Second Thoughts and Last Chances
By
Latikia
Edited by
The Old Fart
Copyright © 2007,
2008
Chapter 13
Eventually Izzy called home and spent about ten minutes reassuring Lilly and Peggy that we were okay, saying that she’d explain everything in greater detail when we got home. Then she spent three times as long drafting her resignation letter. We agreed that claiming ‘on recommendation of family physician’ wouldn’t really be a lie.
Two printed and signed letters in hand, one for the Assistant
Dean and one for the Board of Governors; we left the building just before
By
I’d just shut the front door behind us when Peggy and Lilly came tearing down the hall, feelings of concern and sympathy charging ahead of them like an armed escort. They book-ended Izzy and moved her quickly upstairs, ignoring me and the bemused expression on my face.
I removed my overcoat and hung it in the hall closet then headed to my study. Shutting the door, I removed my suit jacket and the shoulder holsters, unbuttoned and slipped out of my ruined shirt, dumping it into the wastebasket next to the desk. Unfastening the Kevlar vest’s straps I pulled it over my head and hung it over the back of the desk chair and began twisting and stretching.
In the center of my chest was a dark purple blotch about the size of my fist, the outer edges of which were already beginning to turn a brownish tan color.
I felt a sudden gut-wrenching knot of distress hit me just below the bruise, followed quickly by several electric jolts of fear, anger, confusion, relief and…irritation.
‘Won’t be long now.’ I thought to myself.
I was correct, it wasn’t long at all. I heard the pounding of feet on the floor, not terribly heavy sounding, so it wasn’t Izzy, and the length of time between footfalls was fairly short and quick.
The study door flew open. Peggy burst in and came to a screeching halt as I turned to face her. She took a long look at my chest. The expression on her face mirrored the flash of sorrow I felt lancing between us.
“Hey half-pint. How was your day?” I asked, stepping away from the desk. I walked to my favorite reading chair and eased myself into it, putting my feet up on the matching ottoman.
Peggy pulled herself together, swung the door closed without looking and approached me.
“From what I hear, nowhere near as exciting as yours.” she said.
I smiled. “It wasn’t that exciting.”
“Izzy tells it differently.”
“Well…it didn’t seem all that exciting to me.”
“You don’t think getting shot qualifies as exciting?”
“Didn’t do a thing for me. Although…Izzy was pretty turned on there for a few minutes, once she calmed down.”
“You’re a real asshole sometimes Ike.”
I smiled wider. “Yeah, I know.”
She shook her head, refusing to smile, even though I could feel that she wanted to.
“Does it hurt much?”
“Can’t you tell?” I asked.
She came closer, turned sideways and hopped up onto my lap. I put one arm around her shoulders and pulled her back against me. Peggy put her hand over the bruise and spread her fingers wide, the tips just reaching beyond the edges of color.
“Not really. There’s a lot of pain in you right now. I can’t separate one from the others.”
“It’s not that bad. Hurts less now, and it’s fading, just like the pain in my nose. By tomorrow I doubt I’ll notice it at all.”
“Were you really going to let her shoot you?”
“She told you about that, huh?”
“We don’t keep things from each other.”
I cocked an eyebrow at her. “Do tell…” I said mockingly.
Peggy flushed, anger and disappointment flared in her.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up.”
She turned her face away from me, refusing to meet my eyes.
“At first I was so angry with her. But after I had a chance to cool down and think about it… I believe her when she says she doesn’t remember. I don’t think she cheated on us with that man.”
“On us?”
“Yes, us.” Her head snapped back around and she glared up at me. “You know how much I love Izzy. Maybe it didn’t hurt me the way it did you, but it still hurt!”
“I know, and I’m sorry if I got overly wrapped up in my own pain and ignored yours.”
She waved one small hand, brushing away my words.
“It’s not a contest to see who got hurt the most.” She chuckled mirthlessly. “If it were, you’d win, hands down.”
Her head thumped into the center of my chest as she sagged against me.
“You know I love you.”
“I know.”
She was silent for several seconds.
“You and Lilly have been like parents to me, kind of. I know what you did for me, Ike. I didn’t forget nearly as much as I let on.”
“…never thought you did.”
“I owe you everything, and you never asked me for a thing in return.”
“If I thought you owed me something, I’d have collected by now. You needed help, so I helped. End of story.”
Her tiny fist hammered against my left nipple.
