“Sweety, we can’t…” Nathan remarked from the floor of their motel room. He’d checked his phone for the time, and discovered that his daughter was still awake too.
“We can. Why can’t we?” Nicole sighed as she rolled over onto her side, and looked down at her father. He was adamant about sleeping on the floor, but neither of them had been able to get any sleep so far.
“Because fathers and daughters don’t share beds. End of discussion.” He replied. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to share a nice, soft, warm bed with his daughter; it was the opposite. He wanted it too much. He knew full well that the discussion was far from over…
“Buuuut Daddy… I’m cold…” Nicole mumbled, before pretending to shiver, while chattering her teeth together to drive her point home. There was no way he’d deny her now. She knew her father had a huge soft-spot for taking care of her. That was when she took the opportunity to slide her pyjama bottoms off without him noticing, before doing the same with her top. The redhead then wrapped herself in the quilt to hide the fact that she was naked.
“You… We… How cold?” Nathan asked, failing to not be drawn in by the adorable, overly-dramatic performance his daughter was putting on. He watched her shivering and felt his heart melt. What if he stayed above the covers? That way he could have the comfortable bed and keep her warm without the risk of touching something he shouldn’t.
“T-too c-cold…” The redhead stuttered as she continued her Oscar winning portrayal of a cold woman. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back, as she watched her father throw aside his blanket, and climb onto the bed. He laid down on his side and his daughter rolled over to face him. Her gorgeous eyes gazed over the top of the quilt, looking so cute and innocent the way she was wrapped up.
Nathan wrapped his arms around his burrito’d daughter, and brought her close to him, using the mass of sheets surrounding her body to hide the large bulge in his boxers. There was a pleasant breeze which made the partially-opened blinds rise and fall like waves, bathing their room in just enough natural light so they could see each other, but not too much that it became uncomfortably bright. Nathan found himself ogling his daughter’s puppy-dog eyes. God she looked adorable.
“What is is Daddy?” Nicole whispered, as she noticed her father staring.
“Oh, nothing. I was just… You’re really cute, Sugar-Plum.” Nathan replied, without even considering the consequences.
“Aww, Daddy… That’s really sweet.” The redhead cooed, as her features softened even more. She was touched as always by her father’s compliments and honesty, but this time something else was there too. His words made her heart flutter. She also found herself drawing nearer.
“It’s the truth. You’ve always been so adorable.” Nathan added, throwing caution to the wind in favour of making his daughter happy. He took notice of her head approaching his, but did not stop himself from slowly closing the distance.
Without another word their lips met and their eyes closed. They both felt the spark. The spark that told them that this was so right. The father and daughter had shared their first, tame kiss. Three more gentle pecks followed, but they both wanted and needed more. Nathan tilted his head one way, and the redhead’s went the other as their lips locked into something far more passionate. Seconds earlier their lips had brushed for the first time, and now it was time for their tongues to have their first meeting too. Nicole trembled as she experienced the sensation of her father’s tongue sliding into her mouth, and swiping at her own. Before he could retreat she returned the swipe with a light lick. The floodgates opened and soon enough their tongues were swirling in slow, tender circles.
Nathan’s cock strained against his boxers as he took charge of proceedings - something he had never done with Nicole’s mother. He’d never felt this level of raw passion and longing when kissing her, even when their relationship had been fresh. In turn, the redhead threw the covers to one side and revealed her naked form, which she swiftly pressed against her father’s, hooking her right leg over him, while one of her hands took hold of one of Nathan’s. She gently guided it over to her soft, bare figure and was rewarded as he did not pull away. Instead he glided his fingers up and down her side and hip, tentatively touching her cashmere-soft skin.