Amy hardly had a moment to recover from one emotion to the next. They were pouring out of her more rapidly than she could keep track of them or even really have time to feel any of them. But what she was being driven towards was an aftermath that would encompass everything and strike the center of her heart all at once.
All evening, her Daddy had been that romantic knight who courted, wined and dined her. She never opened a door for herself, nor paid a penny. But it wasn’t the free ride she cared anything about. He didn’t have to do anything for it. And that’s what made it something she cherished. He did those things for her because he wanted to. Her little heart never forgot that.
Nor did she forget what it felt like to be pinned to the wall as soon as they got home, how he ripped her clothing off and took her from buzzed & enchanted to aroused & craving.
Through their shower together to the bed to the zenith of cries from a summit she never wanted to balloon down from, Amy had hardly had a moment to recover. But afterwards, his hands became gentle once more and following him without hesitation, she returned to the innocence of her little heart.
This morning, she awoke, still feeling the tingle the emotions she fell asleep to in his arms. And the memory of each emotion and every single, blessed sensation rippled through her core. Gazing up at him as he walked back into their bedroom with her breakfast on a tray, she placed her hand on her chest.
Though she was mesmerized by his Chivalry last night and then by his passions, she was consumed more so, by how he never stopped caring. And that was the tingle that rocked her cradle.
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