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An Unnaturally Natural Desire Ch. 01

By: CraveTheNeed



The year I turned 18 my mom remarried. Aside from a birthday and Christmas card every year, I never knew my father. Didn't even know what he looked like. When I was old enough mom told me I was the result of a one night stand, and though she didn't regret having me for even a moment, she still used my conception as a warning. Though they were both still pretty young my dad offered to get married after they found out about me, but mom declined. Told him she didn't love, hardly knew him, and that her and I would be just fine without him. She dated a few times, but never really let things get serious with anyone until George came along. I mean, he is a nice guy and all, but he's just so old looking and boring!

I just graduated high school, and was planning to take a year off before heading off to college. Don't get me wrong, I was a good student. Straight A's, co-captain of the cheerleading squad, into all the honors clubs. I just wanted a break, no real reason for it. So when mom announced the day after graduation that her and George had eloped and we're going to be taking an extended honeymoon I was just a bit shocked, as I'm sure you can imagine. When I asked where I was supposed to go, what I was supposed to do, she dropped an even bigger bomb. Evidently, she called my father (who I have never met, mind you) and he was willing to let me live with him until I decided to go to college. Said he hadn't been able to take care of me up until now, and he was going to start. I asked wouldn't his wife mind and mom scoffed "He's still single." Nervous as Hell, I packed up and shipped out, halfway across the country to California.

Waiting outside the airport for my dad to arrive I was distinctly aware of the stares I was getting from many of the male (and female) passer-bys. Iv never exactly been skinny, but I always felt my body suited me just right. At 5 foot 7 I wore a size 7 pants and 36C bra size, still thin but curvy. It was never my intention to dress or look sexy, but I always just seemed to give off that vibe. Yes, Iv been sexually active for just over a year. But I am not the kind of girl who sleeps around. I am a one man kind of girl. Though, to be honest, I do enjoy the stares.

Bright California sunshine warmed my lightly tanned skin. A cool costal breeze fluttered my white mini ruffle skirt. I had to keep my hands down so I wouldn't end up giving everyone a peep show. The white halter top I wore showed just enough cleavage to tease, but still remain relatively modest. Long, wavy, dark brunette locks that hung down to the middle of my back stirred slightly in the breeze. I was anxious, standing there all alone. My one suitcase beside my long, smooth legs.

As I waited, I couldn't help but wonder what he would look like. Was he old and ugly now, like George? I rather hoped he would be easier on the eyes, but I wasn't counting on it. I always assumed I looked like my father, since I hardly resembled my mother, aside from my ocean blue eyes. So imagine my surprise when a handsome stranger with nearly black soft locks, eyes such a deep blue they were almost black, over 6 foot, and definitely the body of a surfer, walked up and said "Rory?" I stared with eyes as round as saucers, but after a moment I recovered myself.

"I look nothing like you! I really thought Id look like you at least a little..."

With a warm chuckle he said "Well, if it makes you feel better, you do slightly resemble my younger sister."

We both attempted a nonchalant laugh,. After a few awkward seconds he stepped in and gave me an even more awkward hug. With an adorable shrug he grabbed up my bag and said "Lets get you home. Iv got you room all set up."

Having never been to San Diego I greatly enjoyed the drive to his house. So many new sights and sounds! As we drove, he pointed out buildings and attractions, and as we made our way slightly up the coast we both felt a sense of ease and comfort come over us. I liked him. He was cool, and funny, and nice to look at. I was grateful to discover he wasn't poor. He did drive the newest model Mustang after all. But I figured he wasn't exactly rich. He never sent me presents or anything, just the cards. So again with the surprise when we pull into the drive of a gorgeous two story Spanish style home on ocean front property. My jaw dropped and in completely unconcealed surprise I spouted "Whoa... I didn't know you were rich! Why didn't you ever send me gifts or anything?"

His expression dropped just a little and with a slight shrug he said "For the first 6 years I did. But your mother kept sending them back. She said she wanted no more interaction from me then the cards."

Now I was confused... "If she didn't want interaction, then why did she call YOU to have me move here?"

Again with a soft shrug he said "No idea Rory. But I am very glad she did. I have always loved you hun, even though we've never met until now." With a big grin he got out of the car, retrieved my suitcase, and lead the way inside.

