Looking for daughter

My heart pounded as I felt your fingers, could you hear it also? There was a crackle of electricity between us as I felt your lips.How I longed to drink your mouth,intoxicate myself with your kisses. My reactions shamed me and I broke the kiss, and looked down at the coverlet now twisted in my hands. My blood raced,my cheeks blushed scarlet-Oh no what would i do if I had offended you?
 
I _do_ notice your blush, and stroke your cheek with one finger.
"What's the matter, daughter? Do a father's kisses cause you to blush?" I kiss you gently, lightly, on the forehead; playfully sternly I continue, "I am your father; I have a right and a duty to kiss my daughter. Sit up and kiss me again, and show me that you are your mother's daughter."
Scooting back a little to allow you room to sit up, I trace your womanly curves with my eyes, wondering, When did my little girl grow up to be such a lovely woman?
 
I look deeply into your eyes and lean forward and kiss you.Soft at first,then I dare to kiss you more deeply. I am shocked at your response,your lips move and meld to mine. I raise my arms and move them across your shoulders. A deep ache rumbles through my body,and a heat I have never felt moves into my soul. You break the kiss and look into my eyes-seeing the blend of innocence and lust that is now creeping into my being. I want so much more from you-things I don't even have the words to describe. I relax into your arms and a small cry of pleasure escapes me.
 
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