“You’re beautiful,” he admonished, tugging at the shirt in my hands. “I’ve thought that for years, everyone has. I don’t know why you can’t see it.”
He stood and pulled me to my feet. Confused, I followed him to his bedroom. He lit the candles that ornamented the shelves and tables, casting the area in a subtle, romantic glow. Then, he positioned me in front of the full-length mirror that covered mom’s closet door.
His strong hands, rough from years of hard work, trailed above my sensitive skin. I watched as they moved over my shoulders and torso, and then behind me. Goose bumps formed as I felt daddy pull my bra tight and then unhook it. Keeping the cups in place, he slid one strap off at a time, then pulled the bra away from my lily skin
His breath caught as my nipples became erect in the stimulating situation. “Princess, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he breathed. We stared at my body in the mirror.
Tentatively, his hands touched my soft flesh. Standing behind me, he cupped the tender mounds, squeezing my nipples between his fingers. I closed my eyes, feeling vulnerable yet aroused at the same time. I leaned back against him, my flesh responding to his touch.
Abruptly, he moved in front of me and kneeled. His eyes looked up into mine as his mouth engulfed my breast. I moaned loudly, and his tongue massaged the receptive areas with vigor.
I noticed his hands had strayed and now lingered over my shoes. The decorative buckles rattled as daddy pulled one off. Unexpectedly, he swooped me into his arms and walked to the bed, kissing me passionately.
He removed the comforter, gently laid me down on the silk sheets, and then pulled off my other shoe. Eager, he tried to push my skirt further up my thighs, but my delicate fingers stopped him. “Take off your shirt first, daddy.”
With one arm, he pulled the top from his body and threw it to the floor without a second thought. He climbed onto the bed and propped himself above me. Daddy looked deeply into my blue orbs, and I knew he saw the lust they held as I saw the same desire in his.
He kissed my forehead and trailed down my body with his lips. Without objection, he unsnapped the closures on my skirt. Gently, he tugged it down and finally completely off. I wore matching white-lace panties, the only barrier left.
I felt daddy’s breath as he smelled the musk coming from my soaked garment. His fingers snaked around the edge of the flimsy cloth and slowly moved it along my legs. I felt my panties slip off my feet and then fall away.
“You’re shaved,” he said, sounding surprised at the revelation. My cheeks blushed crimson as embarrassment flooded over me.
“Sorry, daddy, is that not right? I only had a few hairs there so I shaved them.” I suddenly regretted the choice and wondered how upset daddy was.
Lying beside me, he softly chuckled. “Not at all. I rather adore a hairless pussy.”
In my purity, the word sounded foreign. I’d never thought of my body using such terms. “I want to see you,” I decided, not exactly sure what to call his hidden manhood.