She's hot. So hot, wet, and tight around me, I can hardly think. The fact that this is happening right now, is overwhelming me in the biggest way possible. I did not expect this. I truly did not expect this.

I trust my hips up again, sliding deeper in her while she meets me halfway. It's going smooth; she's fucking moist and ready, I can feel it even through the barrier of the condom, and she's taking me without trouble. And the best fucking thing about it is that she's enjoying it.

I can't take my eyes off her. Of her red cheeks and her pink, swollen lips. She's blushing fiercely, the red glow also creeping down her neck and cleavage. I think it's a combination of all the sensations, the nerves, and the fact that the temperature has risen quite high in the bedroom.

I can't take my eyes off her blue orbs. They are shining, a watery glimmer there that's the result of her emotions. I can only imagine all the feelings that rush through her right now, but she's so fucking brave. I'm in awe. I've always been.

I can't take my eyes off her brows. On how they are knitted together in concentration as she moves up and down in a steady rhythm. Ever so often, when I hit a particular spot, her brows shoot up in surprise before they relax as she, with closed eyes, enjoys what she feels.

"You're so beautiful," I say for the hundredth time. I just can't help it. She is so fucking beautiful, and her newfound confidence suits her perfectly.

She moans, moving up until her hands steady on my chest again. Her tits, perky and full, move along with the movements she makes, a thin layer of sweat coating her skin and making her shine.

"I'm so warm," she whispers. Even her voice is sexy; lush and sultry, the evidence of how much she's enjoying this clear in her tone.

I slide my hands from her hips up, until they rest on her sides. I still her movements gently, and after a few moments, she catches on and stops, letting me slip in fully before she looks at me. "Just sit for a bit," I mumble, my eyes roaming her body.

I sound fucking secure and as if I'm having all the control. The truth is, it's taking everything in me not to blow. When she wrapped her hand around me, I was already on the edge, but right now I'm convinced my balls will explode.

I'm throbbing so badly, that I'm convinced she feels it against her walls. And I've already thanked the wank-Gods six times that I had a quick one this morning in the shower. I had to; I woke up with Jo's ass pressed against me, but since we've hardly engaged in sexual moods ever since the trial, I knew she wasn't going to help me out.

But I've missed her. I've missed being close to her and being this close to her makes me lose my mind. But fucking Christ, for her, I'll hang on. I'll go on until she's had enough because this moment is about her, and that's what's making all of this bearable.

"What are you thinking about?" Her shy voice pulls me out of my thoughts. Her fingers are drawing an invisible line on my chest, her breathing heavy. She seems a little tense, and I think it's because she's trying to keep as still as possible. She takes me fucking well; I'm balls deep, it's amazing.

Carefully, I sit up, wrapping my arms around her naked waist. Because she's on top of me, my face is perfectly lined with her cleavage, and I can just kiss the spot between her collarbones which I do once. "About how you get me going. About how fucking good you make me feel. How amazing you are," I tell her honestly, enjoying how she hides from my gaze for a moment. With my nose, I nudge her chin to find eye contact again. "Don't hide. You're doing so good, Jo."

"It feels good too," she admits shyly, her teeth finding her lower lip. "I'm shaking though."

I hum, leaving another kiss on her skin, this time a little lower. "It's the adrenaline," I pant. I'm so deep inside her, I feel fucking high and I'm hardly able to keep my shit.

"I never thought this would feel so... nice," she confesses while her hands move through my hair. I fucking love how she scratches my scalp.

Nice... It feels nice, she says. "Just nice?"

And then, she smiles, maybe even smirks. She seems to relax a little too, and it's fucking alluring. "Nice. You don't agree?"

Is she teasing me? She definitely is teasing me, right?

"I think it's more than nice," I reply before nipping at her right, hard nipple. I do it just once, but she contracts around me as if I'm doing it non-stop. And I want to feel it again.

"Yeah?" She mumbles in question, but it can also go for a moan in encouragement.

I hum while taking her left nipple in my mouth, giving it a long suck before letting go with a pop. And Jesus, she's squeezing me dry.

