Sparkle

She bit her lip and made her decision. There was a small gap, but it was big enough for her petite frame and once committed, it was hard to stop Naia from doing anything she set her mind too.

Naia moved forward and stood in front of her father. She faced the same way and leaned back against him. She took a deep breath, releasing it silently into the night and out over the ocean. She could feel the hard line of his body pressed in tight against her back and she swallowed at the feel of her father's dick pressed in lightly against her curve of her bottom. Naia couldn't help but wonder if he trembled on the inside like she did.

When she felt his hands come to rest on her shoulders she nearly yelped in surprise. But when she felt his lips press against her hair as he kissed the top of her head, she had to stop herself from grinding back against his groin. He dropped his head and his skin scalded her where they touched cheek to cheek, his face next to hers.

"Baby girl," he breathed with soft intensity. "Do you know how much I love you?"

Her tongue felt ungainly in her mouth, her lips dry. She did know, but she wanted to say, No Daddy, why don't you show me? But she wasn't feeling quite that bold. She swallowed and tried to make her voice sound flippant, flirty even. "Not as much as I love you."

She forced a mischievous grin as she turned her head and rubbed her nose against his cheek before she ducked her chin forward and gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. Without truly thinking through the consequences, her sudden movement flowed through her entire body and everything kind of happened at once.

The unexpected shift in her stance made her bottom grind back against her father's groin and she sucked in a breath as she felt the thick length of his hard cock mash into the crack of her ass. Her gasp also accentuated the realization that her father's cock could only be hard for one simple reason... Her!

At the same time she felt her father's fingers dig into her shoulders as his breath caught and he wasn't quite able to stop the half gasp, half groan that sounded in her ear. A sound that sent a sharp sting of sensation down her neck and into each of her nipples as they pulled even tighter and tingled. A sound that made her innermost centre quiver and flood through her with aching need.

His eyes flashed wide in shock for a second and then a look that cradled the hottest fire burned in his irises and his gaze stole her breath away.

Naia's body clenched in an unholy way and she didn't realize but she braced herself by gripping the front of her Daddy's pants; the loose linen bunched in her hands over his thighs. Her hands actually pulled against his trousers as she pressed her body back against his, her ass grinding harder, and released one little word, "Daddy..."

Her voice was a softer whisper than the light summer breeze sneaking in off the ocean.

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Blair had felt like half his body deflated in that one, desperate sigh against his daughter's neck. Feeling her hands claw up his pants as she brazenly ground her ass against his stiff cock caused his pulse to jackhammer out of control. He couldn't resist tasting her soft neck in a moist kiss, briefly touching the wet tip of his tongue to her skin.

"Baby," he moaned. "...oh, my baby girl."

Against any shred of reason or judgment, he ground his straining cock back against the taut round spheres of Naia's ass and dug his fingers even harder into the meat of her shoulders. His sweet reward was a half whimpered gasp that seemed to rise by automatic reflex from her throat. It made the pulse in Blair's rigid cock feel impossibly hot and powerful. He couldn't resist sliding his left hand across her collarbone to clamp lightly around his daughter's delicate throat, pulling her upper body against him as snugly as her ass.

Naia whimpered again and uttered a soft moan. Blair's cock leapt with heat as he felt the vibration of sound and air pushing through her throat. She gripped his pant legs even harder, as if she were trying to rip through the fabric with her nails.

"Daddy..." she mewled again. The lilt of her tone told him she wanted to say more but didn't have the words for whatever was going through her mind.

Blair wanted to believe he knew what she would have said next, that she would have spoken the very same words that were broiling in his own mind as well. But that was crazy thinking. This could only be one of those freakish larks of circumstance. It was too much to believe Naia might feel as much of this heat down in the pit of her soul as the surface of her fine skin, but the way she kept her shapely young ass in motion against his cock was turning his brain into slush.

He could feel her breath deepen as he cupped her throat in his hand. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, and he couldn't resist finally satisfying his burning curiosity as he let his right hand slip underneath her skirt and slide up the side of her bare thigh. His palm made a smooth glide over her hip, meeting nothing but silken skin as the reality of her not wearing panties finally met his imagination.

