Landslide

by NJ Cole

  After sighing in contentment, she turned back around and leaned forward to kiss me. I felt her wetness flowing from her, but this time I felt all of it.

  Rolling her onto her back again, I pinned both of her legs behind her ears and claimed her body once more. This time was different. I was able to enjoy the sensations to the fullest, and quite some time later, after I’d brought her to another glorious orgasm, I found my own release, coming deep within her body yet again. I knew she was on birth control, but just for that moment, I allowed myself to pretend we were creating a child together.

  “I. Love. You,” I said, each thrust releasing myself into her. When I was spent, I slid off and lay next to her in bed.

  “That was incredible,” she murmured, tracing the lines of my abs.

  “Words can’t even begin to describe it,” I agreed, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her nipple.

  We kissed again for a long time. My eyelids eventually felt heavy, and I wondered if she was getting tired, too. It had been the most amazing day and night of my life, and as much as I didn’t want it to end, I wanted to give in to the feeling of contentment and peace I was feeling.

  “Kenzie, do you want to take a shower before bed?” I knew she would have to; the product of our lovemaking was still flowing from her and creating a puddle that was twice the size of the one that had been on the bed earlier.

  “Mmmmm, a shower would be nice,” she said dreamily. “Join me?”

  I couldn’t imagine saying no to her under any circumstance, but an invitation to shower together…incredible.

  It was better than incredible, actually. We took turns washing each other’s body, and when she dropped to her knees in the shower, I thought I was in heaven. I didn’t come in her mouth, but I did come into her swollen pussy what felt like an hour later while we were still in the shower.

  Giving her a minute of privacy to clean up once again, I stepped from the tile enclosure and grabbed a pile of towels and the hotel robe.

  When I saw the bed, I knew that we wouldn’t be able to sleep in it. I wanted to call the hotel and ask them to come change our sheets, but I didn’t want the attention. On a hunch, I headed out into the sitting room and opened the top drawer of a cabinet near the couch. To my relief, there was a pile of sheets and blankets meant for the fold out couch.

  I was just finishing up with making the bed when she came out. Her hair hung in wet strands around her face. She had no makeup on, and she couldn’t have looked more perfect. A towel was wrapped around her body.

  She smiled at the changed sheets. “Um, do you mind?” she asked, picking up the blue T-shirt she’d chosen for me at the shop. I’d worn it all day, so I had it on the dresser to be washed.

  I loved that she turned around before she dropped the towel and slipped the shirt over her head. It was a man’s T-shirt, and it just hung over her body, but somehow she looked sexy as hell. There were hundreds of models in Paris, and thousands of pieces of lingerie, and I had the sexiest looking woman in the entire city in my room, crawling into my bed.

  I dropped my towel and climbed in next to her. My already perfect day became even better when she scooted over to me and put her head on my chest. I slid one hand up under the shirt she was wearing and rested it on her thigh while stroking her hair with the other.

  My last thoughts were of her as I fell asleep, and they were my first thoughts when I woke up. In my defense, her bare ass pressed up against my cock really didn’t leave me room to think of anything else. She moved as she began to wake, grinding herself into me.

  “Fuck, Kenzie. I’m not going to be able to control myself if you don’t stop.”

  She giggled and wiggled her ass again.

  “Oh, really?” I playfully bit the back of her neck as I thrust two fingers into her tight body. I really hadn’t expected her to be all that wet, but she was drenched.

  “Are you sore?” As much as I wanted to make love to her, I didn’t want to hurt her.

  “Not really,” she said, pressing into me harder. “It could use a few kisses, though,” she giggled.

  I needed no further invitation. After an hour of dining on each other and slowly making love, I held her in my arms, feeling completely satiated. The only exception was the rumbling in my stomach. Making love to a woman four times in twelve hours took a lot out of you.

  After looking in the little book on the nightstand, I picked up the phone and dialed.