"They're more sensitive," she whispers. She's clearly found some renewed drive because her hips begin to rock back and forth again, torturously slow this time.

"More sensitive?" I ask. I have to confess my attention is not as much on her words as I would like; her pussy is squeezing me so hard, about sixty percent is thinking about that.

She nods and blows out a breath. "Since I've stopped nursing my nipples are more sensitive."

"In a good way? Does it feel good? Do you like it?" A lot of questions and they seem to surprise her for a moment, but I really want to hear the answers from her lips.

"It feels good. I like it," she honors my silent plead, and I don't miss how her eyes flicker to my mouth before they quickly go to her chest again.

She wants more.

I can't help but grin as I lean forward again, taking her rosy, pebbled peak into my mouth and sucking gently. She immediately holds my head there, making sure I won't stop. And while I alter between sucking, licking, and sometimes even baring my teeth just a little, the movements of her hips increase until she's got a steady, mouthwatering tempo once more.

I don't know where to focus on. She's everywhere, everything is her. I love how she feels wrapped around me, moist and tight, but playing with her tits like this almost overrules that feeling. Although she's stopped breastfeeding, I can still taste a bit of milk. It doesn't stream like before, but I taste her, and it drives me fucking wild.

And while I can tell she's losing herself entirely now, she still scratches my scalp. Because she's moving faster, she's pulling my hair too, and the combination of sweet and rough is perfect. She's fucking perfect.

"I didn't know I love this feeling so much," she pants. While switching to her other nipple, I throw a glance at her rosy cheeks.

"What feeling?" I urge before latching on again, making her moan in a way that's almost causing me to blow.

"This. What you're doing right now. I love it."

And I fucking love this too. I fucking love that she's exploring her sexuality like this, open, free, and for me to see. It makes everything we're doing even more intimate; knowing that I help her figure out what she likes and how she gets turned on.

"Hero, a little... Harder?" She asks while her hands are fisting in my hair harder. I can tell she's close, and the fact that she's asking me for something that'll help her reach that high she's chasing instantly pushes me to the edge as well.

"Fuck," I growl around her nipple before sucking harder. My actions have a direct line with her pussy; her walls clench around me immediately. She's riding me now, up and down, her tits bouncing in my face and her nipple almost escaping due to her force.

"Hero," she breathes as she begins to tremble. "Hero... Yes. Yes. Oh my..."

I bare my teeth, setting them into her puckered flesh softly while I look at her. She falls, beautifully and uncontrolled, her expression serene and her lips parted. She looks like a Goddess, and every time I see her come, I'm just as surprised as I am in awe.

Her orgasm is longer than the others she's had, and I can tell it's more forceful as well. For just a moment, it seems as if she's in another world, and I can't help but feel proud that I got her to that stage. With sex. With penetration.

Eventually, the aftershocks take over her body as she slumps against me, and the way her walls clench around me ever so often because of it are enough for me to let go too.

With her face hidden in my neck, her warm breaths that fan over my sweaty skin, and with my face pressed against her tits still, I spill into the condom. I give her a lot, I can tell by how my cock throbs and how my high seems to go on as well.

And as the high lowers, my muscles give out. I let myself fall onto the mattress, taking Jo with me as I've wrapped my arms around her tightly, and when my head hits the pillow, I close my eyes.

"I'm so in love with you, Jo." I don't filter the words that I speak, they come out before I know what I'm saying.

I've had plenty of sex before, and each time I admit that I thought it was pretty top-notch. But this, this right here, her, she's top-notch. All those times never came close to this and her.

"I'm in love with you," she whimpers, and it's only then I realize that she's crying. I feel it; her tears hit the skin on my neck.

But where I normally am on high alert immediately when I know she's crying, this time I'm not. It's because although I don't have the exact tears, I do feel the same. It's the relief and aftermath of what we just did. It's because it was so fucking good. And for me, it's also the excitement; if this first time was so bloody good, what does it say for the next time? She will fucking end me by the time she's completely comfortable with what she wants and needs. I can't fucking wait.

