoulder-length look, and my full mouth, but with her mother’s blue eyes and slender features.
“Daughter of mine! What’s the craic?”
“Hey, Dad!” she said in her usual bright, cheery tone. Camilla, having been raised in the states, only had the faintest trace of the Dublin accent that lilted my and her mother’s words. “Not much.”
I sipped my coffee. “So, to what do I owe the honor of a call on this fine, Sunday morning? Or should I ask, how much money do you need me to lend you?”
Camilla laughed. “Dad, you tell that same joke every time I call.”
“Not a joke if it’s true, wee one.”
“That wasonetime that I had to borrow money way back in college.”
“I know, I know. But it’s a da’s job to bust his kid’s chops, you know?”
“Oh, by this point I know.”
“So, what’s up, kiddo?”
“Two things. First, I wanted to see if you were still on for dinner tonight.”
“You kidding? Can’t think of anything I’d like more than getting dinner with my little girl.”
While she was, and always would be my little girl, it was getting harder and harder to call her that. Camilla was a grown woman, twenty-six years old, and well into her law career.
Before too long, she’d be married with kids and have a home of her own and…God, I couldn’t even think about it without getting a bit misty-eyed.
She flashed me the same wide, toothy smile as her mother. “Good! I was thinking we could do Grazzi’s. I looked on Google Maps and it’s right by your new place.”
“Italian sounds perfect to me. Still want to do six?”
“Yep! I’ve got a ton of casework that I need to get to tonight, so the earlier, the better.”
“Then it’s settled. Now, you said there were two things…”
Her face flashed with excitement. “I wanted to hear how the ball went last night!”
“You mean the ball that you were invited to but skipped out on?”
“Dad, you know I wanted to go. But Mike brought me on to be his right-hand woman for this breaking and entering case,” she said, speaking of Michael Yang, the DA, and her boss.