As he opened the door, I was in awe. His home was gorgeous! Well kept, and certainly well decorated and furnished, but it still felt and looked lived in and comfortable. I couldn't help myself from asking "So how did you get rich Ryan?"

He gave me a funny look and immediately I realized how rude I was to have asked! I fumbled out a quick apology but he raised his hand. "No, no, that's fine Rory. You can ask me anything you want and I will always answer truthfully. I was just caught by surprise that you called me Ryan. I guess I had it in my head you would call me Dad or something. Its alright though, I understand. Perhaps someday."

He started to head toward the stairs, but abruptly stopped and turned to me saying "Oh, and I made all the money with a chain of restaurants I started just shy of 18 years ago."

With my interest piqued I asked "Oh? What kind of restaurants? What's the name?"

I hadn't expected him to look embarrassed but he blushed just a little and said "Rory's Roadhouse. Steak & Seafood." He turned and lead the way up the stairs. After a few moments my brain caught up from the flattered shock. He had just touched my heart. I raced after him.

He was standing in front of a door and as I walked up he said "This is your room. You've got your own bathroom. My room is across the hall and two doors down. Kitchens downstairs, you can help yourself to anything there except any alcohol you happen to find. Hot tub, garden, and lap pool out back, ocean up front, and since I work from home if you need anything you can find me."

He opened the door and let me walk in first. The room was far more then I had hopped for. Huge windows with flowing curtains were open, letting in the cool ocean breeze. A large sleigh bed made of dark mahogany took center stage. Even with a matching desk, matching book cases, a reading chair, and a full stand alone mirror the room was still so huge and spacious. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped me, and with genuine feeling I swung around and threw my arms around his neck.

"Thank you! Oh its lovely! Thank you Dad!"

His smile was breathtaking and with an adorable grin he said "Anything for you honey. I am glad you like it. And you haven't even seen the closet yet!"

I studied his smile, his face, his eyes. He really was a gorgeous man. I reached up and hugged him again, but this time I felt a stirring in the pit of my stomach. I pulled myself away and without looking said "Thanks Dad. I'm going to take a bit of a nap I think. Pretty tired."

He kissed the top of my head and as he pulled the door closed said "Holler if you need me." I walked to the bed, and after testing it, discovered that it was a perfect mix of soft and firm. I stretched out on it and tried to figure out the weird feeling in my stomach. He was good looking, yeah. But I didn't know him, and besides, he was my father! But he is so damn hot... Eventually I dismissed the thought. I finished unpacking, explored the house, and got used to my surroundings. I found him in his study and sat in one of the chairs quietly. After a moment he looked up from his screen. We both looked, then for no real reason I started laughing. He followed suit, and we slipped right back in to the easy comfort. We talked for hours and hours about everything and anything. Well after 3 in the morning we finally went our separate ways and I slept better then I can ever remember.

The next morning I woke up starving. I threw on a robe and made my way to the kitchen. As I was making some toast I heard a noise outside on the deck, and as I went out to investigate I walked right in to my fathers completely naked body, rock hard and wet. I gasped and he scrambled an apology grabbing his wetsuit from the ground and covering his rather enormous cock.

"I'm so sorry Rory! I got some sand in my wetsuit and I was just rinsing off!"

I shrugged and apologized saying "Oh its fine! I didn't see anything. Sorry!"

I ran back to my room and threw myself down on the bed. I couldn't understand it. My panties were soaked. I kept yelling in my head "He's your father! Your father!" but even so, I couldn't control my hand from sliding my panties off and fondling my hot, swollen clit. I rolled over and shoved my face in a pillow to keep from screaming as I brought myself to the most body shaking orgasm of my life.

From then on, I couldn't help but roam his body with my eyes when I thought he wasn't looking. I would try to steel glimpses of him naked in the mornings after a surf. He had the tendency to walk around shirtless, and I certainly didn't argue. As time went on I made sure to wear my sexiest clothes. Still not trashy, but shorter skirts, tighter shirts. My pj's went from flannel to itty bitty shorts and one of his old t-shirts. I would walk in front of him even if I didn't have to. Stick my round tight butt out when I bent to pick something up. I wanted to show off my body. And I was greatly pleased when he started ogling my body when he thought I wasn't looking.