And so, I just hold her. I hold her while I let her cry. I stroke her back while I whisper how proud I am of her and how brave she is. And while I feel how she's dripping onto me as I fall soft inside her, I promise myself that I'll always remember this. I tattoo every little detail of this moment in my mind because I know that this is the beginning of us.

After this, it'll only be us.

"It really wasn't what I thought would happen. It really wasn't!" She giggles as she cuddles closer to me. We're naked still although we both cleaned ourselves up in the shower about twenty minutes ago. She wanted to put on pajamas after, but I convinced her to get into bed with me naked.

It's safe to say she's happy I did.

"I know," I give in. Jesus, of course, she didn't know we would have sex. I had no idea it would lead to it either.

When she took me to the bedroom, I figured she wanted to be close to me. It had been a while and the way she looked at me told me that she could use a release. But I never in a million years thought we would have sex.

Had I hoped it would happen eventually? Fuck yes, I did. But I was ready to wait for her. I figured it would take her a while -months, years maybe even- to let go of what happened to her and replace that with a new memory.

But the past weeks, she's been fighting her demons, and today, she won. And it's clear that it did something with her. She's more at ease, stronger than I've ever seen her before, and finally, she chose for herself. Finally, she was selfish and she didn't care about anyone around her.

But while she was ready, I was bricking it. I admit; when I sensed where it was heading, I was fucking nervous. But because she was there with me, she was able to guide me as much as I did her.

"Did I... Did I do okay? I mean, I'm not asking you to compare because that would be unrealistic, but given it was the-"

"Jo," I cut her off. "You did more than okay. You did incredibly. What we've just shared doesn't even come close to what I did before you. You know why?"

She shakes her head, looking up at me with her curious, blue eyes.

"It's because I love you. And I know you think that sounds corny, but it's the truth. I've never loved while I had sex until you." I end my plead with a kiss on her forehead and the soft smile on her face tells me she's endeared but a little shy as well.

"It didn't hurt," she confesses after a short silence in which she has laid her head on my chest. One hand is skimming over my skin, her nails pleasantly tickling me.

"It's because you were relaxed," I tell her. "And wet. You were really, bloody wet." I chuckle as I feel how she hides her face against me, her cheeks deliciously red. She also slaps her hand flat on my stomach. "But I think it's mostly because you chose to do this. And this is how it should be, Jo. What happened before doesn't count. They don't count."

At this, she nods. "I know. You count. Only you."

And as I pull her closer to me, I hum in agreement.

Damn right, only me.

Jo's giggle and something wet on my cheek rouse me from my sleep, and when I open my eyes, I see the source happily cooing to me. Daisy's on her belly, her mouth on my cheek where she gives me one of her wet, half-open-mouth kisses.

Of course, it isn't real kisses because Dais has no idea what kisses even are yet. But Jo and I have decided to pretend they are kisses.

"Good morning, beauty," I say while putting her on my chest. Her chubby hands reach for my cheeks, a trail of drool falling from her mouth as she studies my face with big eyes.

"She's happy to see you," Jo comments, laying down next to us. "I think she's missed this just as much as I have."

"I know," I answer, leaning up so I can kiss Dais' forehead. "I've missed waking up like this too."

We didn't wake up like this nearly enough in the past weeks. There was always something to do that forced us to get up and run right away. Work, therapy, training, you name it and we had it. But now, it feels like a huge relief that we don't have to go anywhere. We can cuddle like this, and God knows it's my favorite way to wake up.

Daisy's head drops, and she starts to search on my chest which makes me chuckle and Jo giggle.

"Sorry little lass, but you won't find the goods on me," I joke, lifting her so she's sitting against my pulled-up legs, on the duvet. I don't miss how Jo -gloriously naked still- moves from the bed before she dips and takes her blouse from the floor. It's a simple white button-up one, and as she pulls it around her form, I have to keep myself in check while reminding myself that I'm holding my little girl.

