little sun

you served him coffee, more than twice a day, always heavy on the sugar, way sweeter than he liked, as if you were fixing the mug for yourself instead to an old captain. he never called you out on it, though, content to just slide a tongue over his sweetened teeth.

perhaps you received a salary simply for being a darling, checking in on his day and fretting over his rest whenever you noticed the lilac circles bruising under his eye sockets. you'd always shyly flutter those wispy eyelashes away from his unwavering gaze whenever his voice dropped into a gravelly rumble to croon teasing “thank yau, luv” while you gathered empty cups from his desk.

either way, he didn't mind the intrusion, just felt a bit unnerved by having so much dedicated attention lavished upon him, especially when he had two perfectly good, scarred hands to do all those trivial things himself.

it wasn't such a bad fate, he certainly didn't think it was, because who could possibly complain about having a pretty doll by his side and at his command? yet, john only realized just how extraordinarily lucky he had truly gotten the moment he sank back into the leather couch. head tilted back just a fraction, darkened gaze entirely betraying his usual strict discipline.

heavy stare raking over you as you sat spread across his muscular lap, skirt hiked up to tempting hips his hands kneaded in with leisure pleasure, pinching the curve. your cotton panties already a sodden mess, tucked sideways from the glossy heat of your puffy folds, one of his broad, heavy palms pawing over your bra clad tit.

squeezing and massaging the supple flesh, as he relished the perfect way you fit into his calloused touch, forcing a stuttering, breathless gasp of his name from your bruised lips. his own hips grinding up into your sopping pussy, stretched and leaking around the swelled crown, pulsing walls dragging over webby veins, pulsing when he curves deeper, bumping your spongy spot.

“heck, yau truly are sweit', ain't' ya?” he muses, words rolling lazily from his tongue as he let out a lopsided grin, splitting into a heavy rumble that made your hole flutter and ache with gushing heat at the mere sound of his voice. the deep lines around his mouth creaked with affection, heavy lidded gaze pinned unblinkingly to your glittering eyes.

massive hand clamping over your nape, blunt nails digging in just enough to pin you in place without hurting, leaving you completely lax and mellowed out. your fingers crooked and clawed into his broad shoulders for balance, eyes rolling back as his hips humped ruthlessly, thighs jolting you right into the sensation while he easily coaxed his eager tongue past your parting, slacking lips to taste your mouth.

pussy drooling down his wiry pubes and soaking through his unbuckled trousers, making a weak attempt at pulling away as the rough scruff of his beard chafed your face, but he merely pressed a calloused thumb against your jaw hinge, holding you in place as if scolding a defiant pet.

so you stayed, letting him smile widely as his mind drifted on where it's probably shouldn't, imagining just how beautiful you would look on his backyard lawn. even going so far as to ponder building a pool back there just for you, imagining you in a skimpy bikini and all. truly, what more could an old man possibly wish for?

the moment john sees her, he abandons his reading and swings off the bench, opening his arms to her.

she puts one wobbling foot after another, babbling as she slowly crosses the floor. neither of you breathe. her tiny arms windmill as she closes the distance to her father, at last pitching forward into his waiting arms with a squeal. john laughs, delightedly hauling her up against his chest while she giggles and takes big handfuls of his beard. she swivels toward you with a big smile, and john catches your eye over the crown of her head.

here it is. the future john dreamed of and whispered to you night after night for years.

you both spend the day coaxing her to wander around the cabin. he takes her outside to walk the garden and along the fence at the property line.

later, after supper and a bath, you lay her down in her crib and soon enough, she's fast asleep. she sprawls, mouth stuck open, one tiny fist curled under her chin. you watch her for a long while, still in a daze of how your life has changed yet again in the span of a single day. tomorrow, john'll have to check every room with fresh eyes, reassessing all his baby-proofing so far. he'll think about what she can reach now, what she'll pull herself up on, and any escape route she might discover.

he's leaning in the door frame when you turn to leave, backlit with the hallway light. you go to his side and tuck into it like he likes, and together you stand in silence for a few minutes more. eventually, he presses a kiss to your head and takes you to bed.

it's better because he's happy. slower and gentler.

"remember when you used to cry an' cry about this? used to beg me to not come in you," he grunts as he bottoms out. "hard to believe, isn't it."

he slows to slip his hand beneath your chin, tilting your face up just enough for his thumb to rub along the collar locked around your neck. it's long since softened from years of wear, so soft that you often forget you're wearing it.