Sophie’s mouth became more active on mine as a tide of desire began to rise within her. Our lips parted and she panted a little, her heaving chest forcing her cone shaped nipples against my hands, increasing her desire still further.
The softness of her flesh under my hands aroused me further. I lowered her head to the crisp white pillow and, stroking her cheek again, lowered my head until my lips found the large, dark circles of her nipples. My fingers raised her breasts gently to my mouth and I flicked my tongue lightly over each nipple in turn. I could hear her breathing quicken as my tongue danced over the hard, dark flesh.
For a few blissful minutes, I suckled softly on my daughter’s breasts, drawing each nipple into my mouth, my tongue caressing each delicate tip, my lips sucking gently, my teeth lightly nipping each bud in turn.
Sophie writhed on the sheet, her hands stroking my back and sides. I raised my mouth to hers and kissed her lips again, my tongue seeking hers deep in her fresh mint-flavoured mouth. As we kissed, I slid my left hand under the sheet and along the soft skin of her thigh.
I drew my fingers slowly in a long line up the inside of her thigh towards her vulva. Instinctively, she pressed her knees together to prevent my touching her most private parts. I smiled at her and lowered my hand to her knees again.
“Are you ok Princess?” I whispered. Sophie nodded.
My hand rose again towards her vulva. Again her legs tightened together but less strongly so this time. I stroked her upper thigh gently then ran my fingers slowly up and down her legs, each gentle stroke pressing deeper and deeper, higher and higher, her legs parting fraction by fraction until my fingers finally brushed against her soft, tightly curled pubic hair.
Sophie froze at the touch of my fingers on her outer lips. I held my hand still, allowing her body to adjust to the feeling as I kissed her deliberately deeply, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth.
I felt the tension in her body begin to relax and pressed my middle finger between her outer lips, parting them gently. She was hot and wet inside. I felt encouraged. Kissing her lips more gently now, I began to work my finger up and down her slit, feeling her legs parting slowly and her vulva opening like a flower at my touch.
With as much gentleness as I could muster, I slid my finger towards the top of her slit to find her clitoris. It was tiny and took several small circles of my fingertip to locate, but when eventually I touched its delicate underside, my daughter’s body jumped in surprise on the sheet alongside me.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked softly. There was a pause then she shook her head.
“Do you want me to stop now?” This was answered by an emphatic shaking of her head.
Relaxing a little, I began to move my fingertip in little circles around her tiny but swelling clitoris, feeling it grow harder and larger at my touch. Sophie’s legs opened wider to allow me freer access and she began to moan softly under her breath. I felt her vagina lubricating, her wetness running down my remaining fingers and into my palm. I kissed her breasts, my tongue and teeth toying with her nipples as her excitement grew and grew, her head rocking slowly from side to side on the pillow.