"She still isn't completely over not getting feedings from me anymore, isn't she?" She buttons two buttons in the middle, the hem just falling over the curve of her bum. And she decides that it's enough. "I'm going to fix her bottle."

I hum as I watch her leave. Somehow it's as if she's swaying her hips more now, and I can't help but wonder if it's because she's feeling a little sore. I'm a cunt for hoping she does.

A giggle from Daisy pulls my attention and thoughts away from Jo, and when I look at the brown-haired baby on my chest, I see that it's as if she's mocking me.

"Your mummy is going to drive me insane, Dais," I tell her, to which she giggles again. It's a thick baby giggle, and my heart hurts at the sound. Goddamnit how is it possible to love a little thing like her so much? "Stop laughing at me, little one."

"She will never," Jo answers, walking in while shaking her hand with the bottle in it up and down. "You will laugh at daddy until he's old and grey, won't you Dais?"

My heart jumps at hearing those words from her mouth. She's never said it like this. Never called me daddy. Never spoke out loud about how she wanted me to be Daisy's father except for that one time. Jesus, why is this making me emotional?

Daisy's still happily laughing on my chest, almost as if she's agreeing with her mother.

"Are you okay?" Jo asks upon seeing the emotion. She sits down next to me, her hand moving through my hair while she hands me the bottle. Now that Daisy has seen the bottle with milk, she's impatient; she's whimpering, her arms stretching to her breakfast.

I nod to Jo's question while sitting up. I then turn Daisy around and lay her on my chest, offering her the bottle. She immediately starts drinking, and soon after her tiny body relaxes against me. "I'm good. I just... I love what you just said."

"Me too," Jo counters, surprisingly enough way more stable than I do. It makes me wonder how many times she said it in her head. "And that's why I was wondering, can we register her birth after breakfast? Alice told me it usually needs to be done within ninety days of the birth, but she was also sure they can make an exception for use given the situation."

"Yeah, we can go after brekkie." And here I was thinking yesterday was about the only life-changing event for this week, maybe even month. But fuck, I'm suddenly excited to get out of bed.

It's not busy at the registry office this morning. Thankfully, there is only one person ahead of us, and given the fact that we've been waiting for about ten minutes now, I think it's almost our turn.

Next to me, Jo is biting her nails, seemingly nervous while she rides Daisy's pram back and forth. Dais is asleep; the excitement and nerves are completely lost on her.

"You sure they'll be able to register her? Maybe we should've taken my old passport, from Perth?" Jo asks for the third time, and in answer, I shake my head just like I did the other times she asked.

"No, love. It'll be fine. I have my passport with me, and I have the documents with all your information too," I reassure her. I've had those documents ever since she agreed to live with me. Hanson agreed that it was a good idea for me to have them, just in case she would need them. "After we've registered Dais, we can make an appointment for passports. You and Dais both need one of those."

She nods, but the worry hasn't completely left her face still. To distract her, I ask, "Have you thought about a second name for Dais? Do you even want to give her one?"

My question seems to take her mind off things because her eyebrows raise as she turns to face me. "Oh, I haven't actually. I don't have a second name myself. What do you think?"

I chuckle and shake my head. "I'm the wrong person to ask, love. Beauregard Faulkner, remember?"

At this, she giggles, and I'm pleased to see the worry disappear completely. "Right. I love that, though."

"Liar," I call her out. I'm used to it now, but sometimes I do wish my parents were a little less creative when they named me.

"No, I do!" She presses before her gaze turns a little more serious. "Maybe we can name her after my mom? She's called Elizabeth."

I love how she concludes me in this decision, but it feels only right to let her decide fully. "Daisy Elizabeth Langford. I love it."

A glimmer washes over Jo's features. It's the name, I can tell immediately. "Me too."

"Josephine Langford?" A woman calls, asking for both our attention. "You can come in now."

Jo throws a glance at me, and while I nod, I follow Jo into the little office. Once inside, I shut the door before we both take a seat opposite the woman who called us in. She's already sitting behind the desk, behind a computer.

"So you're here to register this little lady?" she asks excitedly while looking into the pram where Dais is still out like a light.