Vulnerability. II

Present

Fahmeen's POV:

"What did he want?"

Rolf stops combing his wet hair and turns to look at me. I'm sitting on the bed, ready to sleep but I have so many questions and there aren't enough answers.

He sighs and already looks irritated.
"It doesn't matter, and you're not going to find out." I understand this makes him angry and since my father's shown up, Rolf has been really protective.
"He won't have flown all the way out here, having never done it before for nothing, Rolf. Tell me."
"Baby, it makes no difference. He's not going to be in our lives."
"I know that but it's... it doesn't make any sense. Unless he somehow knows of... her. And he suddenly cares about losing a grandchild but how would he even know?"

Silence

I groan out of frustration and fall back into the pillows.
As I'm staring at the ceiling light, my mind still won't rest and I need rest.
His naked torso comes into my vision. Rolf leans down and puts his arms on either side of me by the pillow. I smell the soap and delicious shampoo he's used emanate from his skin. His eyes flicker to my lips and he's looking hungry.
"Can we not talk about this tonight?"
I swallow hard as I notice one of his hands pull off the towel wrapped around his waist.
"Instead... can we do this." His lips kiss mine quickly before I say anything. He actually thought that I would protest this? Surrendering to Rolf puts me at ease like nothing else.

He's using a lot of tongue, skilfully might I add and his body comes onto the bed above me and he's grinding into me. His cock is huge and proud, rubbing against my thighs. I suck on his lips and he moans, jerking down my shorts.
"Don't waste your concentration on anything else but this." He starts stroking the lips of my pussy and I moan, eyes rolling back.
"Focus on how you feel right now."
One, two fingers slide in and stroke close to the perfect spot.
As I'm lost to the magic of his hands, he kisses close to my lips as he watches me.

"Mmm Rolf."
I spread my legs wider, wanting more. My own hands knead my breasts, as I softly flicker my nipples it intensifies the pleasure.
"You're so fucking hot." He groans and urgently our mouths reconnect, tongues heavily fondling the others. As he continues to touch me like this, he lays besides me and starts to stroke his cock.

Time passes and I grow desperate for the feel of his cock inside of me. His fingers aren't enough anymore.
"Please Rolf. I need more."
He's panting as am I, his cock swollen in his hand. He pushes himself above me and rests my calves on his shoulders.

...

We fuck like animals, the only sounds that come from me are moans muffled by the pillow. Rolf leans on his knees and holds my legs up as he thrusts in this fast pace. I keep my hands behind on the headboard, gripping on as he stares at my breasts.
"God, they're so perfect." He slows down and leans close to me, his eyes not moving from my chest. He holds one of them, squeezing and licking while his cock slides in and out of me.
"I'm gonna come." He says almost helplessly as he stills and squeezes his eyes shut, concentrating on holding off.
"Not yet." He says to no one in particular and warily he starts up again. I wrap my arms around his neck and we make out as he loves slow. Our bodies rock gently, heavily contrasting the last 20 minutes. I've come twice so I'm just enjoying his lazy strokes till the grand finale.

His face rests on my shoulder and I feel his breath get quicker. Body thrusting urgently and deeper inside of me. I hold onto him as it's really fucking deep and he's moaning into the pillow, body using mine to reach his climax. I feel almost breathless hearing him moan and groan and I clench around his cock, wanting to come again.
"Ah fuck." He raises himself up and wipes the sweat off of his forehead. His eyes stare at mine, focused and primal. The headboard is carelessly banging the wall and neither one of us cares. This is purely reckless.

Suddenly his mouth is agape as he pulls out, only to stroke and finally come onto my chest and stomach. I watch it happen, mesmerised as there was so much. He flops down besides me and exhales.
"I need water."

...

"Can we talk about this now?"

Our eyes meet over our morning cups of coffee, as we sit at the kitchen bar. It's just the two of us.
Rolf places his newspaper down and his coffee and gives me his full attention. He's wearing a white cotton shirt and his wet hair is tied away into a ponytail, a few strands loose around his face.
"Alright. If your father comes near this house again I'm gonna break his neck."
My eyes widen.
"Oh legs. Sorry did I say neck?" He chuckles and resumes his reading.

I almost crack the china, as I put down my coffee. Crossing my arms, I continue to stare at him as he ignores it as best he can and reads that damn newspaper.
"Seriously, can we talk seriously? Babe, I want to talk to him."
This gets his attention as he quickly looks up at me.
"No."
"But-
"No. Why would you- why would you even want to? Fahmeen, this is your father. The man I've heard a lot about from you and you want me to stand by as I watch him walk back into your life, our lives as if he's done nothing wrong?"
Rolf stands up, his chest heavily breathing and he looks almost furious.
I get up, hoping to calm him down and stand close to him. He wraps his hands around my waist.

"I'm not saying to welcome him back but, I need to know what he wants. I want to."
Gosh, this is overwhelming. Why can't he understand I'm only asking for one conversation.
"I'll tell you what he wants. He wants to play daddy again and maybe even happy families, just cause he has no one else in his pathetic life. The man's bored, Fahmeen. You never mattered to him before why would you now?"

I step back as his words feel like a punch to the stomach.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean-
"No it's okay. You didn't say anything wrong." I sigh, feeling frustrated once again. I feel him kiss my head and as he hugs me really tightly, my eyes stare blank over his huge shoulder towards next door.