  “Yes, I’d like to order room service.” I paused a moment as the man asked what he could get me. “I’ll have a stack of pancakes, a waffle, half a dozen eggs, scrambled, some croissants, and a fruit plate.” I turned to Kenzie. “Would you like anything?” She giggled and shook her head.

  The food arrived while she was in the shower. Wrapping a sheet around my waist, I grabbed a croissant and the plate of fruit and headed out to the balcony for some fresh air.

  The air was chilly but I liked it. When she was done, she came out and joined me on the terrace, wearing only a robe from the hotel. She attempted to sit in the chair next to me, but I pulled her onto my lap, instead. Grabbing a strawberry, I fed it to her, followed by some grapes. She fed me, as well, teasing me as she did so.

  When she licked the juice from a strawberry off her finger, I couldn’t help but groan. I wanted to take her right there, and surprisingly, my cock was ready to go again despite the marathon he’d just been through.

  I didn’t though, instead leading her inside where the food sat under lids, keeping warm. We ate breakfast, laughed, and made our plans for the day.

  I wore the black thermal and a pair of jeans, along with my new black boots. I had to admit that I looked ten years younger—I felt younger, too.

  Kenzie looked amazing in the jeans and white, long-sleeved T-shirt I chose for her. The sleeves went down to her fingertips and even had a place for her thumbs to peek through.

  I’d been to Paris a dozen times, and to the Louvre at least half that. While the artwork was spectacular, watching her face as she toured the museum was enlightening. It was like seeing the entire thing for the first time.

  After the Louvre, we grabbed a late lunch to go from a café, and sat in the grass surrounding the Arc de Triomphe. The traffic buzzed around the circle while we sat and ate.

  Kenzie finished her baguette and cheese, and started playing with her hair. I had no idea what she was doing until she split it down the center and began braiding one side. She secured it with a hair band from her pocket and went to work on the other.

  “Hi, Daddy,” she said, batting her baby blues at me.

  This woman was a dream come true. First we’d had the best time touring Paris yesterday, then last night we’d declared our love and she’d given herself completely to me. This morning, we’d toured one of the most prestigious art museums in the world and had intellectual conversations about the pieces, and now…now, this incredible creature sat before me, offering herself as my greatest sexual fantasy.

  Thirty minutes later, she was nude and bound spread eagle on my bed, her ass pink. My hand was still warm from the spanking as I removed my jeans. I untied her legs but left her wrists bound, as I didn’t want her to move but I needed to be able to position her body better.

  “This morning, I was woken with a hot ass pressed against me,” I said, rubbing my finger around her rosebud. I loved that a shiver ran through her body, leaving her covered in goose bumps. “It took all of my willpower not to fuck it then. I don’t think my resolve is quite as strong now. What do you say? Would you like Daddy to fuck your ass?”

  “Mmmmhmmm,” she sighed. It was the only thing she’d said since I’d spanked her. She was totally relaxed when I slid first one finger and then a second into her puckered hole.

  She sighed contentedly as I moved them in and out, preparing her for my cock. Grabbing a condom, I rolled it on, cringing as the latex covered my shaft. It was like putting the raincoat on all over again. I wore one now for two reasons. First, with anal it was the best idea. S
econd, while I understood that Kenzie and my little girl were the same person, she and I hadn’t discussed sex without a condom. It was likely a technicality, but when she was like this, bound before me with my fingers in her ass, she was in no position to argue.

  I’d forgotten how good her ass felt when I fucked her from behind. The soft moans and whimpers I heard almost made me forget the fact that I was wearing a condom. Almost.

  My little girl became more and more vocal as I thrust into her. “Yes, Daddy!” she screamed as I thrust two fingers into her pussy, sending her over the edge. She moaned and whimpered as the wetness rushed from her body.

  “I want to feel you, Daddy,” she gasped.

  “I’m right here, Babygirl.”

  “No, Daddy. I want to really feel you,” she pleaded. “I want to feel you come.”

  As her Daddy, I decided how we fucked, but I couldn’t deny her request—not when I wanted it as much, if not more than she did.