“Stop being so goddamned noble, will you!”
“I’m not being noble. Look, why don’t you stop dancing around whatever it is you’re trying to say and just say it?”
“Because I’m afraid.”
I waited and held her, waited as patiently as I knew how, knowing that she’d speak when she was good and ready.
Three minutes passed before she finally said anything.
“I’m in love with your sister.”
The corner of my mouth twitched slightly, but I held my tongue.
Neither of us spoke for close to a minute.
“I said…”
“I heard you the first time.” I interrupted gently.
“And…?” she raised her head off my chest, tilting her head back to look up at me.
“And what? You’re in love with Izzy. So am I. We have something in common besides our talent. What’s the problem?”
“You knew?” she accused angrily.
I sighed dramatically. “You girls really must think I’m stupid. Of course I knew. Kinda hard to miss. When I get out of bed in the morning, who’s the first one you try to cuddle up with? Izzy. The first words out of your mouth when you saw her the first time were about how beautiful she was. You’re the first one to take her side in any discussion or argument. Peggy, everyone knows you’re in love with Izzy…except maybe Izzy. You should tell her.”
“I didn’t want you, or her, to think I was trying to come between you.”
“Tell her, if you haven’t already.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Sweetie, I love Izzy with all my heart. All I ever wanted was to make her happy, because making her happy made me happy. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Nothing.”
“Even marrying me and Lilly?”
I should have known that one day the question would be asked. In my nightmares, it was always Lilly who asked…and I never had the right answer to give her.
“The three of you decided that between yourselves. All I did was buy the rings.”
“So you don’t really love us.” she accused.
I gave her a scathing look that would have had the heavyweight champion pissing himself. She just glared back.
“I’m not in the mood to be manipulated, Peggy.”
“You don’t love me! You only married me because it’s what Izzy wanted!”
“Did you agree to marry me just so you could be with Izzy?” I countered.
Her face paled and she looked as hurt as I’d ever seen her.
“You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted.” she said with utter conviction.
I smiled, ducked my head and brushed my lips against hers.
“Peggy, I married the three of you because it’s what all of you said you wanted. Because I love each one of you and I wanted you to be happy.”
“That’s it? That’s the only reason?” she hammered her fist even harder against my chest, reviving the pain beneath the bruise.
I caught her clenched fingers in my hand, wrapped my fingers tightly around her knuckles and squeezed very gently.
“No…not the only reason. I did it because I like the way loving the three of you makes me feel. And I love the way it feels when the three of you love me back. I need that feeling very badly.”
Her eyes got very wide. “You’re like I was.”
“In my own way I’m much worse.”
Her head dropped back against my chest and I released her fist from the confinement of my fingers.
“Just because I’m in love with Izzy, doesn’t mean I don’t love you too. Or Lilly.”
“I know that.”
“Sex with women just feels right somehow. Sex with you is…different. When I’m with Lilly or Izzy or…I get a happy, satisfied, warm feeling, you know? With you, it’s wilder, more like the difference between roller skating and riding a roller coaster. Kinky and forbidden, but exciting and exhilarating at the same time.”
“You like fucking Daddy?”
“Oh yeah.” she purred in her little girl voice. “Almost as much as I like getting fucked by Daddy.”
I had to laugh.
“Sweetie, sex with you girls is one of my favorite things in the whole world; one at a time, in threes or all together. But sex isn’t love; it only works for me because I love each of you. Peggy, it’s like I told the kids; love isn’t a contest. No prizes for the one who loves the most, no penalty for the one who loves the least. As long as you love me, as much as you can, and don’t hurt me…that’ll be enough. How I feel about each of you is different, but what I feel is exactly the same.”
“What do you feel?”
I smiled down into her upturned face, linked and doused my sweet little pixie with passion, protectiveness, admiration, desire and love.
Peggy squeaked once then shuddered violently. “Oh, god I love you!” she gasped, clawed her fingers down the center of the bruise on my chest and fainted.
I wondered, as I sat there holding her in my arms, how many other surprises lay in store for me that night.
After dinner the family scattered. Izzy and Belle were in the kitchen cleaning up and doing the dishes, Peggy and Lilly took AJ and Tink into the family room while Rosie grabbed a couple of pencils from my open briefcase and vanished.
I wandered around the house for a few minutes, lost in thought, before ending up at the door to my study. I went in, thinking I’d spend a little time catching up on my reading. I’d just pulled out a copy of The Prince when a scratching sound reached my ears.
