His Touch

We don't move or speak. I don't want to speak. I don't want to consider this too much. There's a chance if I do, or even if he does, we will stop and realise how crazy it is.

His hands stroke down my sides, causing my body to quake. Stopping at my hips, he turns me before lifting me onto the kitchen side.

"Say no, Ruby." His eyes go from mine down my body. I push my legs wider.

"No...I don't want to walk away and stop this, Daddy." He groans and pushes me back until I'm laid down. His hands stroke up my legs, pushing them further apart.

I expect him to grasp my hips. Instead, his hands continue their journey up my body while his head lowers and drops between my thighs. I feel his tongue stroke along my clit, his hands wrapping around my throat.

My body vibrates with pleasure as his tongue moves slowly. His hands around my neck keep me against his mouth. He works slowly, gently, moving from my core back up to my clit, each time it causes my hips to raise.

Slowly, his tongue begins to s