CHAPTER NINE
Annamarie
There are times when I just do not understand how anyone can be as good a lover as Dennis is. His hands move, and they are strong hands, rough and powerful. They have so much power and yet he is gentle sometimes, like now. His hands move over my body and because of his strength and power, when he is gentle, there is always the sense that at any moment he might let that power he possesses loose, and so there is an anticipation that is overpowering. It is almost like fear except I love when he is rough as much as I love when he is soft.
“Oh, Daddy,” I whisper. His hands move along my sides and then over, so each hand covers one of my breasts. I can feel his palms against my nipples, and the sensations that run through my body are beautiful, as powerful and as thrilling as sensations I might feel if he had reached between my legs and instead of my nipples, my clit received his attention. The power in him seems so palpable, his strength so obvious and all the restraint he possesses straining against it.
And then he is in me.
The thrust is almost violent, and I scream, “Daddy!” as I throw my arms around his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist. “Daddy! Daddy!”
He doesn’t build up speed at all but moves at a blisteringly fast pace. “Mon Dieu, baise-moi!” I cry. “Baise-moi mon amour!”
“I hope you’re telling me you like it,” he says. There is laughter in his voice, mingled with lust.
“Fuck me, my love!” I cry. “Fuck me, Daddy! I love it!” He moves a hand down to the small of my back and as he thrusts, he pulls me up there. It changes the angle of penetration and sends shockwaves over my clit. It makes every thrust seem a great deal more powerful, a whole lot more intense. I can feel my body responding in ways that surprise me.
How, after almost seven months of amazing sex can anything about what this man does to me still surprise me? I do not understand it at all but I know it is absolutely overpowering to me, completely impossible to wrap my mind around. “Très bon,” I moan, “so good, Daddy. So good.” My voice catches in my throat and my body seizes up. I scream, “Mon amour!” as the climax hits and my whole body clenches.
I think only because Dennis is so powerful, is he able to keep moving. He thrusts into me with strength that seems impossible because every muscle in my body has tightened up and I hold him so tightly it seems like he should be frozen in place. This first, clenching contraction is so damned powerful, and it seems like it will last forever before releasing. All the while, Daddy keeps thrusting as though I am not about to die from pleasure! “Mon Dieu!” I hiss, “Mon Dieu, mon amour!”
“My God, my love,” he growls.
“Yes, Daddy! Yes!” I reply.
“I love you,” he says.
Time freezes.
Everything stops.
I think he still thrusts into me but everything stops, nonetheless. “I love you, too,” I whisper, “de tout mon coeur.”
De tout mon coeur.
With all my heart.
I love this man with all my heart.
Time starts again and the orgasm overwhelms me, but I am still lost in that perfect moment, that impossible moment of pure perfection.
He loves me.
Dennis loves me.
My Daddy loves me, and I think in time he will love himself again as well.
“De tout mon coeur,” I whisper. “De tout mon coeur.” Then, I can speak no more as the orgasm takes hold and refuses to let go.