Every night I would lay in bed and think of his body just a few doors down. I couldn't stop myself from using the vibrator I had ordered online before I had moved. Every night I would bring myself to orgasm sliding the long shaft in and out of my dripping pussy. Imagining him thrusting his long thick cock deep inside me. Little did I know that a few doors down he would lay awake fighting with himself, reminding himself I was his daughter, and yet still unable to keep his hand off his hot throbbing cock.

It had been a few months, and still I couldn't shake the thought of him. We went out to eat at one of his restaurants and he had had quite a few drinks. As the cab dropped us off I led him inside and placed him on the couch. I slid off his shoes, making sure he got a good view of my firm breasts. I don't know what came over me but I stood and leaned over him. Reaching down I began to undo his belt. After a moment he grabbed my wrist and said "What're you doing?!"

"I just want to help you out Dad. You're pretty drunk."

"I am not that drunk Rory. I sobered mostly up on the way home."

I leaned closer and whispered in his ear "I just want to help you..." and reaching back down unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. Then I jumped back and grinned "Lets watch a movie! Go get in your pjs and get right back here. Hurry!" I ran upstairs and anxiously waited until I heard him pass to his room. I put on my sexiest little night dress. Thin and soft and barely reaching mid thigh. I ran back down stairs and put in the scariest movie of his I could find, set a beer out for him, and waited.

He finally came back in just his boxers and t-shirt. He shrugged and said "You said pjs. This is it. Sort of." He settled in beside me on the couch, stealing glanced at my boobs when he could.

As the move went on I made sure to grab hold of him every time it got scary, pressing my chest against his arm. He eventually put his arm around my shoulder, and I maneuvered my legs across his lap. Halfway though I realized the movie was pretty scary and kept my face hidden against his shoulder. He finally stopped the movie and said "We don't have to finish it. Its got a crappy ending anyways". 

But neither of us moved. I pulled myself tighter against him as he began running his hand up and down my silky smooth legs. I could feel his cock starting to grow beneath my thigh as I began running my hand along his neck and chest. I leaned up and kissed just below his ear. At first he froze, but as I continued my kissing he melted and starting rubbing my thighs just a bit higher. I was so wet I am sure he could smell it. I just couldn't stop myself...

I quickly sat up and before he could protest straddled his lap. Grabbing his face I leaned in and kissed him as hot and hard and heavy as I could. His response was immediate. His hands cupped my tight ass and his tongue pushed mine out of the way. A few short seconds later he pushed me back "No! No... You are my daughter!" I just sat there, grinding my pussy against his solid cock.

I leaned foreword and softly nibbled on his ear, then whispered "You think I'm pretty, don't you?" Weakly he nodded. I slid a hand between us slowly. "You like my body, don't you?" Again, he nodded. Through his pants I began rubbing his cock. Biting his ear I made a soft sensual moan and eagerly whispered "Then so what? I need your body and you need mine. This isn't wrong. It's a natural need, and a natural desire..." Before I could finish he pulled me back and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, crushing his lips to mine, and fiercely running his hands all over my body.

I ripped off his t-shirt and ran my nails down his chiseled chest. He massaged my tits through the night gown but eventually pulled it off me and eagerly, longingly, pulled one of my hard perk nipples into his hot mouth. I groaned in pleasure, and could feel my pussy juice running down my legs. As he sucked and roughly fondled he rolled me on to my back on the couch and sat back. He kneeled between my legs, eyes filled with lust and the deepest carnal desire. He ripped my thin, soaked panties off, threw his boxers across the room, and laid his burning body on top of me. Kissing me passionately, his hand made its way down my body to my wet throbbing center. Slowly, he slid one finger in and I moaned deeply, arching my hips up to his hand. He slid a second finger in, and as he sucked and bit my pink nipple he finger fucked me until I screamed his name as the orgasm swept through my entire body. He kissed me gently as I came back down to earth, slowly rubbing his cock against my pulsing pussy.

When my breathing became less ragged he began kissing his way down, bringing his delicious mouth ever closer to my burning lips. Without any inhibition, he spread open my labia and took one long, torturous lick from my flowing hole to my rock hard clit. Lapping up every drop of juice he rubbed my clit with his thumb, then he would switch and suck on my clit as he used three fingers to fucked me. All too soon I was rocked again with the most powerful orgasm of my life. But to my regret, when I came to, he was sitting on the far side of the couch, his head on his hands, and his cock hard as stone.