In the far corner of the room, sitting at my desk with only a small lamp for light, was Rosie.
“Hey sweetie, whatcha doin’?”
“Drawing.”
“Oh. I’m just gonna sit here and read for a bit. I’m not bothering you, am I?”
“Nope.”
I eased myself down into my favorite reading chair, opened the book to the first page and started reading. I’d gotten half-way thru the first chapter before the sound of her pencil stopped and she spoke again.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah honey?”
“Am I pretty?”
“Very pretty.”
The answer seemed to satisfy her, and the scratching of her pencil resumed.
I waited, not looking at the book in my hands. Eight years of living with three women had taught me a thing or two, and I recognized an opening conversational gambit when I heard one. Her pencil stopped moving.
“Is mommy pretty?”
“Yes she is.”
“As pretty as Aunt Izzy?”
Snap! And the trap closes tightly, ensnaring another unwary animal within its iron jaws.
“Pretty means different things to different people, Rosie. Do you think a sunset is pretty?”
“Yeah.”
“How ‘bout the trees around our house when they’re covered with snow…are they pretty?”
“Yeah.”
“Are they the same kind of pretty?”
She was quietly thoughtful. “No. Different.”
“But still pretty, right?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s the same with just about everything. Not everyone likes the same things, and not everyone thinks the same things are pretty. Depends on the person. Do you think your mommy is pretty?”
“Not as pretty as Aunt Izzy or Peggy.”
I’d had similar discussions with young girls at the clinic, and had a fairly good idea where this was coming from and where it was heading.
“Do you think Belle and Tink are prettier than you?”
“Yeah.”
“What makes you think so?”
“I dunno. They just are.”
I set my book aside on the table next to my chair, got up and went to the largest of the four bookcases. Scanning the titles I removed the one I was looking for and returned to my chair.
“Why don’t you come over here and sit with me, sweetie.” I suggested gently.
Rosie pushed away from the desk and hopped down, walked over and stood in front of me. I tucked the new book between my thigh and the side of the chair, reached out, picked my little girl up and sat her on my lap. She snuggled back against me and relaxed.
I retrieved the book and opened it so we could both look at its pages. “Have you ever looked in this book before?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “No.”
“These are pictures of some very famous paintings. Some of the paintings are hundreds of years old.”
I slowly turned the pages, giving her time to examine the various images. I stopped at a double page image of the Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli.
“Do you think she’s pretty?” I asked, pointing to the figure standing in the large clamshell.
Rosie leaned forward and stared at the picture closely.
“She’s naked! And she’s almost as white as you.” my daughter observed.
“Yes she is, but do you think she’s pretty?”
“No. She’s kinda fat and her hair is stringy.”
I laughed softly and turned the page. “How ‘bout these girls? Are they pretty?” The two of us looked at a rather hefty pair of young blonds being hoisted up into the arms of a man on horseback…The Rape of the Daughters of Leucippus by Peter Paul Reubens, the inscription below the picture proclaimed.
“They’re really fat!” Rosie giggled.
“Believe it or not, there was a time when girls who looked like that were considered very beautiful.”
“Really?”
“Really. There are people even now who think women like this are very beautiful. Different people like different things.”
“What kind girls do you like Daddy?”
“I like smart, pretty, feisty girls. You think Aunt Izzy is beautiful…well, so do I. She’s very beautiful. She could be a movie star or a super model. Your Aunt Peggy is beautiful in a different kind of way. I think she’s cute the way a puppy is cute…all happy and full of curiosity, energy and life.”
“And mommy?”
I sighed very softly. “Your mommy isn’t easy to describe. She’s not as outwardly beautiful as Izzy, or cute the way Peggy is. She’s pretty on the outside…but when your mommy smiles at me I think she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known; more beautiful than the sunrise or a forest blanked in snow; more full of life and promise than springtime and warmer than summer.”
I looked down at my little girl. “Have you ever looked up at the night sky and seen all those stars?”
She nodded. “When your mommy smiles at me, I can see every single one of those stars in her eyes. And when she sits on my lap, like you are now, and I put my arms around her…remember when I showed you how much I love you?”
“Yeah, it was warm.” She said the last word with real feeling.
“Yes, warm. When I hold your mommy and she smiles, that’s how I feel inside. That’s pretty special, and that’s just a small part of what makes her beautiful.”
