She found herself growing more excited and aroused as the movie progressed. The scene was imminent. The first carnal moment between Roarke and Lisbeth, father and daughter. They both knew it was coming, and their conversation fell into silence as it approached.
Juliet drew in her breath as the scene began. Her heart started pounding in her chest almost immediately. She found she couldn’t concentrate on the dialogue between them. She shifted slightly on the bed and discovered she was more than a little wet. She felt her nipples harden under her shirt, almost painfully sensitive.
They both watched as the scene unfolded, the erotic tension rising between the movie characters. Juliet felt an aching intensity, a directionless torrent of emotion that was almost maddening. She wanted to focus on the movie, but she couldn’t. Her own feelings were overwhelming her, slowly but surely, like waves eating away at the soft dirt of a high cliff.
“They understand each other,” she heard her father say.
She turned over, bracing herself on one elbow to face him. “What?”
He didn’t meet her gaze, instead focusing on the screen. His expression was soft, almost dreamy.
“This scene. They each understand how the other person feels, without having to say it. The way they interact – they just get each other. They both know what they want.”
“Yeah,” she answered.
“I think it’s why it was so startling the first time around. Because we’re looking at it from the outside. But they both feel this attraction, and they just… know.”
Her heart was pounding so loud, she was sure he could hear it. For a moment, Juliet felt like she might burst.
“Dad…” she whispered, and then lunged at him. Her mouth met his in a kiss before she fully knew what she was doing. She felt him jerk with surprise, but he didn’t pull away. A moment later, he returned the kiss in full, his hands reaching up to frame her face.
They kissed without words, the only sound their heavy breathing, tongues exploring each others’ mouths. When she moaned loudly with arousal, her dad finally pulled back.
“Juliet,” he said, his mouth inches from hers. “We can’t.”
She couldn’t even feel disappointed. Her body and mind simply refused to accept what she was hearing. “Why not?”
“It’s wrong. It’s really wrong.”
She turned to the screen, where the fellatio scene had continued playing. “It worked for them.”
He laughed. “They died!”
She bit her lip as she looked down at him. From the corner of her eye, she could see his erections clearly outlined against the thin fabric of his shorts.
“We won’t,” she said.
Before he could answer, she slid her hand down his body, under the waistband of his shorts, and pulled out her father’s cock. It wasn’t massively long, but it had surprising girth, and she gave a little gasp of surprise and delight as she wrapped her hand around it.
His whole body jerked with pleasure as she touched him, and he made a vulnerable moan. He put his hand on top of hers.
“Sweetheart-” he began.
“I want to, dad,” she answered, kissing him to silence any further objections. “Please let me.”