Touch Me, Daddy
My climax rocks me straight down to my center, and my arms give out from underneath me.
I collapse on top of her and clutch her to my chest, letting my heart pound against hers, basking in the moment we both experienced.
She nestles her face into the crux of my arm, and I feel moisture there. I look down and see tears spilling from her eyes. Instinctually, I feel my protective urge kick in.
"Angel, are you crying?"
"Yes," she replies, laughing and crying at the same time. "But it's okay. They're happy tears. That...that was amazing, Daddy."