But Blair couldn't bring himself to take his hand away. Naia mewled softly as he touched her hip, and the only thing he could manage to do in response was let his hand glide further, searching for the hot softness of her inner thigh. He knew his hand was mere inches from her bare pussy, and he swore he could feel waves of heat emanating from her core.

"Baby?" he called softly, his heart pounding. "Do you really want to know what was distracting me so much?"

He was convinced she already knew the answer, that she'd been consciously teasing his attention all along, but something in him craved to hear her admit it.

"Yes," she nodded, speaking in a husky breath.

Blair hesitated a few seconds. He knew the next tiny movement would be as significant as any event in their entire lives together. His hand moved slowly, brushing and kneading at the same time, until his fingers came up against his beautiful daughter's warm, swollen pussy. Her naked mound felt as smooth as a wet plum, and both father and daughter heaved a simultaneous gasp as Blair's fingers graced her exquisitely fine skin.

"At first," he told her with a deep sigh, "it was just a little sparkle from that chain you're wearing on your ankle. The one I gave you on your birthday."

"Oh, Daddy, yes..." she cooed as he gripped her harder, pressing his large fingers harder against her mound.

"But then I couldn't keep from looking at your legs...my god, baby girl, your skin is...is...it's...so perfect. "

He dug his thick, middle finger down into the slippery wet crease between her swollen pussy lips. She moaned from deep in her throat, a sound her father had never heard her make before, and ground her tight, young ass against the hard lump of cock in his pants.

"Forgive me, baby, but Daddy just wanted to kiss you all over those smooth, luscious legs. But then..."

He ground his finger upward, entering her dripping hole. Naia yowled softly and rolled her hips against the welcome invasion of her father's finger.

"I couldn't tell from where I was," he went on, "but I could've sworn you weren't wearing panties. And you were teasing me weren't you? Teasing your own Daddy. Making me wonder. Making me want your hot little pussy more than I've ever wanted anything."

Blair's finger shoved deeper into Naia's pussy. At the same time, he slipped the other hand downward from her neck into the top of her dress and cupped his hand tightly around her breast. Her nipple was tight and hard, and he squeezed it firmly as he pumped his finger deeper into her oozing pussy.

