Free Gilliflowers by Gillibran Brown Page A

of his hand, his eyes warm as he surveyed me.
    A forbidden question, one I usually kept hidden at the back of my mind popped to the forefront. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask if he loved me as much as he loved Shane. I didn’t want him to love me more than Shane, just the same as, and it would be asking the impossible. In a rare moment of self-control and wisdom I chose to embrace the moment and enjoy what was clearly on offer instead of asking for more than was my due.
    “Thank you, Daddy.” I accepted his compliment with a smile.
    “If I didn’t know better I’d swear you were a teenager. You look about seventeen.
    It makes me feel deliciously guilty about what I’m going to do with you later.” He pulled me hard against his body, placing a possessive hand on the centre of my arse.
    “We’re going to have a fun evening, yes?”
    I nodded, putting my arms around his neck pushing close against him so my erection rubbed against the one straining his pants. We kissed, his afternoon stubble rasping my chin as he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. There was a faint taste of coffee on his breath. He stopped before we, or rather I, got too carried away. I would have let him have me there and then, but his plans were for a much longer stage of foreplay.
    Breaking the kiss he loosed my arms from around his neck. “Enough, my pretty slut. Go and make sure everything is ready for tonight while I shower and dress.
    People will be arriving soon, you know Leo he’s always early.”
    “Yeah, only so he can nose around in the kitchen. He thinks he’s Heston Blumenthal, but he’s just a blooming nuisance.”
    “Go, brat!” He sent me on my way with a smack to my bottom.
    It turned out to be an enjoyable evening. Leo and Mike, Howard and Rob were good company. The food and wine received a positive reception. Leo even asked for the partridge recipe, and I gave it to him instead of jealously guarding it. The only thing missing was Shane. We raised a champagne toast to him, wishing him a happy birthday in his absence.
    Best of all though was the charge between Dick and me. We exchanged discreet looks, touches and smiles all evening. I felt special being his sole partner for the night, while knowing what was concealed within my most intimate place. He looked effortlessly sexy dressed in black jeans and a tight black t-shirt, which was a perfect contrast to my more ‘virginal’ attire. Every inch of my body ached with desire for him. My cock was in a state of priapism all evening.
    I didn’t get to see what my anal jewel looked like, not that night anyway. By the time everyone left we were both fully primed and the only thing on our minds was getting our rocks off. Dick’s cock took the place of the plug before the taxi carrying away our guests had even cleared the avenue. He banged the front door shut and then all but ripped my jeans down to my knees, unplugging me and taking me on the stairs, shafting me with long hard strokes, grinding his pelvis against my arse as he buried his penis deep into my rectum, it’s head nudging my sweet spot. The hall reverberated with the combined sounds of our lust.
    We clung together afterwards in a sweaty post climatic hug getting our breath back, while knowing sex wasn’t over yet. We went up to the bedroom and fully undressed each other before climbing into bed to continue making love in a less frenetic way.

Post Scriptum
    Shane didn’t miss out on birthday fun altogether. Oh dear me no, that wouldn’t do at all. I was in the kitchen clearing away the last of the pots from the night before when he arrived home, calling a greeting as he stepped into the house.
    I ran down the hall with a cry of, “Daddy you’re home!” I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, kissing him passionately.
    “Silly boy.” He hugged and then set me down, a spark of amusement in his eyes, which he quenched and replaced with a stern look. “I had a