I gave Rosie a gentle squeeze around her slight shoulders. “And you know what?”
She shook her head, and dark tresses swayed, framing a hauntingly familiar set of features.
“One day, not very long from now, I bet you’ll be just as beautiful as your mom.”
“Really?”
“Cross my heart.” I promised.
Rosie buried her face against my ribs, threw her arm across my chest and squeezed as hard as she could.
I closed the book and set it on top of The Prince. Then I held my baby girl and enjoyed those few minutes of closeness; minutes that were becoming more and more infrequent as she grew up.
There was a soft shuffling near the door, and I caught a quick glimpse of movement along with a faint snuffling sound. I smiled to myself and rubbed my hand over Rosie’s back.
Finally she pushed away, so I released my hold on her. She looked up into my face, a curious look in her eyes.
“You look like Aunt Izzy.” she announced.
“You think so?”
She nodded her head briskly. “Kinda like Grandpa too, but not as much.”
I tilted my head a little to one side. “Well, when people live together for a long time, everyone says they start to look like alike.”
“No…not like old people. I’ll show you.” she said, and crawled down off my lap, running quickly to the desk and snatching up the paper she’d been drawing on. She came running back and thrust the paper at me. I took it from her hands, giving her a questioning look.
I glanced down at the paper and my heart lurched, nearly coming to a complete stop.
“This is what you were drawing, honey?”
She nodded, smiling timidly. “Do you like it?”
Did I like it? Like was too feeble a word for what I was thinking and feeling. I couldn’t draw that well. There were professional artists who couldn’t draw that well. Seven year olds weren’t supposed to be able to draw that well.
It was a line drawing, a pencil sketch, of the photograph I kept on my desk. The one the girls and I had made just before our first date together. Without color, using only pencil for shading and contrast, Rosie had captured our likenesses. I mean she really captured us.
And for the first time in my life I actually saw the resemblance. Izzy and I did look alike. Without the pigmentation differences in skin and hair, we looked almost like twins.
“This is…wow! I had no idea you were so talented.”
“It’s just a dumb ol’ picture.” she demurred bashfully.
I looked up from the paper in my hands. “Honey, this is not just a picture. It’s much more than that. Tell me something, Rosie…are you as smart as Tink?”
She shrugged. “No one’s as smart as Tink. She’s smarter than our teacher.”
“But you get good grades too, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but not as good as Tink.”
“Are you as big and strong as Belle?”
She frowned just a little and I could sense a bit of jealousy hiding there. “No. She’s bigger and stronger than most of the third graders.”
“You’re pretty good at kick-ball and jump-rope though, right?”
“I guess so.”
“And you’re bigger and stronger than Tink or AJ.”
“Yeah.” she nodded.
“Can either of your sisters draw as well as you?”
“Nuh-uh, they don’t like to draw. Belle likes to run and play outside, and Tink likes to read a lot.”
“And you like to draw.”
Her pretty face lit up brilliantly as she grasped what I was telling her.
“I’m different.”
“Yes you are.”
“Is it really a good picture Daddy?”
“Honey, when I look at your picture it makes me feel warm inside.”
Her face lit up as if bathed in sunlight, her eyes bright and gleaming, and the gap toothed smile she gave me grabbed hold of my heart and threatened to tear it right out of my chest.
“You smile just like your mom.” I told her, my voice catching in my throat.
“I do?” she asked happily.
“Oh yeah. Beautiful smile from a beautiful girl.”
Rosie blushed as red as the flower she was named for.
She climbed up on my lap, kneeled on my thigh, put her hands on my shoulder and kissed my stubbly cheek. I wrapped her up in my arms and held her close, brushing my lips lightly against her forehead.
“Would you do something for me Rosie?”
“Sure Daddy.”
“Draw me a special picture.”
She pulled back a little. “What kind?”
“One of your mom and me?”
Her smile increased in wattage and I could feel my heart swelling with pride and love.
“Okay.”
“Lilly? Why don’t you stop lurking out there and come on in?” I aimed my words at the doorway.
Rosie looked over her shoulder and we both watched as Lilly hesitantly moved into the open doorway.
“I was just wondering where Rosie had wandered off to. I wasn’t eavesdropping.” she said defensively.
I smirked slightly and winked. “Sure you weren’t.” I teased.