I slipped to the floor and made my way in front of him. Reaching in I grabbed his glorious member in my hand. Reveling in the heat and size and desperate to taste the sweet precum dripping down its length. With my other hand I pulled his chin up and kissed him greedily. Tasting my juices on his lips turned me on even more and I gripped his cock even tighter in my hand. He gasped and moaned and I took my chance to push him back and have free reign to explore his beautiful tool.

He gave in and leaned back as I slowly, exploringly jacked him up and down. After my eyes had had their fill I leaned in and ever so tenderly touched the bead of precum coming out with the tip of my tongue. He made an involuntary groan, and that only encouraged me more. Taking his cock in my mouth I eagerly and greedily sucked and licked and jacked his red hot rod. I hadn't been around much but I knew enough to know he was exceptionally huge. I couldn't fit half the cock down my throat. But I tried. I wanted to. As I moved my head up and down in an attempt to suck as much of him as I could he found the back of my head with both his hands and began to desperately fuck my mouth. I could tell by his urgency he was very close to coming. So with all my might I sucked as hard as I could, massaging his balls, and ignored my gag reflex as his cock slid into my throat over and over.

His body tensed and in a split second hot salty cum was splashing the back of my throat. He roared my name as he continued thrusting, squirting more and more. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but there was so much it was dribbling down my chin. As his climax subsided he sunk down into the couch and laid there staring at the ceiling. I sat on the floor between his legs, but after a while of silence I stood and made my way to my room smiling. I didn't know what would happen next, or how he was feeling, but I had just had the best experience of my life. I washed up in my bathroom and slipped in to my bed, still naked and smiling. I held my breath as I heard him walk past to his room and sighed with mingled relief and disappointment.

Thoroughly exhausted from two amazing orgasms it didn't take me long to drift off to sleep. I slept deeper and harder then I have ever before, and when the sun shinned its yellow light in to my room I woke feeling completely rested and refreshed. I laid there for a while thinking about what I had done last night and a sense of unease began to creep in to my stomach. What if he kicked me out? What if he told my mother? Or even worse, what if he never wanted to do it again? I was startled out of my worry by a light knock on my bedroom door. I let out a soft "Come in" as I made sure I was covered with my blanket.

Dad walked in, a beach towel wrapped around his waist, fresh from his morning surf. He stood beside my bed, smelling salty and delicious, looking down at me and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. He quietly asked "Do you fully understand what we did last night?" I nodded. "Do you understand that it is totally and completely socially wrong?" I nodded again. "Do you regret it?" 

I sat up a little and looking him straight in the eye said with complete certainty "No, not for a second."

"Me neither." He whispered with a huge sigh and smile.

As he leaned in to kiss me I sat up and let the blanket fall down, exposing my young full breasts. He groaned into my mouth as his hands eagerly sought to grope me. And I couldn't help but think that this all had to be a dream.

An Unnaturally Natural Desire Ch. 02



This must be a dream. I just can't believe that I am sitting here in my bed kissing this sexy surfer, his hand groping my young tits, and his gorgeous cock just inches away. This sexy surfer isn't just anyone though... He's my father. 

Up until a few months ago, I had never met my father. Mom married again and I moved here, to this lovely ocean front home. The attraction was immediate between he and I. And after a few months I just couldn't control myself any longer. I had to have him. I needed him. And lucky for me, he felt the same. Oh this really must be a dream... 

I groaned into his eager mouth as he pinched my left nipple. Shivers of pain and delight slid down my spine. Pulling my head back gently with my hair, he leaned his head down and took my other pink nipple into his warm, moist mouth. A soft whimper escaped my lips, lost and burning in this delightful torture. I blindly reached for his steadily growing member. Running my nails softly up his thigh I cupped his balls in my hand, stroking his scrotum with the tip of my index finger. He groaned and sucked my nipple in deeper, causing my whole body to convulse. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and began stroking him up and down. I heard his breathing get heavier which made my young pussy drip with delight. I pushed his head away from my breasts and gripping his cock, pulled him closer to the bed. 

