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I twisted an arm behind my back, making sure to push my chest out as much as possible. Ever since the baby came, insecurities I never had before have started to surface. I worry that I look worn out, that even though I’m still as slim and trim as ever, that I don’t look like me anymore. The way Peter’s eyes rest on me – the way my they slide up and down my body – it takes all that away. He takes away all my fear and all my worries, and that time wasn’t any different.
Peter crouched down in front of me, brushing my milky-skinned belly with his fingertips. My bra popped open and the whole thing fairly rocketed off to one side, revealing one of my pale, pink-tipped breasts. He stared like he was in a museum, the way a person gawks at a beautiful statue.
“Just... gorgeous...” he trailed off, running his hands up my sides. He slipped the still-on half of my bra away and moved both hands slowly down and back up, making little goose bumps trickle up my chest and over my shoulders. Before he even touched me, my nipples were peaked, pebbled and stiff. Already I wanted him worse than anything in the world.
After another stroke down my side and back up, my Peter ran a finger along my jawline and between my lips. I circled with my tongue, and sucked him, imagining that finger was his cock. Oh how I wanted him to grab my hair, wrench me around and slam his dick down my throat. I closed my eyes, imagined cum dribbling out of that big, round tip and over my tongue. Closing my eyes, I pretended it was happening, that my daddy’s dick was sliding between my lips and filling my mouth.
Slowly, Peter withdrew the finger and ran it down my chin, my neck, and between my tits before beginning to draw long, delicate circles in a spiral up to one of my sweetly aching nipples. My anticipation and my yearning were so strong that when he was still two or three circles away from finally brushing against my pebbling, puckering nipple, just the tiniest hint of his hand being near made my whole breast prickle with goose bumps.
“Oh my God daddy, please suck it, please, please suck it,” I begged.
He just smiled.
“Good things, baby girl,” he whispered, “come to those who wait.”
I could have killed him! Half my body was covered in goose bumps from all the teasing and the games. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized I deserved it for taunting Peter for all those years with my perky, tight little body and clothes that barely fit.
Finally, his finger brushed the side of my nipple.
I sucked a breath and squirmed as he flicked his slick fingertip across me and wrapped his hand around my other tit, squeezing and kneading just like I loved. Gently, Peter crooked his finger around my pink peak, rubbed me, and gave me a smart pinch.
Starting from right behind my ear, daddy leaned over and kissed a trail down my neck to my collarbone. Then, he gave me another gently twisting squeeze and made his way down my collarbone to where my neck and chest joined. He warmed my skin with the tip of his tongue, then with his lips. Slowly he made his way down between my breasts doing the same wonderful thing: touching me with the end of his tongue, then a sucking kiss.
Down, down, down he went until he got to my navel, never once letting up the deliciously naughty tit massage. Peter circled my belly button with his tongue. He pinched my flesh between his front teeth, pulling just as he did on my nipple. He kissed down one side of my body to my waist, then back up and nibbled my belly again before continuing on his path.
Very, very slowly, he continued until his kisses reached the start of my cleft where he flicked his tongue out and tasted one of my lips, then the other. A soft moan escaped his lips, followed by his looking up at me, catching my gaze and dazzling me with one of his disarming smiles.
“Baby girl, if you could have me do anything at all, what would it be? Gotta make your first day back to school special.” He kissed me again and ran his tongue along my slit. Then, he opened his mouth around my sex, slid his tongue barely in between my folds and vibrated my already-sopping pussy with soft moans from the back of his throat.
“Anything,” I managed to eke out between pleasured sighs as his tongue made my head swim, “anything you want to do, daddy. Just having you is enough.” That got a grin.
“Anything I want, huh?” He said.
He looked up to see me nod.
“Is it okay if I taste you, and then fuck you? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I nodded again.
“I haven’t had a taste of my princess’s little pussy for too long. What has it been? A day? Maybe more? Too long.” He chuckled, and so did I.
Then he reached up and put one finger on my forehead. He gently pushed me backward until my shoulders and head relaxed against the carpet. Peter moved deliberately. His finger bounced down my body. I felt him move his face between my legs, tiny stubble tickling my thighs.
He did nothing for the time it took me to draw two breaths. Daddy just let his breath caress my pussy.
Then he kissed twice, softly – one kiss on either side of my lips – slow and burning.
All at once, he released all the tension in one explosive movement. His mouth enveloped my cunt, and his desperate sucking sent a shock of pleasure up my spine.
“Fuck! Oh fuck daddy, yes, yes, right there. Harder! Yes!” I squealed as Peter ground his face hard between my legs. His tongue lashed up and down my slit, drawing delicious little curlicues and making my entire lower body come alive with tingling energy.
Every time he swirled that tongue in another slow, almost taunting circle around me without dipping inside, I squirmed. I tried to wrap my legs around his head, or around his shoulders, or anything to make him tongue fuck me harder, but nothing worked. He took another slow circle around my cunt, sucking my sensitive little nib between his lips.
“What time’s your class, baby girl?” He said, lifting his head from between my legs and taking a breath.
I had no idea why he decided to ask me about my school schedule right then, but looked over at the clock on our mantle – and it was our mantle now. “Ten,” I sucked in a breath when he circled my clit with a finger, “ten minutes.”
Peter lifted his face, dragging that tongue along my slit one last time. He swirled it inside me, then up and around my button. Just, I think, to make me shudder. He’s good at dramatic effect. He sucked his middle finger for a moment and then slid it down my thigh, teasingly close to my hole. Painting a line with a mixture of sex juice and saliva, he went up one side of my sex, and then down the other. Twice, then three times, always making sure to go very close to slipping it inside me.