"This is the way Daddy loves you, baby girl. The way I've always dreamed of having you. I never knew if you could ever love me back the same way, but lately...lately..."

~~~

Naia's brain fizzled and popped. Her blood rushed through her young body at a million miles an hour, making her swoon with giddiness. She gulped continually but she just couldn't seem to catch a breath. And all the while, her skin blazed at the touch of her father's warm hands. His very scent seemed to envelop her senses, filling her with such an overload of feelings she could barely think straight. Naia felt like she was going to burn up and float away on the breeze, her father's every touch scorching her skin and making her insides quiver.

Her father... her Daddy! He was, oh god... his hands! God, his hands were sliding against her skin, her flesh, making her body cry out in a million ways for more, as his words fell like tiny bombs inside her ears to reverberate unnaturally about her skull and made her back teeth feel like they were going to implode from the pressure that was building inside her.

Sound vibrated up and out of her throat without conscious thought, sound that was raw and came from a deep pit of longing Naia kept hidden inside her. She had dreamed of hearing her father speak words like that countless times before but Naia had never once entertained the idea of it actually happening. Neither had she thought with any real certainty that her dark, youthful fantasies would become anything more than that ... mere fantasy.

But here she stood; cradled in the hard, but loving embrace of the only man she'd ever truly loved, with his hands touching her in ways she'd only ever secretly dreamed of. The slide of his fingers under her skirt, hitching up the material almost as badly as it hitched up her breath, made Naia shiver. Her whole body trembled, tension pulling every nerve she owned taut with searing need.

Naia whimpered again as his words touched her in places hands could never reach.

"Baby?" She heard him say in the voice he reserved for quiet moments. "Do you really want to know what was distracting me so much?"

Naia swallowed trying to wet her throat. She already knew, she'd known the moment she'd seen him looking, but she wasn't above hearing the words being spoken out loud. She nodded, her voice husky from lack of moisture, "Yes."

Her father seemed to hesitate for a few seconds and Naia held her breath knowing that the next few moments could irrevocably change both their lives in ways that could only be imagined.

She swallowed another whimper as his hand moved slowly, brushing and kneading at the same time, until his fingers came up against Naia's warm, swollen pussy. She sucked in such a hard breath through her nose, it stung and she bit the inside of her cheek to stop from crying out into the velvety night. His fingers slid higher, and her naked mound throbbed wetly. Both she and her father heaved a simultaneous gasp as his fingers glanced against her exquisitely tender flesh.

"At first," he told her with a deep sigh, the tickle of his breath sending shivers down her neck, "it was just a little sparkle from that chain you're wearing on your ankle. The one I gave you on your birthday."

"Oh," she cooed as her Daddy's grip tightened, pressing his large fingers harder against her mound. "Daddy, yes..."

"But then I couldn't keep from looking at your legs..." his voice was hushed, reverent. "My god, baby girl, your skin is...is...it's...so perfect. "

She moaned from deep in her throat as he dug his thick, middle finger down into the slippery wet crease between her swollen pussy lips. Naia couldn't stop herself as she ground her tight, young ass against the hard lump of his cock. She could hear her father's breath falter against her ear and she wondered if his cock throbbed as hard as her little pussy did.

"Forgive me, baby, but Daddy just wanted to kiss you all over those smooth, luscious legs. But then..." His voice trailed off as he ground his finger upward, entering her dripping hole. Naia's voice warbled softly from her throat at the intrusion. Hot, aching need, seeped through her at her Daddy's touch and she rolled her hips against the welcome invasion of her father's thick finger, silently begging him to press deeper into her.

"I couldn't tell from where I was," he went on, "but I could've sworn you weren't wearing panties." Another pause, almost like he was making up his mind about something. Like he was making that final decision, as if what he said... what he was doing... wasn't quite far enough past being utterly wrong and socially – morally – unacceptable, but that what he was contemplating saying to his daughter, was by itself even more heinous than his finger digging into the soft folds of her honey soaked cunny.

Naia gasped in a needed breath and whimpered as her young, hormone soaked body quavered on the edge of a precipice. She wanted to cry out... to say, tell me Daddy, please, I want to know, I need to hear you say it because I want it too! But she couldn't find her voice, she'd lost it somewhere at the beginning of the cliff top path. Or her Daddy had stolen it away, locked it in her throat by sheer force of will as his fingers danced over her aching slit.

But she knew, Naia knew that her father would know what was in her heart. She knew it as surely as the sun would rise tomorrow, just like it always did. Because he was her Daddy and Naia, whether she was aware of it or not, was wired almost exactly the same way he was.

Naia thought, that deep down, she knew her father on a level that transcended speech, knew his wants and desires more intimately than he did himself sometimes, because she shared so many of them herself. Her lust for him had grown so deep and profound, that she no longer thought she would die from the ache she felt sometimes. And she knew that she'd never be able to hide it from him again. Not after this...

