Yes, Daddies
Somewhere below, waves fold softly against the sand.
That night we make love slowly in the wide bed with the ocean murmuring beyond the open doors. There is no urgency, only care. They take turns moving inside me while the other holds me, kisses me, whispers quiet promises against my skin. Every touch feels like a vow. When I come apart it is with tears on my face, tears of overwhelm and gratitude and a love so large it barely fits inside my body. They hold me through it, murmuring soft praise, stroking my hair, reminding me again and again that I am safe and wanted and theirs.
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