I set Rosie down on the floor. “Got another sheet of paper you can draw on?” I asked her.
“Uh-huh.” and she raced back to the desk.
I looked up at Lilly and patted my thighs. “Have a seat.” I suggested.
“What’s going on Ike?” I guess she really hadn’t been eavesdropping.
“Rosie is going to draw a picture for me.”
I slid the first picture under the books on the table next to my chair. Lilly walked over and daintily perched on my right thigh, her legs between my legs. I scooped her legs up with my left arm and draped them over my left leg, planting her firm round rump directly over my suddenly aroused cock.
Lilly gasped faintly, shimmied her hips, getting herself into a more comfortable, making me even harder and giggled girlishly.
“You randy goat.” she whispered.
I growled deep in my chest and thrust my growing erection up against her denim clad bottom.
“Sexy mommies bring out the beast in me.” I whispered back. Twisting my upper body around, I leaned down and quickly ran the tip of my tongue around Lilly’s lips. She groaned, opened her mouth just a little, trapping my tongue between her soft lips, gently sucking.
“Ewww!” Rosie exclaimed, returning with her paper and pencils.
Lilly pulled back reluctantly, drawing my tongue with her, before releasing it from between her lips. She sighed loudly and smiled.
Stars and the promise of pleasures to come gleamed in her eyes.
I lifted my eyes to look at Rosie. “See what I mean?” I asked her.
My little girl grinned and nodded her head enthusiastically. She walked over to the end table and picked up the art book we’d been looking at and carried it over to the only other chair in the study. Climbing up she wiggled around, getting comfortable, and then put the book in her lap, placed the paper on top of it and started drawing.
“Honey, what’s this all about?” Lilly asked, a dreamy expression on her face as she melted back against me.
“I told you…we’re posing. Rosie’s drawing a picture for me.”
“Of us?”
“Yup.”
“I didn’t know Rosie liked to draw.”
“I just found out myself a few minutes ago. She doesn’t think they’re very good.”
Across the floor, Rosie flushed slightly, but her pencil continued moving with smooth, confident strokes and the occasional little flurry.
Lilly turned her head to look at her daughter. “You could have shown them to me, sweetheart. I’d love to see them.”
Rosie looked up at her mother and frowned. “Look at Daddy like you were…I want to get this right.” she commanded.
Lilly smiled fondly at her baby girl. “Sorry.” she apologized, and returned to looking up at me.
“You’ll see.” I promised her, staring deeply into her eyes and linked with my little flower. I started sending her tiny threads of love and affection, warm little tendrils that wormed their way thru her entire body.
“Oooooh, honey.” she gasped softly, lifting one small hand to trace the line of my jaw. “That is soooooo…” She looked so happy and content in that instant; I wished I could just stay right where I was for the rest of eternity.
“I know I don’t say it often enough, but I love you Lilly. Very, very much.”
“I know you do. I knew even before you told me the first time.”
“Oh?”
She beamed up at me. “There’s so much love inside you, Ike. Even when you try to hide it, it still gets out.”
And up the link, forcing its way against the flow of feelings I was sending to her, came a flare of unrestrained affection, admiration, adoration, love, lust and desire that hit me harder and more unexpectedly than any bullet ever had.
My eyes widened and every muscle in my body trembled. It took a supreme effort of self control on my part to keep from ripping her clothes off right there and then.
I could feel the heat building behind my eyes, and a lake of tenderness filling in my heart.
Damn it was so warm!
“Looks like there’s quite a bit in you too, little flower.” I finally managed to say.
I didn’t think it was possible, but Lilly’s smile increased in magnitude and its effect on me was even more dramatic.
I’m sure I’ve never been as hard or as horny as I was right then.
“You keep that up and Rosie’s going to get a chance to do a nude study.” I warned her, my voice dropping half an octave.
Her eyelids drooped and she smiled seductively. The heat emanating from between her legs was approaching the level of the warmth I felt swimming thru my veins.
“…guess you’d better exercise a little of the self control you’re so famous for then.” she chuckled.
“There isn’t a hell of a lot left.” I took a couple of shallow breaths and exhaled slowly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been seduced before.”
“Is that what I’m doing?” she asked lazily, grinding her ass against my cock.
“Isn’t it?”
“Finished!” Rosie announced, hopping down off the chair, dropping the art book on the cushion along with her pencils then hurried over, holding the paper out to me.