  Pulling out, I tore the condom from my cock and sunk it into her warm pussy.

  “YES, DADDY!” she squealed in pleasure.

  I felt like screaming, too; it felt so good.

  I pounded into her relentlessly, causing her to cry out in ecstasy, her sounds slightly muffled as she bit into the pillow. Maybe it was the fact that I’d already been in her wetness that allowed me to last longer than the night before, though it was more likely that I’d had four orgasms since I’d first felt her heat last night. Regardless, I was able to enjoy her long enough for her to ride out two orgasms before I buried myself inside her and found my own release.

  I stayed there for a full minute after my cock stopped twitching, just running my hands up and down her back and over her ass. Her body was covered with sweat, and until then, I hadn’t realized how hard I’d been fucking her. I glanced down at her pussy—still stretched tightly around my cock—and noticed that it was red around the edges. When I pulled out to assess it further, I saw a small trail of white trickle from her bright pink center. A feeling welled up inside me…a feeling I could only identify as pride. I’d never seen my own come inside a woman before. While I might have anticipated finding it sexy, I never expected to find myself proud that I’d claimed a woman as mine.

  I untied her hands, climbed in bed next to her and brushed her now damp hair from her face. She smiled at me, and the look of contentment she wore was unmistakable. “Daddy, I love you,” she said, nuzzling my chest and resting her head on it. I’d be lying if I said that she was the first woman who had said that. Hell, I’d probably heard it dozens of times, right along with, “You’re so big,” and “I’ve never had better.” While I liked to think the other statements were true, I’d never believed that any of them loved me…until now. I’d also never responded to their confessions of love, but today I did, and I meant every word.

  “Daddy loves you, too, my little girl.”

  We fell asleep in each other’s arms for a few hours and woke as the light was fading. As much as I wanted to continue making love to her, I knew that her body had to be sore.

  “Babygirl,” I said, rubbing her arm lightly, “I know we were going to try that restaurant tonight, but if you’re too tired, we can stay in. I’ll just order some room service again.”

  “Is that what you want?” Her voice was soft.

  “Honey, I just want what you want. If you want to go, I’d love to go, and if you want to stay here instead, we can do that, too.”

  She bit her lip. “I kind of want to go. Is that alright?”

  I pulled her into my arms. “Of course, Love.”

  I’d made reservations at a restaurant just off the Champs Elysees. The walls were covered in projections of photographs, and there was a musical show at the end of the night. My favorite part of the restaurant was the ceiling, which was covered in thousands of tiny lights mimicking the night sky. I was glad she wanted to go because I knew she would love it.

  It was a magical night. After a wonderful meal and entertainment at the restaurant, we went back to the hotel, where we made love for hours. The more I gave of myself, the more she filled me with love. I didn’t want the night to end, but eventually we succumbed to sleep.

  My last thoughts before I drifted to that place where everything is possible, was that I had no idea how I’d ever go back to sleeping alone again.

  I woke in the morning with her lips around my cock; there really was no better way to wake up. I wasn’t even sure I had any come left in me, but she seemed to find some when she rode me, breasts in my face, until she climaxed over and over again.

  While I loved how obedient she was for Daddy, I equally loved how amazing she was in bed when she took control as my Kenzie. She was beyond hot as she bounced up and down. As her third orgasm hit, I couldn’t hold mine off any longer, and grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto me, I came inside her spasming walls. She arched her back and screamed my name at the sensation.

  Afterward, we showered and got ready for our last day in Paris. We had an afternoon flight, so once we’d checked out, we decided to do a bit more shopping. There was something I wanted to get for her.

  We walked a few blocks and found ourselves outside of a jewelry store. I noticed her gasp as I opened the door and held it for her.

  “I’d like to get you a new charm. One to remind you of our time here.”

  She smiled and walked into the store before me.

  “Bonjour. How may I help you?” the man behind the counter asked. “Are we looking for engagement rings?”