Her fingers clenched against the fabric of his pants and threatened to tear the material as her Daddy continued speaking, her body shaking, his lips touching her, his tongue flicking, "And you were teasing me weren't you? Teasing your own Daddy. Making me wonder. Making me want your hot little pussy more than I've ever wanted anything."

Naia's father's finger shoved deeper into her pussy and she bit back a cry of smoldering pleasure. At the same time, his hand slid downward from her neck into the top of her dress. His fingers gripped her breast, squeezing, pulping, driving her even crazier. Her nipple was tight and hard, and he clutched it firmly as he pumped his finger deeper into her oozing puss.

Naia's insides burned. Her quick intake of breath entered her as a shudder of cool air and she felt her knees beginning to shake as her hips strained forward onto her father's fingers wanting them to dive deeper.

"This is the way Daddy loves you, baby girl. The way I've always dreamed of having you. I never knew if you could ever love me back the same way, but lately...lately..."

Her body moved all on its own in a dance of form and limb older than time. Naia lost the ability to reason as sensation, hot and appealing, flooded through her youthful body. "Lately?" She managed to gasp as her hands snaked between their bodies and found their way to his zipper.

She could feel the thick rigidness of his cock under her knuckles as her fingers manipulated the metal tag. Naia drew down the zipper without thought, and yanked the two halves of material apart roughly enough that the button popped open as well.

"Fuck... lately baby..." Her father's voice whispered against her skin as he ground his hips forward and mashed his cock against the crease of her ass again, trapping her hands. The touch of his lips against the skin of her neck nearly made her shriek with want as she shifted and thrust her hands into the front of her Daddy's pants, gripping the pulsing heat of his cock meat.

His groan was deep and almost sounded a little vicious. "Holy, sweet, fucking, Christ!"

Naia felt the sharp edge of his teeth on her flesh and this time wasn't able to hold back the harsh whimper of sound that emanated from her throat. It broke out from between her clenched teeth as she squeezed her father's thick shaft as tightly as she could behind her. "Tell me Daddy... lately?" She begged breathlessly as she stroked his hard, throbbing cock with one hand while the other snaked further inside his pants to cup his heavy balls.

"Nnnggghhh oh fuck baby! Lately... oh god ... lately I seem to wonder if my little girl's dreams aren't... aren't somehow the same as my own?"

Naia gulped down a hard breath and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She could feel the hot, fast pulse of his heart as it throbbed in his cock and she knew that they were both on the same page... that they both knew that 'they' were inevitable.

Naia rolled her fingers over the dripping head of his burning knob and gasped at the feel of his slick sap. Naia didn't care if it was wrong, she didn't care if it was against the rules. She wanted this so badly it was driving her insane to deny it.

She stroked his thick shaft as she released her gentle grip on his balls. She parted her thighs a bit further, allowing her father's fingers to dig deeper as she leant forward a little, pressing down onto his hand and moaning hard even as she reached for and yanked up the back of her dress.

Without even thinking she'd freed her father's thick shaft from his pants and had angled it toward her pert ass. She rose up a little and pressed back, gasping as the spongy tip of his inflated member slithered between her tight cheeks and pressed up against her tight little ring. Her aching groan was absolutely debauched, and her father's matched it tone for tone.

"Oh fuck baby." He panted. "Fuck..."

"Please Daddy..." She replied breathlessly as she pressed against his prick, feeling it slide wetly along the shallow crack of her butt as the tip came to rest against the base of her young pussy and her father's fingers.

Her father's breathless moans were making her crazy and Naia tilted her hips back towards him, raising her butt higher and opening her young, aching cunt to him. She needed him, wanted to feel him inside her. Now that she knew he really did feel the same, it seemed ignominiously stupid of them to deny their feelings.

She gasped as her Daddy jerked his fingers from her sweet, clasping pussy and pressed them against the head of his wet cock, mashing the bulbous head of his shaft against her slippery slit. She felt him thrust against her, sliding the length of it along her moist cleft and up to her clit. She moaned again as he pumped his cock against her sweet wetness a couple more times, each time hitting her sensitive love pea.

Naia leant over the top of the wall, gripping the top with hard fingers, openly giving herself to her father. She groaned, "Please Daddy..."

"God, baby..." her father groaned as he saw the tip of his cock poised dangerously at her young opening. Naia groaned as he couldn't resist stroking the tip of it along her slit.

"Oh god... please Daddy, fuck me now!"

"But..." Her father's voice was gasping but hesitant.

"Now Daddy, please..."

"But Baby, have you ev...?"

"No!" She interrupted him with a shake of her head.

She heard his agonized groan. "Baby, it'll hurt..."

"I don't care. I need you now Daddy, now god, fuck me now."

"Fuck, oh God Baby! What if someone sees...?"

Naia gave an aggravated growl at her father who continued to tease her slit with his cock even as he raised objections. Was he intentionally trying to frustrate her? "Fuck 'em! Let them see, let them wish they were us. I don't care. I just need you inside me now Daddy. Just fuck me now or so help me, I'm gonna scream blue fucking murder all the way back to the party..." it was only a half idle threat, but Naia didn't think her father would make her fulfill the hollow promise.

Her father's growl was savagely feral she felt the pressure increase against her seeping cunt. She tilted her hips even more, opening the dewy petals of her private flower wide for her Daddy to take.