For a man who'd spent most of the evening insisting he liked to take his time, Ivan got his wife out of that red dress in a hurry. He did take care of it. He'd been the one to find it for her, and in the middle of getting her naked he still managed to hang it by the neck on the end of the bench. The shorts went wherever he flung them. Felicity lay on her back watching that little display of good manners and wondered what she could do to make him forget the rest of them.
"Come here and let me get my hands on you," she said. He did, settling onto the bedroll with her across his lap. She felt his cock against the inside of her thigh, warm and getting harder as she rocked against him. She'd liked how Daddy sounded in this room on a roof with nobody around to hear it. From the way he held her when she said it again, he had a few ideas of his own about the word.
