Erotica

Naughty Little

  Her body tingles and pulses with anticipation with the thoughts of tonight swimming in her imagination. The mer concept of what he is capable of and could have planned has her little kitty soaking the shear lace of her thong. Glancing at the clock she realizes she has a few extra moments before she has to leave for the day. Its not like daddy will ever know.

Creeping to their bedroom, like she just may get caught, she feels her heart racing a little faster. Once she has reached the giant bed she stretches out and bends her knees just enough to give the angle she prefers. Slowly moving the sticky, soaked thin material aside, baring her delicate little clit, she moans softly. Her body is aflame at this point and she needs release. Daddy has tormented her all week, and has denied her for the past few days. She is beyond built up.

She aches for his touch, his mouth, the scruff of his beard, even his skilled, firm but yet gently hands. He knows what she likes, needs, and how much she can handle. Her fingers are no match for his, but they'll do. She needs this. Biting her lower lip, she gently touches her clit and her hips jerk, and a gasp escape her parted lips at the sudden contact. She moans picturing his face and how he looked when he positioned himself between her thighs. He always took her breath away.

Her moans grew louder as her fingers stroked faster, harder. It wasn't her hand in her mind though, it was his. It was his skill. She arches her back slightly moaning and mewing ready to let go. In her mind she swore she heard daddy's voice in her ear whisper to her to let go. that's all it took.

With a loud moan, almost scream, her body jerked hard, legs shook as her orgasm crashed into her gushing between her fingers. Then her body sagged into mattress. That sweet euphoria washed over her. The one that so sweet it leaves you numb before the tingles set in, mind blank, eyes glazed. She felt as if she was floating. Until her hearing picked up and a deep husky voice floated from the door way.

"That's was one hell of a show, little one. But I'm sure I can do better."

The aching started again and a smile played her lips as she glanced over and saw him, standing against the door frame. Arms crossed over his strong chest tightening the slightly unbuttoned collared shirt he wore. And when her eyes met his and she saw the pure, raw, animalistic hunger in his eyes she knew with out a doubt, neither of them will make it to work that day. He needed her and she needed him.