What do you do or say when your own daughter tells you that she's always wanted this as you hold her naked body close to you?
Nothing. I couldn't. I could only hold her. Enjoy the closeness...the warmth of her skin... The feeling of her small breasts against my chest.
I studied her lips... her nose... her cheeks... Was it possible to fall in love with one's own daughter.
"Christina..." I whispered.
Her hand slid up between us to press her finger against my lips. "Shhhh. No talking dad. Let's enjoy this."
She removed her finger and slid her hand down. I knew where she was going with it. She'd already used her hand on me twice before. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and I groaned.
"I love you, dad."
She kissed my chin. Then my neck. Her hand explored my length... squeezing gently. I closed my eyes as her lips, and then her tongue traced my jawline. My arms around her tightened. She was preparing me...
I couldn't resist her. Even if I wanted to stop I wouldn't be able to. Not with her naked beside me... coaxing me... touching me...
"My baby..." I whispered.
"I'm yours..." she mouthed against my neck.
I needed her. More than I needed anything in my entire life.
Gently, but with enough pressure so she knew what I was doing, I eased her onto her back. A quick intake of breath against my neck was all I needed to know that she was ready. She began to nuzzle my skin with more insistence. And then our lips met again. Christina's hot mouth welcomed my tongue. Her hand left my cock and slid up to my waist as I positioned myself on top of her. Again I felt the heat of her skin against my cock. The heat of her thigh. Just as I had the night before on the couch. Only this time we were both completely naked, in bed, and my beautiful daughter had her legs spread for me...
Our lips refused to part. Christina's hand's gripped and released the skin at my waist rhythmically. Between kisses we both made tiny sighs and whispered 'I love you' at the same time. Almost as if reassuring one another that what was about to happen was ok. That we both wanted this and wanted the other to know it was all right.
My cock hovered above her mound. Christina raised her hips from the bed to find it. My head bumped against her slit and our kissing grew more insistent. Our tongues dueled as our bodies writhed against each other.
I reached down to take hold of my cock. It hit me that I didn't have any protection. I had a moment of panic. Did I have any condoms in my nightstand?
As if reading my thoughts, Christina broke our kiss just long enough to pant, "We don't need one... It's ok. Don't stop..."
She raised her hips again and I slid the tip of my cock along her slit, coating it with precum. Christina's tongue darted into my mouth... her grip on my waist tightened to the point it was almost painful. I felt her shift beneath me and realized she was drawing her knees up... Opening herself for me.
I ran my head around her slit one more time and then pressed it against her opening...
"Mmmmpppphhhh..." she moaned into my mouth. One of her hands left my waist and travelled to the small of my back...pressing down as she titled her hips.
I pushed... slowly...