I lowered my mouth over his, my fingers continuing to stroke his hair. He returned the kiss, his arm holding my waist tightly, the other supporting my head. It wasn’t a sensual kiss at all; it was like when I kissed him as a little girl; tender and loving in all aspects. In that moment when I felt so helpless and lost I wanted to be a toddler again. I wanted to be carefree and able to snuggle against my father and sleep in his arms without the worries I had.
I struggled to pull my lips apart from his, but soon enough I did, resting my head on my Daddy’s shoulder into the curve of his neck. He held me tight enough that I had a hard time breathing, I didn’t care. I loved every minute of it.
Soon though, my Father twisted my body to the right, laying me on my back against the bed. I looked up at him with flushed cheeks. His lips curved into a soft smile, his fingers stroking my heated flesh. I was at a loss for words, but thought I should say something to him. I remained quiet, watching him move over me. His knees were bent on either side of me; I chewed on my lower lip, wondering what he had planned for me; for us.
Either of his hands was flat on the bed to either side of my head. He was watching me, his left hand cupping my chin, his thumb rubbing against my trembling lower lip. I was trying to compose myself as I starred up at my beautiful Father. Oh, I want you… Please Daddy Take me…
He lowered his mouth over mine, his arm bent to rest against the bed. I whimpered quietly, my hand reaching up to slowly wrap behind his head. My fingers curled lightly into his hair, he had the tightest curls I’ve ever seen. He continued to kiss me, laying his body lightly on top of mine. It didn’t matter to me if he put all his weight on top of me; I wanted him so badly I’d willingly take the pain.
“Baby girl…” He whispered as his lips parted from mine.
“Yes Daddy…?” I shut my eyes, afraid of what his expression would tell me. I didn’t want him to deny me… to send me away when I wanted him so desperately.
“If we go down this road… we can’t turn back.” I nodded slowly, I knew that, but it didn’t matter, I didn't want to turn back.
“I know Daddy.” My eyes fluttered open, his face was contorted in the most loving expression I’d seen on his face yet. I gasped softly as he came down to place his mouth on my neck. I moaned roughly, my hand within his hair lightly pulling. He slowly chewed on my pale skin, a groan passing my lips as I started to bite my lower lip. Slowly my Father pulled off me, sitting up and pulling me into the same position. I starred up at him, his fingers curling under the hem of my swim top. He started to pull it up, I moved my arms up and it came off. My breasts were bare and he gasped quietly at the sight of them.
His hand trembled a bit, reaching for my breast. Taking his hand I gently rested it on my right breast. I moaned quietly, my nipple was hard against his palm. He moved his hand in a circular motion, making soft cries part my lips.