Looking up into his deep blue eyes I bent over and slowly ran my tongue up the length of his dick. I traced my tongue around the head. Closing my eyes I pulled him in to my mouth tasting his warm precum and the residual salt on his skin from this mornings surf. He moaned as I sucked him deeper and deeper. He gently ran his fingers through my hair, placing his hands on the back of my head. I continued with my slow, steady pace, listening to his breathing and reveling in the feel of his delicious skin. I heard his breath quicken the same instant his hands griped my hair. He started trusting in to my eager mouth, grunting and moaning as I sucked even harder. Suddenly he stopped and took a step back. Looking down at me he smiled and with an adorable shrug said "Wasn't going to last much longer. Just give me a sec." 

As he stood there watching I pushed my covers down to the foot of my bed. Lying back, I gave him a full view of smooth toned body. I spread my legs just enough to tease as I slid a finger in to my mouth. I trailed my wet fingertip down my body, circling one nipple, tracing my navel, and ever so slowly finding my warm center. Wet with desire I easily slid my finger in, arching my back and moaning in pleasure as I kept eye contact with him. Rubbing my clit I spread my legs a little more and was delightedly repaid by a deep moan from a few feet away. I reached over and once again gently pulled him to the bed by his cock. He stood just above me, eyes roaming my young naked body. He slipped a hand between my thighs pushing his own fingers into my pussy. Rubbing my clit with his thumb he started to finger fuck me faster, and faster, and all too soon I was involuntarily bucking my hips against his hand. Just in time I sat up and quickly shoved his hand away. His eyes meet mine and I could see his concern. With a big mocking grin I said "Wasn't going to last much longer." 

We stayed that way for a moment, our blue eyes keeping contact. His fingers slick with my juices fondling my nipple, my hand slowly stroking his hard cock. I closed my eyes and took a big breath. Pulling him a little closer I looked back up and all but whispered "Fuck me... Fuck me please..." 

Not a second passed before his desperately yearning body was on top of me. And oh how I loved the feel of him! His hard chiseled chest pressing against my soft breasts. His long, lean thighs settling between my own. And his hot hard cock pressing against my pussy. Eagerly and passionately, all desire evident, he ravaged my mouth, kissing as hard and deep as he could. His large rough hands fiercely roamed my body. I wrapped my thighs around his ass, my nails softly scratching at his broad sexy back. After too short a time he reigned in his desperate passion and slowed down. Trailing kisses along my jaw he began such wicked torture as he softly bit and sucked below my ear. Grinding his hips against mine I could feel his cock sliding up and down my pussy lips. It felt delicious, but I wanted him in me. I needed him now. Sliding a hand between us I grab his cock and guided the head toward my dripping entrance. I looked into his deep blue eyes and with a sweet smile whispered "I need you to fuck me, Daddy. Do you want to fuck me?" 

With a deep groan I could feel rumble through his chest he answered by thrusting his cock deep inside my. The initial surprise forced the air from my lungs as my back arched, pressing me against him. He groaned my name against my ear and for just a moment that seemed like forever that's how we stayed. My arms and legs wrapped around him. One of his hands beneath my head, fingers entwined in my hair, the other hand holding on to my soft tit. I could feel his breath on my skin with his head tucked against my neck. Slowly my body relaxed its tense arch as I become accustomed to his size. I had never had anything quite so long, and certainly nothing quite so wide, inside me before. Even after my body relaxed he still just laid there, hardly moving. I pushed my ass down against the bed letting some of his dick slide out and then lifted back up, reveling in the feel of his huge hot rod. 

He pushed himself up onto his arms and looked down at me. He leaned in and softly kissed the tip of my nose. Leaning back again (as I melt against the feeling of his hips pressing down on me) he released a shaky unsure breath and said "I love you Rory" and before I had a chance to reply he pulled back and thrust his cock back inside, as deep as he could go. I could feel the electricity running through my body as he pumped in and out, in and out. Every shove in feeling deeper then the one before, and every pull out leaving my pussy achingly empty and eager. 

Slowing down his pace he wrapped an arm around the back of my head laying his weight on top of me and seeking my mouth with his own. His other hand slid back and forth between groping my tit, massaging my side, and squeezing my tight ass. I felt like I was floating. I was higher then I've ever been. I have never felt like this. Aside from his mind blowing skill and impressive size, I have never felt this... loved before.

