It was time to move on.
My fingers still pressed firmly against her inner lips, I kissed her firm, pointed breasts one last time and slowly planted a line of tiny butterfly kissed across the smooth skin of her belly as I moved my mouth closer and closer to the heat of her vulva. The firm muscles of her skinny tummy emphasised her youth and innocence and brought a lump of emotion to my throat.
I wriggled around the bed until I was kneeling on the floor, my head between her open thighs. I lowered my face to her vulva.
“What are you doing, Dad?” She asked in a hushed, slightly dreamy voice.
“Shhh Princess!” I whispered. “Trust me – you’ll love it!”
And with that, I gently teased open her puffy outer labia revealing her red, wet core. I could smell the sexiness of her arousal against the sweet aroma of bath oil on her skin.
I breathed heavily onto the puffy outer lips of her vulva. She shivered a little.
“What are you…….”
My tongue toyed with her tightly curled pubic hair and tickled the hairless crease where her thigh met her vulva.
“Oh!…..” She said almost in surprise. She hummed under her breath, sounding so young but feeling so much a woman to me.
Then, in a single stroke, I ran the tip of my tongue from the base of her slit upwards until it danced over her tiny hard clitoris.
“Oh My God!”
Sophie’s body convulsed on the bed. She sat bolt upright and grabbed my hair with both hands.
“Princess! Did I hurt you?” I asked for the second time.
She did not reply but I felt her painful grip on my hair relax a little as she lowered herself to the pillow again.
My confidence restored, I returned my attention to her vulva where, with even more care, I began to lap at her inner lips.
“OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod!”
This time the pleasure in her voice was unmistakeable. I slid my palms under her soft buttocks and lifted her sweetness to my mouth. Gently, gently I lapped again at her inner lips, and upwards until the tip of my tongue found the hood of her clitoris. I worked my tongue under the hood, then round in circles until I brought it upwards in a long stroke along its underside.
Sophie convulsed on the bed once again and a loud squeal shattered the silence in the room. The sudden noise surprised me but held her buttocks in my palms and kept on licking and kissing my daughter as her pleasure mounted, dipping my tongue into her vagina with each stroke, feeling the resistance of her intact hymen against its tip as I teased her.
Her hands gripped my hair tightly again as tremors of what was perhaps her first climax passed through her body. Sophie began to moan loudly – a strange, unfamiliar sound, almost like an animal in pain and I realised she was probably at least as scared by these new sensations as she was aroused. She squealed loudly as once again my tongue enveloped her hard clitoris.
“Are you alright?” I suddenly heard from the doorway behind me as Susie peered around the door’s edge.
I froze, trying to imagine my wife’s response at seeing my head buried deep between her daughter’s thighs. But I needn’t have worried.