"Daddy! Stop! P-please-huh, huh, I ca-huh, huh-can't! It's too much!" Lisa panted loudly, shaking her head, platinum blonde strands flailing about her shoulders.
Stopping, he looked down, seeing the shiny beads of sweat glistening on her naked back. For a moment, the breath caught in his throat, his eyes drinking in every inch of her pale porcelain smoothness.
Wing like, her delicate shoulder blades shifted under her skin; which was so soft, so translucent, he could see the small individual bumps of the vertebrae, a sleek S curve writhing as her back shimmied.
Flaring out from her tiny waist, her haunches were firm and smooth, the round soft globes still trembling deliciously. His fingertip reached down, tracing the delicate curve of her spine... down... down...
Her whole body quivered like a live wire at his touch, sending shocks up his finger, up his arms, jolting his chest.
Unable to push all the way in, he pulled all the way out with a WET PLOP; pausing for a moment-
She inhaled, exhaled, a deep shuddering sigh at the release of the pressure.
-he held himself, directing it slightly downward, rubbing the tip teasingly against the soft wiry fuzz. Barely touching... lightly... softly, like a feather instead of flesh.
She whimpered softly, pressing back against him.
"Turn around sweetheart," he said.
Remaining on her knees, she turned to face him. She gasped, taking in the thick, pulsing redness of him. The sudden scent of him; his maleness, his musk, is overwhelming, flaring her nostrils. She slowly licked her lips, hypnotically drawn to the glistening red bulb throbbing right in her face. Tentatively, her tongue flicked forward, touching the tip... back... forward again... the moist point of the tongue flicking at the throbbing tip.
"UHHH," he grunted, fingers raking through her hair, gently gripping her scalp. Closing his eyes, he threw his head back, a sudden roaring filling his ears as silky softness enveloped the red bulb.
Her mouth gaped open, moist lips softly sheathing him just over the tip, the fleshy throbbing bulb tasting heavenly on her swirling tongue; touching, teasing, tracing the groove ringing round just under the tip.
"AH GAAAWD!" He jerked, all semblance of control gone, her tongue darting, tiny electric tingles, nipping here and there, the point of her tongue fitting into the sensitive groove-GAAAWDD, pain and pleasure, sending agonizing shock waves along the length, hands gripping her temples, thrusting forward, faster, faster-faster-pulls out—
"No daddy, I want to taste it, all of it!" Her hand quickly gripped him, tugging, her mouth devouring him.
—EXPLODED, thrust-thrust-thrusting—
She gulped, sucking, slurping, swallowing spasmodically.
—until there's nothing left, as if all life, all will, every single drop had been drained from him. Collapsing on his back, he threw an arm over his eyes, his breath a harsh gasping that eventually slowed to silence. Feeling tendrils of soft silk grazing his chest, he opened his eyes, seeing her face lying contentedly on his chest; his fingers fondly stroked through the platinum blonde strands.
Two shimmering blue pools gazed up at him, intense in their adoration. Her palm traced the straight line of his jaw, the sandpaper of the five o'clock shadow rasping against her soft fingers. His grey eyes, normally hard as steel, soften, opening, welcoming her gaze. His brow is smooth, nose straight and firm, cheekbones even straighter. Wavy wheat strands, slightly darker than her platinum tresses, brush back from his forehead. Ohh—his face is so strong, so chiseled, like the clean, flawless, lines of a Greek statue, she thinks.
"Sweetheart... I'm sorry if I... if I hurt you earlier... I didn't mean to..." His voice is gentle.
"It doesn't matter. I love you daddy, I'd do anything for you, whether it hurt or not."
