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[sweetsalome]

No joke, Salome changed her mind sixteen times when trying to decided if she wanted to meet her birth mom.  It wasn't that she was scared but there was a real thought and fear that she would just lose it in the middle of the conversation and she didn't want to lose it.  Her father would get upset at Amanda and it wasn't this woman's fault that

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[sweetsalome]

There is a desire to consume and to be consumed. He tells her about his ache, about his want to wrap his hands around her, or to sink his teeth into her and she is not afraid. There is no fear or worry in her eyes or in her body when he tells her this. Even if she was absolutely certain that he was capable of such a thing she finds that she wouldn't want her life to end in any other way. Oh does she love him. In loving she aches for him, and in loving him she longs for him to end her ache and everything in her life that is not him

[sweetsalome]

Her thighs and hips ache. His weight, the way that he pounded into her, it leaves her sore and breathless. He is so much stronger then she is and between the first time and this time, she feels as though she has just run a marathon. Shuddering and gasping she takes his weight for as long as possible as he empties into her, and then, when he is finished, her knees and thighs give out and she sags down on to the bed under him. Stretching out she lets her fingers curl around the edge of the bed as her cheek presses to the mattress so her mouth is free to gulp for air.

She feels so fucking good. All she can do is lay there and let her body twitch and squeeze under him, trembling with those delightful aftershocks that she gets after he makes her come. So much better then when she does it to herself. It's just more powerful with him, more long lasting.

"Mmmmm I did come on to you," and he was so fucking easy, her father, the little slut. "I love it when we have daddy time."

[soursanguine]

Oh, yes, her father is the very definition of a manwhore. But that was only part of the reason he let her have her way with him that first time. It was like she flipped a switch that day, and a light turned on, and suddenly the most non-sexual being on earth became an extremely erotic creature, indeed. And once that light is on, there's no turning it off. Not that he's complaining; some things are a pleasure to roll with

[sweetsalome]

A deep, deep sigh. She is finally tired now. Such a deep tired that comes after going and going and finally stopping to realize that she is tired. There is no way she can move, not even a little bit, not even when he pulls himself from her and puts those kisses on her ear, and on the rest of her. Even if they are beautiful kisses. She feels hot and wet all over, damp with sex and sweat, his and hers, it's a wonderful feeling, dirty but clean all at the same time. Hot but painfully cool as well, especially when he pulls himself from her back and drags her with him up to the pillows.

She drapes herself over his chest. Blond and tan skin, long limbs, wrapping around him and pressing her face against him, breathing in his sex scent. Fuck, she loves him, she loves this easy feeling that they have together, especially afterwards.

"Let's not go back," she slurs her words, sex drunk and sleepy. "We can spend the rest of our lives out here, somewhere else, fucking. Fucking in each state. That would be awesome."

[soursanguine]

It's the same exhaustion that permeates Richard. The desire to black out is overwhelming; exhaustion swells up behind his eyes and threatens to drag him down. Though he closes his eyes to let himself float in the post-sex haze, he doesn't allow himself to fall asleep. Not yet, no so long as she slurs sweet words against him.

He chuckles, squeezing her tight. "I've had that same thought," he says, his words murmured, "but I'm afraid it's unrealistic, darling...your mother would be displeased. Delilah, too, she'd be furious. Not to mention all our stuff is back in Ohio. Money and everything. And school for you." Richard laughs softly, burying his nose in her hair. "But what a nice thought it would be. Moving from hotel to hotel. Humbert and Lolita, two anonymous people among a sea of them. A man and his glorious little daughter."

He nuzzles against her, his face getting lost in the tangle of that blonde mane. "Besides. Better to enjoy the moment while you have it than try to extend it past its due."

[sweetsalome]

"Yeah, but, you know, just for a little while." She loves curling and nuzzling into him. He is like a pair of really soft, warm pajamas, or the a set of sheets that are fresh from the dryer, after you've shaved your legs. It's an awesome feeling, wiggling and happy, all caught up in a warmth and deliciousness of life. She breathes him in and then out slowly and hides her face against his chest. She can't even argue with him, she sure as fuck doesn't agree with him. Fuck all that, the money, the school, Delilah and mom. They don't need any of that.

"Just a little while," her voice is softer, her fingers curling and uncurling through the soft hairs on his chest. Yeah, no, this is heaven and there is no need for logic or anything else in heaven. Just them and room service, wouldn't that be so, so nice? So very nice.

[soursanguine]

"Vile little temptress." He chuckles, kissing the top of her head. "It's all or nothing with something like that. There's no 'just a little while' when running away, darling girl. All or nothing. Imagine it...we're gone six months, then show up one day. There's your mother, tapping her foot. 'And where were you two?' 'Oh, nowhere, just on a cross-country fuck tour...'" He laughs at himself and strokes her hair as she buries her face in his chest.

Though the idea is tempting. Sorely tempting. Ill-thought-out plans always have a bad habit of appealing to him. He can see it, traveling from coast to coast, hustling dope for gas money or robbing stores, maybe. Fucking like rabbits all the while. Wouldn't that be lovely.

"Maybe once you've graduated," he murmurs, laughing quietly.

[sweetsalome]

Leaning up, she kisses him, her hand on his cheek and her mouth moving slowly, languidly over his, swollen and hot from sex and the brutal kisses that they share. "We would have the best times of our lives, doing whatever we want, whenever, fucking everywhere. Who would care if anyone found out that you were my dad? We'd be gone the next day. Mmmm, it would be so much fun." She brushes her teeth over his bottom lip and then grins before sinking back down on to his chest and the warm spot there that is just for her.

"It's so fucked up, it would be awesome."

[soursanguine]

"Maybe we'll see, lovely girl," he says, chuckling as he tilts his head into her kisses. They could play Starkweather and Fugate, or Bonnie and Clyde, but more successful than either, maybe, a delightful cross-country spree. What a sweet game it would be. His mouth opens to drift lazily against hers, the scrape of her teeth provoking a low sigh. It's impossible for his eyes to open, and not simply because he's so drained. Somehow the temptation would double.

No, better to keep his tired eyes shut and kiss her blindly, and tell her, "We'll see, we'll see, it would be beautiful but unwise, but maybe it'll happen, yet. You never know what the future will bring, now do you."