Your Dad's Perfect
She breaks from the kiss, her eyes lock with mine, and in them, I see everything—love, desire, devotion.
She leans down, brushing her lips over mine in a soft, lingering kiss. Her heart races against my chest, matching the rapid beat of my own as we lose ourselves in the rhythm of our bodies. I pull her closer, guiding her movements, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room, each thrust driving us closer to the edge.
“I love you,” she whispers breathlessly, her lips grazing my ear. Her words ignite a fire inside me, one I can barely control.
“I love you more,” I reply, my voice thick with emotion. Loving her—this incredible, beautiful woman who has changed my life—feels almost