If this was anyone else she would have shied away by now, pushing at their hands, wiggling and fighting to cover herself up, but here, but now, there is no fight. There is only a need for more, a confusing and mixed up need for more and uncertainty. Uncertainty on how to get more or what she should do with herself. He knows what to do, of course he does. Her father always knows what to do, how to handle himself, how things work and what she should do. He knows everything, how to touch her, how to kiss her in the way that makes her head feel light. How to drive her crazy, how to make her painfully wet.
So of course he knows how to unhook a bra, and of course his lips seek her out so easily and with such skill - and she groans, her fingers tangling in his dark hair, back arching to give him more of what his mouth is currently feasting on. "Oh daddy . . ." her skin is on fire, her pink nipples hard as she sort of wiggles and pushes to feel more of his mouth because that feels fantastic, his mouth so soft and hot against her skin. Her hips press down against his, in that grind, skirt up around her thighs there is only so much fabric between the two of them and if she presses just right it feels so good and that makes her groan again. Grinding against her father in the middle of her bedroom floor like a bunch of teenagers.
"So long," she doesn't even fight the words they just sort of spill out of her when he asks. "I've wanted this for so long, and at night before I go to bed I - I think about you and how good you would feel. I have to get off, I have to - and I pretend that it's you and it feels so fucking good." At that time she could only imagine how good it would feel to have the real thing, to have his hands and his mouth, to have his cock inside of her. So far it is not disappointing.
Opening her eyes she smiles and looks between them, gripping the fabric of her skirt to see where they are currently pressed together. "I think you want this, daddy. Tell me that you want me. That you shouldn't because it's wrong, but you want nothing more then to fuck me. Say it."
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Date: 2012-07-29 07:04 pm (UTC)So of course he knows how to unhook a bra, and of course his lips seek her out so easily and with such skill - and she groans, her fingers tangling in his dark hair, back arching to give him more of what his mouth is currently feasting on. "Oh daddy . . ." her skin is on fire, her pink nipples hard as she sort of wiggles and pushes to feel more of his mouth because that feels fantastic, his mouth so soft and hot against her skin. Her hips press down against his, in that grind, skirt up around her thighs there is only so much fabric between the two of them and if she presses just right it feels so good and that makes her groan again. Grinding against her father in the middle of her bedroom floor like a bunch of teenagers.
"So long," she doesn't even fight the words they just sort of spill out of her when he asks. "I've wanted this for so long, and at night before I go to bed I - I think about you and how good you would feel. I have to get off, I have to - and I pretend that it's you and it feels so fucking good." At that time she could only imagine how good it would feel to have the real thing, to have his hands and his mouth, to have his cock inside of her. So far it is not disappointing.
Opening her eyes she smiles and looks between them, gripping the fabric of her skirt to see where they are currently pressed together. "I think you want this, daddy. Tell me that you want me. That you shouldn't because it's wrong, but you want nothing more then to fuck me. Say it."