A violent shudder overcomes him, it's as if she's reached into his skull and stolen his brain. He feels stupid--is stupid for letting this happen--but he can't help it. She wakes him up, mind and body, his being only half-aware of the fact that she's unbuttoning his shirt. His shoulders roll back to help her get it off, and he tosses it into the middle of the floor before tugging her top up over her head. Richard leans back, eyes tracing over every inch of her form, from the swell of young breasts within her bra to the smooth plane of her taut stomach.
His mouth waters. God, this is the body he taught to walk and swim and play, the little girl he's adored, who weaseled her way into his heart when he wasn't paying attention, and she almost seems like something else, now--or, rather, still the same, but now he realizes there's been something else inside of her after all this time.
Arms locking around her back, Richard kisses down the line of her clavicle, fire-hot presses of his lips to her flesh that are practically bruising as they make their way down the curve of those breasts. One hand easily overcomes the clasp of the bra and he tugs it aside, his mouth barely pausing in its descent. The scent of her skin is overwhelming, familiar, and this is all hideous and wrong but that just makes this so much better, he wants to sink his teeth deep into her flesh, maybe if it happens again, if she wants to make it into a regular thing, he will, and oh, fuck, but what about Delilah, they're going to have to tiptoe around her, and Susan, shit, but it only adds to the furious thrill of the transgression so it doesn't even give him pause.
"You are so beautiful." He sighs heavily, his lips sweeping over her, tongue darting out to taste her. "Oh, God, Salome. How long have you wanted this?" The flat of his tongue brushes out against a nipple, a jolt of pleasure overcoming him while his lips curve around it to suckle for a few seconds. When he lifts his head, it's with that wolfish grin of his, perhaps more predatory than any smile he's ever cast upon his daughter before, and he lets his nose brush up against hers while he speaks in a hot murmur. "Do you ever think about daddy when you touch yourself? This must have been on your mind awhile. Oh, Salome."
Richard chuckles, taking her face in his hands to press a hard, devouring kiss to her mouth, hungry as it is riddled with deep, confused affection. "You shouldn't do this to me, wicked girl. You're too much."
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Date: 2012-07-29 06:47 pm (UTC)His mouth waters. God, this is the body he taught to walk and swim and play, the little girl he's adored, who weaseled her way into his heart when he wasn't paying attention, and she almost seems like something else, now--or, rather, still the same, but now he realizes there's been something else inside of her after all this time.
Arms locking around her back, Richard kisses down the line of her clavicle, fire-hot presses of his lips to her flesh that are practically bruising as they make their way down the curve of those breasts. One hand easily overcomes the clasp of the bra and he tugs it aside, his mouth barely pausing in its descent. The scent of her skin is overwhelming, familiar, and this is all hideous and wrong but that just makes this so much better, he wants to sink his teeth deep into her flesh, maybe if it happens again, if she wants to make it into a regular thing, he will, and oh, fuck, but what about Delilah, they're going to have to tiptoe around her, and Susan, shit, but it only adds to the furious thrill of the transgression so it doesn't even give him pause.
"You are so beautiful." He sighs heavily, his lips sweeping over her, tongue darting out to taste her. "Oh, God, Salome. How long have you wanted this?" The flat of his tongue brushes out against a nipple, a jolt of pleasure overcoming him while his lips curve around it to suckle for a few seconds. When he lifts his head, it's with that wolfish grin of his, perhaps more predatory than any smile he's ever cast upon his daughter before, and he lets his nose brush up against hers while he speaks in a hot murmur. "Do you ever think about daddy when you touch yourself? This must have been on your mind awhile. Oh, Salome."
Richard chuckles, taking her face in his hands to press a hard, devouring kiss to her mouth, hungry as it is riddled with deep, confused affection. "You shouldn't do this to me, wicked girl. You're too much."