Her lips were warm, wet and slipped deliciously over mine as our mouths met. I wrapped my hands around her ass and pulled her tight so the bulge of my erection was lodged in the junction of her legs. She turned to face me, put her hands on my shoulders, laid her head on my chest and murmured “I love you daddy.”
I rested my hand on the back of her head, “I love you too Kaitlyn.”
She lifted her head and kissed me on the cheek, “Daddy, would you kiss me?”
I scanned her pretty schoolgirl face and replied “You should never have to ask that question, I’m always ready to kiss you sweetheart” then pecked her on the forehead. That kept the conversation going for the length of dinner and into the living room. No, I guess I want you to know your dad will be my husband, your father as long as we live. As we stood in the rising moon with her head on my shoulder the bonds of our relationship started to unravel.
