Father

Fahmeen's POV:

"You're very beautiful, she's very beautiful Rolf." Elizabeth strokes my cheek as I've finally made it into the house, sisters in tow. I see Rolf's cheeks blush as he watches the two of us and he sneaks in a kiss, knowing everyone's watching us. He's become more bold now that he's home. I'm liking this confidence, it's sexy. He gives me these eyes that promise me something naughty for later and now I'm blushing.
A loud clap alerts us to River, who's leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen and he suggests we all get ready for the lunch that's been prepared for our homecoming by the family. Suddenly remembering food has made me feel hungry and I take Rolf's hand and we make our way into the kitchen.

"Where's Thomas?" I ask and River passes me the bread basket as he sits opposite me at the large dining table.
"Work, I'm guessing?" Rolf looks to his family for confirmation and his mum nods, chewing on soft roasted baby potatoes. They were seasoned with garlic and chives, they tasted delicious. I appreciated the tone of the conversations, they were happy and whenever they got too deep someone would steer it into a lighter direction.

Thomas worked late night shifts at the family construction company. This meant he usually crept home in the middle of the night. I'd probably bump into him raiding the refrigerator for a midnight snack as I would with these cravings and all-
Wait. Maybe not.

I feel a hand enclose mine and I find Rolf watching me with concern. Talk has died down a little and I find everyone staring at me. I suddenly feel like I'm suffocating in sorrow.
"Sorry, excuse me I need to-I just need a minute."
I don't wait, I just leave.

...

I was grateful for the space. Nobody bothered me for a while and I was left to myself. His mum didn't let him come to me and so Rolf reluctantly listened and accepted Elizabeth's explanation of my early retirement. That we both needed space, as two people who lost a child.

During this time, the evening arrived and so I was able to embrace how this foreign land exchanged from day to night. It was magnificent. From Rolf's bedroom, I spent dusk sitting at his balcony and listening to the crickets and birds chirping away.

I hear noises from below and the front door opens.
"I appreciate the help, brother. It's been so good seeing you."
Rolf and River hug it out and I can see the strong liking he has for him. Being here makes me realise just how much Rolf gave up being in England. He left his entire life.
"Anytime, anywhere. You know this. Remember, I'm still next door." They both chuckle and River jogs down the porch. I have to lean a little from the chair I'm sitting in to see him and suddenly he looks up. Quickly, I sit back and close my eyes hoping he didn't see that.

I hear him laugh.

He definitely saw that.

...

The sun has gone and instead there is a clear night sky before me. Stars animatedly twinkle and the moon looks almost full. I'm still wearing my dress from the day but I've taken off my jacket as the temperate is perfect. I hear the balcony doors open.

He steps closer and his hands go onto my shoulders. Soft, sweet kisses replace his stroking fingertips and they go up the column of my neck. He purposefully presses his groin against my ass.
"How are you feeling?" He asks. Better.
"Peaceful." I turn in his arms and I see a little worry still in his eyes as he scans me.
"And you? Are you coping, sweetheart?" I cup his face and step right up to his chest. He says nothing and just lays his face down on my shoulder. Rolf breathes out and his body sags with the day's exhaustion.
"Can we go to bed?" His voice is tired and suspiciously pleading.

I want it too.

I make it so he's facing me now. And when I bring his face closer to mine, his eyes seem brighter, body more awake. I kiss his lips, meaning for it to be slow and tender. I release him with a little peck but rough hands drag me back in and he's suddenly hungry. Desperate. I'm pushed back to the railing of his balcony. My dress gets dragged up my thighs and soon my stomach is exposed to the night air.

Rolf picks me up by my thighs and I'm forced to wrap my legs around his hips as he's kissing and taking me back inside. We flop onto his bed and he starts to furiously push away his duvet cover so much so that it ends up on the floor.
I stop kissing and pull away to understand what he's doing.
"We're gonna get sweaty baby. And I wanna sleep in these tonight."
I figure that's explanation enough and I let him cage me back down and resume his tongue fucking. My God, I can make out with this man all night and be satisfied. Then I'll take his cock by the morning.

...

Our faces are close as we move, fast and tightly together. Rolf has stayed in missionary all night and I checked the time, it's 2 in the morning and we're still at it. Sweat falls from his face and onto mine, his chest rubs against mine and we're soaking from our love making. The doors are still open, and the winds are merciful tonight as they provide some relief to our intense workout.

"Ohhh Rolf. Ohh this feels so good."
My dirty talk is limited but honest. Cause it does feel fucking good and I don't know what else to say when he does things the way that he does.
He groans into my mouth, reluctant to leave my lips as I leave only to take air once in a while. The bed squeaks fast because of our heavy movements, two bodies essentially grinding into it. I spread my legs wider, and he slips further in making him suddenly groan out loud.
I gasp and cover his mouth, very aware that this house is filled with his family members. Rolf is lost to his imminent orgasm and so I am forced to be the responsible one tonight. I think it's for the best as he's finally letting himself go. And it's all on me. And I like it like that.

...

Fahmeen's POV:

I open my eyes and instantly there's a smile on my face. The curtains are blocking out the strong sunlight but I can still feel it's rays. And my favourite person is lying here watching as I wake myself up properly.
"Good morning, beautiful."
There's a responsive smile on my face and I stroke his cheek, feeling the stubble with my fingertips.

"Morning. How are you feeling?" I was a little concerned because after yesterday, he might be exhausted still.

"Great, actually." He sits up and leans against the headboard. I copy him but snuggle into his side. I take the time to study his bedroom.

"You have a lot of trophies." There's a tall glass cabinet, showcasing his achievements standing proud against the wall.

"Yeah, I kept busy." One of his hands slides beneath the covers and rests on my naked thigh.
"I always wanted to do something and do it well, you know?"
We look at each other and I can't help but relate. When it came to work or school I always wanted to succeed at whatever I was doing. It made me feel productive and useful.
"I do."
He smiles and I see his chest exhale slowly.

Rolf looks content right now. Like he's exactly where he wants to be. Supposed to be. I love this man so much, I don't think I could've coped at all without him. I rest my head on his chest.
"Are you okay? Last night wasn't too rough?"
I chuckle, shaking my head no.
"I think we both needed that, baby."
This time he laughs.

We spend another 10 minutes or so lying here and talking before I'm too hungry to carry on. I can smell the makings of a hearty breakfast, rising from downstairs.
"Alright, let's go before mom storms in here and takes you away from me like I'm keeping you prisoner."
Without thinking, Rolf gets out from the covers and stands up. I'm guessing he feels a slight breeze and I start laughing as he realises he's stark naked. He looks down at his rising morning wood and shrugs.
"Nothing you haven't seen before." He turns for the bathroom.

"Or felt." I say, watching his gorgeous back and ass. I guess I was staring too hard because I didn't quite prepare myself as he snatches the covers off of me.
"Hey!" I clutch for them but they are quickly thrown onto the floor next to him.
"Or tasted." He says with a wicked smirk. I'm dumbfounded as he crawls onto the bed, and keeps his eyes trained on me so that I don't move. His eyes burn onto my body and I feel the rising temperature as he bites his lip.
Before he reaches me though, I jump out of bed and run for the bathroom, naked as the day I was born. I'm sorry but I have yet to brush my teeth.
"Hey!" I hear behind me but I manage to lock the door in time before he starts knocking.