We stayed like that for a minute, an hour, a week. My orgasm slowly fading, contentment filling me, I lay on his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he caught his breath.
His hands swept gently over me, head to back to bum, started again and I’ve never felt so treasured in my entire life.
I cuddled into him, felt him gradually soften inside me.
“Am I too heavy?” I whispered.
“Never,” came his soft reply, then “Never too heavy, Sam.”
The love in his voice worked for me. I think we fell asleep like that.
Devon didn’t bring us coffee the next morning, but it was waiting when we arrived at the kitchen together.
Devon’s eyes dropped to my hand in his, back up to her father.
Paul didn’t flinch at her gaze.
Not even when she smiled.
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It was my first dress like this. I’d had dresses before, as a kid, as a teen and as a woman, but not like this. The others were for school, for playing, for church, for dates, for good times and for less good ones.
This was definitely for a good time. Devon and I had bought it together.
This one was white.