Daddy Issues

The younger girl

Steve was waking up slowly. His head was heavy on the pillow, and the soft morning light pushed at his eyelids. He wasn’t ready to open them yet. The bed was warm, and Aleks was close beside him. He could feel her body next to his - still, quiet, but definitely awake. She was watching him. He could feel it.

He knew this wasn’t his bed. It was hers. There was something strange and intimate about that. The idea that this was the bed she’d grown up in. He tried not to think too much about that part, but it was there, hanging in the back of his mind. A reminder of how much younger she was. How different her life had been.

He let himself drift for a moment, half-asleep, and thought about the night before. Aleks had been intense. Needy. Focused on him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world. She clung to him while he was inside her, gasped like she was overwhelmed by it. The sound of her voice in his ear, the way she shook under him - it had all felt raw. Real.

She had this way of looking at him like he was solid, dependable, something more than just a man. That look got to him every time. It made him feel like someone she could lean on. Someone who had answers, even when he didn’t.

Steve shifted a little in the bed, rolling onto his back. The sheet slid off, but he didn’t care. He never did. At his age, things like that didn’t matter anymore. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone. Aleks seemed to like that about him. She didn’t look at the grey in his hair or the uneven patches on his chest like they were flaws. If anything, she seemed drawn to them.

He remembered the first time he caught her staring at the hair on his stomach. He’d almost asked if something was wrong, but then she’d touched it. Slowly. Like it was something special. That had surprised him. He thought younger women wanted clean lines and smooth skin. Not Aleks. She wanted him. As he was. Greying, hairy, a little worn.

He hadn’t shaved anything but his face in his life. Never saw the point. He’d never trimmed his pubes to look neat. It was strange to think she found that attractive. But she did. She made little comments about it sometimes, or gave him that look - curious, excited.

Aleks liked that he didn’t care. And he liked the way she cared about him because of it.

He knew she was insecure sometimes. She didn’t say it out loud much, but he could see it in the way she avoided the mirror, or the way she covered herself quickly after sex. But when she was with him, it seemed like that all faded away. She looked at him like he made her feel safe. Grounded.

Steve finally opened his eyes. Aleks was watching him, her head resting on the pillow, eyes soft and bright. She looked young. Not just in age, but in the way she stared at him like she hadn’t seen enough of the world yet.

“Good morning, princess,” he said, voice still rough from sleep.

“Good morning, daddy,” she answered, smiling. Her voice had that playful edge he was starting to recognize. “Daddy, your babygirl needs her dummy.”

It took him a second to figure out what she meant, until her eyes dropped to his crotch and she started moving toward him.

“Don’t move, Daddy, and don’t touch. Your little girl needs to suckle.”

He didn’t move. Just watched her, still waking up, still a little caught off guard by how much he wanted her even now. Even after everything they’d just done.

There was something about Aleks that reached deep into him. It wasn’t just her body, though that was part of it. It was the way she wanted him - like he mattered. Like she needed him in ways that went beyond just sex.

And right now, as she looked up at him with that hungry little smile, Steve felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.