
When I got home the house was quiet, you were probably out with friends. I lay my keys on the counter, loosened my tie, and poured myself a drink. As I sat in my study relaxing by the fire I let the warm amber liquid burn as it passed my lips. The weekend was finally here and I needed to unwind. I heard the door creek open yet I just stared into the flames. You must of stayed in tonight and I know how you liked to sneak up behind me for a little kiss to welcome me home. I felt your soft smile press against my rough unshaven face as you lean around the back of my chair. Still gazing into the fire, trying to shake off the frustrations of the day my grin widens at your kiss. “Thank you baby, staying in tonight?” a simple mmm hmmm with no other response causes me to turn.
I look back to see you wearing one of my white dress shirts with only a few buttons together. Your tight firm breasts slightly teasing my eyes as you sway your shoulders side to side with your hands clasped behind your back. A devilish innocence in your eyes as I see you look down. Your white cottons stretched at your ankles. “Baby are you having an issue with your panties?” You knew how I loved when you wore my shirts, I could see you have that playful look in your eyes before. “mmm hummm Daddy they keep falling off…” a pouty face and big eyes fluttered at me.
“Baby what do you mean they keep falling off….” My smirk matching yours as you shoulders sway more and you life your foot up and down before biting your lip. “……does Daddy need to rub your tender petals so they stick like last time?” mmmmm hmmmm with a sly little look. “Then stand closer” you move to the edge of my chair as I look up at you. With our gaze connected I run my hand along your thigh. Your widen your stance anticipating my touch.
I let my fingertips lightly brush over your puffy folds and along your slit front to back. Your lip must of started to hurt with as much nibbling as you were doing. I glide across your soft moist flesh as you whimper. You start to rock your hips over my thick fingers “Like that baby?” mmmm hmmmm a soft moan reply. I softly spread your flower and dip into your sweet warmth. I am slow, painfully slow inside you as your hands move to hold on. One on my shoulder and the other around my wrist. You were guiding me. I let you. You needed it faster, deeper. I could feel those familiar flexes in your silk as you closed your eyes.
You were so close and I could smell that delicious sweet musk I create in you. You move my touch deeper, pulling my wrist into you as I curl my fingers and run them along your silk walls. Then I let my thumb stroke over your tender bud and you call out with a shiver as your juices run along my fingers. I pull my touch away as you let go of my wrist. I reach down and pull your panties up snug to your hips and rub over the material till I feel the moisture cling. Then I taste my fingers and look back at the fire. You come to sit in my lap and curl up against me. Head resting in the nook of my shoulder as I hold you close. “So glad your home Daddy.”