"Daddy...." I murmur, my mouth hanging open in half a moan.
My legs still tremble, brushing my sticky wet thighs along side one another.
"Shh baby" he murmurs, patting a finger over my open lips, "you almost woke up the whole house."
"I’m sorry..." I blush; suddenly shy as I sit naked on my bed.
He shakes his head, staring into my big blue eyes and ignoring the rest. I shiver under his gaze but reach up and cup my breasts. My nervous fingers twist over my swollen pink nipple. My eyes flicker to his crotch. I hope he likes it. I blush harder, wondering what I'll do with myself if perhaps he doesn't.
His eyes flicker down. I imagine his breath catching inside him. His heart beating faster as he gazes upon my slender build, my slim curves only broken by a set of bouncing breasts. Beginning to shake on my knees, I stammer out "d-d-daddy... d-do...y-y...." I can't finish. My words turn to raspy moans inside my mouth.
"Its okay sweaty, shhhh...." he silences me again, this time looking away from my eyes and peering between my legs instead. My lips are swollen and pink, teased apart and squeezing to each of my thighs.
"You're a little wet" he understates, slipping a single finger between my folds. I moan again, nearly losing my balance. His hands steady me, holding onto my shoulder at first but slowly traveling up to cup my cheek.
"I c-can’t help it...I h-have to...." I gasp out, gurgling as I vainly try and foil the feelings inside me.
Try and help it sweetie" he says. His breath is a bit ragged as well.
I nod, trying my best to control myself but knowing I'll probably fail. My lips, too sensitive already, seem to burn as his finger drags between them. The sensation of pins and needles alternates with a cooling wetness, and I know without looking that my juices have started to swirl again. I clutch his shirt, widening my legs, my body aching for something inside.
"Shhhhhh....." he whispers, brushing his thumb over my hot cheek. I squeeze my mouth tightly shut, curling my lower lip inside and nibbling in distraction. My head spins with thoughts of what I can do for him or what he can do to me. I nuzzle my cheek against his hand, pushing forward and muffling my next groan on his crotch. Standing above me, he gasps and tightens his fingers around my head. My tongue quivers against his cotton boxers, the thin fabric no match for my passion. I feel him swell under my tongue, his shaft widening as I wobbly my head up and down, searching for the tip.
"Oh sweetie do you really want it?" he groans.
I pull off him, and stare up in disbelief. Do I really want it? Do I?
"Yes." I whisper softly. My hands run against his waist, and edge aside the elastic holding his boxers up. As I do, his finger sinks slowly inside me. The tip plunging in and jerking out in rhythm, but reaching a new depth each time. I gasp, clapping my hands over my mouth and squirming my hips about his hand.
When I recover, I see him grinning mischievously at me. I smile back. I know how to make him squirm too. My hands tug his boxers down, revealing inch after inch of throbbing hardness. My hand circles his cock, suddenly feeling little as it barely closes about the base. He strokes my hair, looking expectantly at me. I won't disappoint. My hair tangles between his fingers, as I surge forward, stuffing him deep into my mouth. It swells between my lips, pressing my slender lips wide. I feel the pinch at the corner of my mouth. Shivering breathless, I realize why my girlfriends warned me against oral sex. Those truth and dare tales weren't any lies. I stiffen and force myself lower. Determined to please him, I drag my tongue along the underside of his shaft. My little hand stroking the seconds away as I lick into the minutes.
He groans, then remembers his own warnings and stifles the sound. My own noises translate into hums that vibrate down his length like code on a telephone wire.