As his cock pressed along my g-spot a growl escaped me and with a desperate groan I pulled him to me. My lips beside his ear I moaned out "Daddy... Oh Daddy... I love you! Never stop, please! Ooooh fuck! Daddy!!" Every time "Daddy" would escape my lips his next thrust would be harder, more demanding. I knew with this pace I wouldn't last much longer, but I didn't want to cum yet. I started to ask him to slow down, but almost as though he could ready my mind he slowed down in mid thrust.

Tucking his head against my neck he laid his weight on top of me. Rather then thrusting in and out he began to drag his body up mine just a little, then drag back down. The sensation of this was amazing! His pelvic bone would drag against my clit as his cock pulled from inside me with just enough change of angle to send all kinds of new signals running wildly through my body. I must have stopped breathing, though I hadn't noticed, so caught up in the new sensations. His hand gently caressed my face and he whispered into my neck "Breath baby. My beautiful angel. Breath." 

I took in a lung full of air but the breath stopped abruptly when he quickly pulled himself up and slammed his cock hard into me. My arms flailing wildly, reaching for his body he continued to thrust hard in to me, steadily picking up the pace. He dragged my body down the bed a little, lifting my hips just enough. And that was it. I began screaming out "Daddy! Daddy! Oooooh!! My! Daaaaddy!" He fell forward, his hands on either side of my head; his body still arched above me and continued to crash his hips against mind. "Come on baby! Cum for me! Let me feel it baby! Let me feel you cum!" And with one last scream of his name an orgasm so powerful I was literally seeing stars washed over my body. Arching up, my muscles shaking, my pussy clamped down on his burning cock. He slowed his pace and came to a near stop. 

As I came back down from my high I could tell by the look on his face that it was taking immense effort for his part not to cum. For a minute we just laid there, giving me a moment to recover, and giving him some time to maintain his resolve to not cum just yet. After a moment I pushed against him and rolled him on to his back. I crawled on top of him, straddling his hips, and slowly slid down the length of his cock. His groan was satisfyingly deep as I gasped at the glorious feeling of still feeling so filled up even after so intense an orgasm. I placed my hands on his smooth hard stomach and looking in to his eyes began to rock back and forth. 

He reached up and began squeezing my chest, tweaking my nipples, and sending shockwaves through my body. I picked up the pace a little, leaning back with my hands on his knees. He took the opportunity, with my pussy so visible, to begin stroking my clit with his thumb. And that was too much. That was just too much. I reached up, grabbing my own tits. Squeezing them, pulling them, pushing them together as I rode his cock harder then I've ever ridden before. Unable to formulate any verbal strain of thought I just kept breathing "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy... Daddy!" over and over.

Suddenly he gripped on to my hips, grabbing them roughly, and began slamming his cock up in to me. Unable to balance, I nearly fell foreword, catching myself with a hand on his chest. As he slammed in to me harder and faster my glazed eyes met his, mutual electric lust coursing between us. He leaned up enough to wrap his arms around my waist pulling the lower half of me down against him. Gripping my ass he pushed in to me faster and harder, faster and harder. Both of us breathing in ragged, desperate gasps. Still leaning back, looking into his enchanting eyes, I could feel a knot in the pit of my sex building and building. 

"Daddy, I'm going to cum! Oh Daddy please cum! Cum inside me!" My whole body tensed and for just a second the world stopped. Then with a crash the wave of my orgasm slammed in to me. I felt my pussy squeezing his cock even tighter. But instead of my vision going blurry, everything became suddenly sharp and intense. My mouth hung open in awe as wave after wave of soul wrenching pleasure ripped through me. I watched as his face contorted. His whole body went stiff and I grinned as his eyes flew open, letting out a groaning shout of "Baaaby!" and then his warm cum shot out. Deep inside me I could feel his cock shoot more and more of his eager cum. 

When all movement had stopped, aside from the desperate rise and fall of our lungs, it felt as though time had stopped. Stroking my face with his fingers he whispered "My sweet angel..." and pulled me down for a tender kiss. When the kiss broke I began to pull myself away, my whole body screaming not to. And again, almost as though he had read my mind, he wrapped his arms around my waist tighter and said "Don't get up baby. Stay." 

I laid down on his warm chest. And in the savory afterglow of our amazing journey, I fell asleep listening to the steady beat of his heart. His gentle finger tips traced the length of my spine. And I thought to myself "If this is a dream... it's the best damn dream I've ever had."