Can't Let You Go!

Naomi

I couldn’t help the wave of excitement that flowed through my body at his words. Just hearing him talk about tying me up had my pussy clenching, which only made me wonder, what had he exactly woken up inside of me the night before? Whatever it was, its power and confidence rolled through my blood making me feel brazen. It made me want to act on my carnal thoughts to touch him. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and lock my legs around him so he had no choice but to grind his impressive erection against my core. Damn, if I wasn’t even more sure that I wanted to continue this new part of our relationship. I didn’t want him to look at me and see the girl he raised for a few years. I wanted him to look at me and see a woman. It was already clear that he thoroughly enjoyed my body. And I wasn’t above using it to get what I wanted. Especially considering he had already given it to me.

And don’t get me wrong. I didn’t want money or anything like that from him. The only thing I wanted was him. I wanted him to touch me like I was the only woman in his world. Just like he had done all throughout the night. I hadn’t expected the thought of him touching me to become the focus of my world, but it had, and now I was addicted. I wanted more of his soft touches that promised me everything that I never thought I wanted. I wanted the tender promises he had whispered in my ear all night, telling me that such a beautiful woman like myself deserved the world. And I wanted him to be the one that showed me exactly what that meant.

“Naomi…” he groaned as I placed both of my hands flat on his chest and raised my eyes to his.

“Yes, Rip?” I purred as I purposely licked my lips, hoping to get a rise out of him.

When his eyes dropped to my mouth, I knew that this was going to be easier than I thought it was.

“Fuck!” he mumbled under his breath as his hand came up between our bodies to grip my chin, and force my face up so that I was looking into his eyes. “You are such a tease!”

“I’m only a tease if you’re interested,” I retorted, which made him immediately groan again.

“Naomi,” he repeated warningly.

I moved my hand up his chest to curl my arm around his neck. “Yes, Rip?”

“I can’t do this with you!” he told me as he pulled himself away from me. “For God’s sake, you are only 18, and I’m…I’m a lot older than that.”

I crossed my arms under my breasts, using them to push my boobs up to draw his attention to my chest while I pouted. “So? Age is nothing but a number!”

He threw his hands up in frustration. “Naomi, be serious! This is very serious! I fucking came inside of you! Do you know what can happen to a woman when a man’s cum is inside of her?”

“She can get pregnant. I’m not stupid, Rip! I had Health class, remember?” I snapped.

“Have you even thought about what you would do if you got pregnant by me? Do you know what it would mean to be tied to me in that way? I don’t know if you remember, but me being a father caused a lot of issues in my marriage to your mother! Aren’t you worried about me being crazy over a baby and not giving a fuck about you?” he asked, and I could hear the pain in his voice.

I sighed as I sat up straighter. “Is that what this is about? You’re worried about having a baby with me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” I pressed, knowing there was something a lot deeper than just my age bothering him.

“Because for the last two decades, all I have wanted to do was be a father. I want a child that I can love and that will inherit everything I have when I die. I was a husband. Several times as a matter of fact, but none of those relationships ever worked out. The only time I was ever good enough was when I was with you. In your eyes there wasn’t anything I could do wrong. I was the one that hung your moon, and I was the one that you looked up to. I was the one that you needed to comfort you. I was the one that you ran to when something happened. It didn’t matter if it was good or bad. I was your person,” he told me. “That’s what I want, Naomi. I don’t want you to hate me for what I did to you last night. I shouldn’t have done it and if I had recognized you, I would have never done it. I have hoped and prayed that you would seek me out when you turned 18. I have thought about seeing you again every single day since I was forced to leave. Never once did I think that when I did see you again that I would take the most precious thing you have from you. I wanted to give you everything, not take it from you.”

I slowly got up to approach him, giving him the chance to back away from me if he wanted to, but he didn’t. I stopped in front of him, wrapping my arms around his waist as I leaned against his chest.

“You are still my person, Rip. Just because my mom separated us does not mean that my feelings for you have changed. They have grown a lot. I love you, Rip. I will always love you. What happened last night is not going to make me look at you any differently.” I paused to give a small laugh. “Well, maybe I won’t think of you as my father anymore, because that would just be weird, but I’m not going to just walk out of your life. I want to be here with you. I’ve been searching for you since the day I turned 18. I wanted you to be a part of my life again, but I couldn’t find you. I spent hours online searching for you, but you had no social media. I looked up your name and still nothing, but I wasn’t going to give up. I never thought that when I finally found you we would spend the night together like we did, but I’m glad we did. You made me feel things that I never thought I would feel. You made me feel beautiful, wanted, and very sure of who I was and what I could do.”

He sighed as he put his arms around my waist, holding me against his body. “What in the hell happened after I divorced your mother?”

“A lot, Rip. And no, I’m not ready to talk about it,” I whispered as I tilted my head back to look into his eyes. “But just know that when I am, it will be you that I tell.”

He sighed again as one of his hands came up to cup my face, while his thumb moved over my cheek. I let my eyes flutter close as I began to relax.

“Where do we go from here, Nomes? I can’t lose you again. Not when I just got you back,” he whispered, and the emotion in his voice made my eyes snap open.

“I told you, I’m not leaving you again. My mother can’t force us apart. What I do with my life, and who I chose to have in it is my choice. You’re my choice, Rip. I know what I want,” I murmured as I slowly moved my arms up his body until they were linked around his neck. “I know you want to go back to the way we were before, but I can’t. Not after last night. I want you in a way that daughters don’t want their ‘fathers’. I want you in a way that a woman wants a man.” I tilted my head back again so that I could look into his eyes. “Because that’s what we are. You are a man, and I am a woman. This isn’t wrong. What we did wasn’t wrong.”

He was silent for so long as he searched my face that I didn’t think that he would respond at all.

“Are you sure that you want a sexual relationship with me? It will never turn into a romantic one. It can’t,” he told me.

I nodded as I ran my fingers through the hair at his nape. “Yes, Rip. I fully understand what I’m asking you for.”

“And you promise to not leave me even if this type of relationship doesn’t work out between us?” he pressed.

“I do.”

He searched my face for a long moment before sighing. “Alright, but I want you to move in with me…”