I took the paper from her hands and examined it carefully, blinking several times to clear my vision.
Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable.
The simplicity and quickness of her work were overshadowed by the elegance and depth of emotion portrayed by those simple lines. Two people holding one another tenderly, obviously infatuated and happily ignoring the rest of the world, focusing their attention only on the person in front of them.
I don’t spend much time looking at my own image in mirrors. I never have. I generally don’t like what I see there.
But Rosie had captured her mother’s image as though she’d used a camera. I knew every curve, every soft swell and taut muscle displayed in that image; the lowered eyelids, the sleepy seductiveness, the brilliance of her beaming smile and the supple softness of her shoulders and hips. She’d seen it all and put it down for me in that drawing.
And if the drawing of her mother was any indication, then the way she portrayed me was even more eye opening.
I looked huge in comparison to Lilly’s figure, more like a father holding a small child in his arms than a lover. But the face…the way she drew my face…straight lines and sharp angles, edges for cheekbones and jaw, an eagle’s beak of a nose, high wide forehead and oriental eyes. But it was more than just a framework face. Love and tenderness showed thru. Heartbreaking tenderness and adoration blazed from the eyes and in the way the hand rested on her cheek, with just the pads of the fingertips touching her skin.
I blinked away a tear that was forming in my eye and handed the picture to Lilly.
“Take a good look at what our little girl can do.” I said shakily.
Lilly took the paper from my hand and her jaw dropped.
“Oh my…” she gasped. Tears started running down her cheeks and a powerful mix of relief and joy exploded out and washed over me. Lilly couldn’t take her eyes off the paper.
“Mommy?” Rosie asked hesitantly.
I gave Lilly a little squeeze as she clutched the picture with both hands to her chest.
“It’s beautiful, baby…just beautiful.” she finally managed to get out thru her tears.
“Why are you crying Mommy?” Rosie was getting worried about her mother’s reaction to her drawing, afraid she’d done something wrong.
Lilly got off my lap and dropped to her knees on the floor and pulled our daughter into her arms, hugging her tightly.
“She likes it, sweetie.” I told her. “She likes it a lot.”
My daughter’s sweet little face was pressed against her mother’s thick hair, nearly half obscured by the wild strands, but I could see her pleased and happy smile, growing larger and more dazzling by the second.
I removed the first picture from under the book on the end table.
“Why don’t you go show this one to your Aunts?” I suggested, holding the paper out.
Lilly released her hold and Rose took the picture from my hand.
“Is it really a good picture Daddy?” she asked.
“Sweetie, it’s so good I’m going have you sign it and then I’m gonna have it framed and hang it on the wall so everyone can see how talented you are.”
“Thanks Daddy.” she said with a bright blush, turned and ran out.
“Thank you baby.” I replied softly.
Lilly was still on her knees, crying and holding the picture against her breasts. I got up out of the chair, scooped her up and cradled her in my arms.
She smiled up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks, relief and happiness bathing the both of us.
“I was afraid she’d be like me.”
I shook my head sadly. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do.”
“I know I’m not as pretty as Izzy or Peggy. And I’m not smart like all of you are. I can’t do anything special or important. But I’ve known for a long time that Tink and Belle were going to be like you. And yesterday I saw for the first time that AJ was too.”
“You were afraid that Rose would be ordinary, like you. Right?” She nodded, embarrassed by the admission.
I sat us back down in my reading chair. “You’ve raised my children, all of my children, almost single handedly. You handle the finances, and all the other chores that go with making a home. Without you, none of us would have a home; a house maybe, but not a home. You’re the heart and soul of this family Lilly. Never forget that. There is very little about you, my love, that is ordinary.”
I bent down and kissed her tenderly. When I pulled back, her tears had stopped and the dreamy smile was back on her lips.
“And if you ever again think that you aren’t beautiful, just take a look at that picture. The woman on that paper is a goddess. I’d do anything she wanted, if she’d smile at me that way.”
Lilly’s eyes sparkled and the tip of her tongue traced the inner edges of her succulent lips.
“Now who’s seducing who?” she said, her voice low and hoarse.
I filled the link between us with my love, desire and lust. But mostly with love.
Lilly grabbed my hair and pulled my lips back down against hers, moaning and groaning until the strength of the emotions caused her to collapse.
I sat there with her, nuzzling her cheek and stroking her hair until she came to, half an hour later.