  How I wished we were. I thought it was ridiculous of him to ask, though. Kenzie was nineteen, and it wasn’t the 1950’s anymore. Women didn’t get engaged at her age.

  “We’re looking for charms for this bracelet,” I said, holding up Kenzie’s hand, which was interlocked with mine.

  “I can help you,” a woman said from another counter. When we got over to her she whispered, “Don’t mind him. He thinks everyone is getting married.”

  I laughed and so did Kenzie.

  “Though, if you do decide to get married,” she teased, “promise me that you will come back and buy the ring from me and not from him.”

  Kenzie laughed even harder. “Why? Is he your boss?”

  “Worse! He is my husband!”

  I couldn’t help laughing, and I was glad Kenzie was, too.

  “I don’t know why men pick out the rings anyway. It’s a silly tradition. The woman is the one that has to wear them.”

  She took out several trays of charms and set them on the counter.

  “I think it’s romantic,” Kenzie chimed in. “It’s like he’s picking something out that would compliment you.”

  “Well, I guess that’s true,” the saleswoman agreed. “Though I’ve found that most women have a picture in mind of what they want their engagement ring to look like.”

  Kenzie nodded.

  “Do you?” I asked, stunned she would have even thought of such a thing.

  “Well, I um…I mean, it’s not like I’ve gone out and looked for rings, but yeah.” Her cheeks were pink.

  “Tell me about it,” the saleswoman said with a smile, then winked at me. Clearly she had no idea the impossibility of our situation, but it was nice to see Kenzie smile and to feel like we were a normal couple with a future.

  “Well, I’ve always loved princess cut diamonds.”

  “Solitaire?”

  “It could be, but I really like the ones with baguettes on the sides.”

  It was like they were speaking a foreign language, but I loved being privy to their conversation.

  “So…” the saleswoman said, turning to me. “What type of charm are we looking for today?”

  I scanned the tray and found the exact one I was looking for—a silver Eiffel Tower.

  “That’s beautiful,” she said.

  “It’s a very special memory for us,” I replied, taking Kenzie’s hand. “As is this.” I brushed my finger over the snowflake. “It’s a shame you don’t make cha
rms for all occasions.”

  “But we do, Monsieur. Some are just special order. Would you like to see a catalogue? I can help you find whatever you are looking for.”

  She helped me find a birthday cake charm to represent when we first me, and a charm of the American flag for the Fourth of July. We found a pumpkin for Halloween, and the funniest looking turkey for Thanksgiving.

  Of course they didn’t have them in the store, but the woman assured us that they were at a larger supply house and that she would have them overnight expressed to our hotel in London.

  We left the shop with the Eiffel Tower as an addition to the bracelet, and spent the remaining hours walking around and eating lunch. All too soon, we were aboard the plane and flying back to reality.

  I knew it would be hard to be apart from her after the past three days. When we entered the hotel late in the evening, it was like we were dead men walking toward the electric chair. In the elevator, I took her face in my hands.

  “Hey, it’s just for a little while. We will have an easier time getting together when we’re back in San Francisco.” She nodded her head. “I’m going to miss you tonight.” I leaned down and kissed her deeply. When the elevator chimed, signaling our floor, I reluctantly pulled away.

  “I’m going to miss you, too,” she sighed as I walked her to her room.

  Carter was still up and happy to see us when we got there.

  After Kenzie and I filled him in on the sights that we’d seen, she excused herself to go to bed. Claiming she was tired, she left me to catch up with Carter.

  “That break did you a world of good, Man,” he said, slapping me on the shoulder. “I have never seen you happier in your life.”

  “Honestly, I’ve never been happier.” And it was the truth.

  I was still grinning the next morning, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen. I’d woken early and headed to breakfast, where Carter was supposed to meet me about twenty minutes later. It was New Year’s Eve, and we had a few things to discuss about the event later that evening. I hoped that Kenzie would be joining us.

  Instead of Kenzie’s perfect face, Tiffany DuPree sat down next to me. “Good morning, Sugar,” she purred. “Did you have a nice time in Paris?”