A Love so Pure

Like the natural flow of a river through a winding landscape my father's motions are in perfect tune with my own. Man with woman, instincts as old as time. As my legs spread wider he positions himself to take the space that was offered him. His sides brush my inner thighs and wider I open for him. This was wrong, so wrong, so very very wrong.

Still he kissed me. Deeply, powerfully, passionately. His tongue dancing with mine. His lips pushing into mine. Wet smacks as our lips would briefly part before the next hungry kiss. He kissed me the way I needed to be kissed. The way I always dreamed it could be like. He kisses me the way a man is supposed to kiss a woman.

I feel his great weight settle down on top of me and I welcome it. His wide firm stomach pressing into mine. His solid hairy pecs smashing my little titties between us. My much smaller and more slender form encompassed between him and the mattress. I welcomed it, oh how I welcomed it. I could take his warm enveloping weight. I could take it all. I craved it. He could crush me now and I would die a happy woman.

My body, still moving with a will of its own, reacts. I push my hands up along his sides and grip his muscular flanks. My legs...my legs wrap around his...and pull.

"Mrmmm!" He hums deliriously into my mouth. It is then I feel him. Feel him brushing my entrance.

My mind says no as my body screams yes, yes, YES!

Our lips part and he whispers to me, his breath hot against my face. "I love you. Baby I love you."

I melt. I am a puddle.

In the softest of breathy whispers I reply. "I love you." I love you Daddy!

He dives in and kisses and sucks my neck once more, his stiff beard pricking and tickling my skin wonderfully.

He licks and nibbles my tender earlobe. "Ohhhhhhhh!" I moan. I knew with every sound I risked ending it all...but I just couldn't stop myself.

He asks. "Is Fawn home?"

I feel my heart pounding in my chest as my breath catches in my throat. "...yes..." I finally gasp. She was home Daddy. She was right here. Your little girl is right here Daddy! My legs tighten around him.

"Hrrmmmm. Okay, we'll be quiet then."

"Mmm hmm." I whine. God, why did I say that? This had to end. I was in heaven but heaven isn't a real place. Not in this life. This had to end. NOW!

We kiss once more. Me pushing up into him, reflecting every ounce of passion he was showing me. I run my right hand up over his shoulder then run my fingers through his short thick dark hair. My left hand strokes lower down his back and pulls his body harder down into mine.

My body began to writhe beneath him. My breasts rubbing between our sandwiched torsos. My legs opened more. I feel his tip push just bit more against my entrance. I could feel a hot blush on my face. My sex glowed with a volcanic heat. I was breathing heavy, sweating already. I had never been more ready for a man in my life.

"Mmmmm." We moan together through our passionate kiss.

Ohhhh that weight on top of me. That solid powerful body. The warmth of his flesh. The familiar low tone of his sighs and growls and whispers. The oddly sweet taste of his sucking mouth. Despite the inky darkness of the room I can see his broad handsome face in my mind's eye.

And that smell of his. His cologne mixed with his own natural manly aroma. As much a part of my upbringing as this old house or my mother's home cooking. More so. This smell was intermingled with all of my happiest and most formative memories. Daddy kissing and cleaning and bandaging my scraped knee when I fell off my bike the first time I went without training wheels. Daddy tossing me into the air and swinging me around in the front yard as we laughed. Daddy cradling me on his lap and singing me lullabies and telling me those ridiculous stories he would make up. Daddy at my side helping me with my homework. Daddy driving me to dance class. Daddy passing me the keys to my first car. Daddy holding me to his side with such pride as pictures were taken at high school graduation. Daddy holding me in his strong arms as I wept from my first broken heart.

I loved him with a love that was so deep and so pure. Truly he was the most precious thing in my life.

I had to stop this. Despite it feeling SO right, this was wrong. This was wrong.

He enters me with a suddenness I was not prepared for.