The Guard’s Daughter

Finally

We’re down to my panties and bra and his boxers and he’s on top of me in his bed. And then something shifts. We’re no longer undressing.

“Gio please relax”, i tell him.

“ I we can’t. Frankie I don’t want to hurt you”, he tells me.

“Ok I have an idea. Let me ride you”, I suggest.

Slowly he changes position so he’s on his back and he takes off his boxers and puts on a condom. Quickly I take off my bra and panties and straddle him. He positions me and then he positions his c**k slowly guiding it into me. I purse my lips to avoid having a reaction not that it matters as he’s barely inside me. My hands are on his chest. His hands move to my hips and he guides me slowly up and down. I know he’s worried about me scared to hurt me and it’s incredibly sweet, frustrating but sweet.

“Gio please I need you. I need more of you. Please Gio”, I beg him quietly.

I feel his grip on my hips tighten and I feel him thrust giving me more. A barely audible cry escapes but he keeps going. We find a rhythm that’s comfortable for us both. Up and down in and out. Time stills it’s just me and Gio. I know he’s trying to be careful with me but he is a big guy so as much as he’s trying he’s still stretching me. Soon he’s changing positions so he’s on top of me again. He’s going deeper as he whispers in my ear. He’s being sweet. The only problem with sweet Gio is that’s not who he is. No I always knew what i was getting myself into loving a man like him.

“Gio”, I say quietly.

He stops abruptly pulls out and everything.

“Did I hurt you?”, he asks concerned.

“No Gio. That’s not what’s wrong. You’re not being yourself. You’re being weird. You’re being too gentle and sweet and that’s never been who you are”, I say.

“Dammit Frankie what the he** do you want from me?”, he says angrily.

“You. Gio. I just want you to be you”, I tell him .

Then i lift my hips and grip him and guide him back inside me. I can tell he’s surprised. I keep going though tightening my legs around him and thrusting so he’s deeper. After we finish we clean up and go to bed him in his boxers me in his shirt. We sleep snuggled up him on his back me on my side with my head on his shoulder.

The phone wakes us. It rings and rings. It’s my father. The news is bad so very bad. He’s been shot and is in the hospital on life support.