Between Us

“What is this?” I asked, doing my best to prolong this moment.

Erin blushed. The tattoo was what she thought I had been looking at this entire time. “It’s a butterfly,” she said.

Tracing over the blue and yellow wings of the butterfly, I heard her breath tremble. She liked my touch. Her hardening nipples were positive proof of that fact. “When did you get it?”

She shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate on my question and not my hand. “I’ve had it. Didn’t I tell you?”

“No, Erin. I would remember something like this.” God, I didn’t think I would ever forget it. I stared at her exposed hip and the skin revealed to me. My imagination wondered why I did not see the outer edge of the dark diamond-shaped hair which I knew I should be seeing. Did she shave? Did she wax?

“Do you like it, Daddy?”

“Oh, yes, baby. She’s beautiful.”

Now, lying on my side, I wondered if she could feel the erection straining to break free of my pants. I looked up to see her staring at me. What is she thinking about all this, I wondered.

Erin smiled. “Goodnight, love.” She leaned forward to kiss what I assumed would be my cheek, when I suddenly felt her lips press against mine.

The kiss was innocent but, I cupped her face, hanging on to that kiss just a bit longer than she had anticipated.

When Erin backed away, she felt my sex piercing into her thigh. She smiled bashfully as she looked down at what she felt pressing into her flesh. “I think those pictures did more for you than you let on.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, that is certainly not because of me,” she said leaving the room. But, my excitement was because of her. It was always because of her.

After Erin left, I did my best to calm myself. I thought that a good night’s rest would help but, that proved more elusive than I had ever dreamed. Unable to sleep, I went to my study.

I sat behind my desk, thinking not of the book in front of me but, the young woman that I knew was sleeping in the room directly above me. Setting the book down, I reclined in my large leather chair. I untied the sash of my robe allowing it to open. Looking down at my legs, I remembered how, in recent months, I had been content to lounge around my house in the nude. I had told myself that I would not be able to do that now that Erin was here. The truth was that I wanted to be free of my restricting clothes more now than ever.

Stripping out of my pants, I closed my eyes while relaxing in my quiet study. I must have nodded off because when I came to, Erin was standing above me. Nervously, I tried to cover myself up but, she had her head down and did not seem to notice that I had nothing on except my robe. I tensed as I saw the way that she held her head.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” I asked sitting up. My eyes slowly moved over her form, loving the tank top near burst and the thin underwear.

She shook her head, raking her fingers through her long dark hair. “I think that I might be coming down with something.”

Her voice had sounded so child-like. Erin was asking for my help. The same way that she would have asked for help after having a bad dream, when she had been a little girl. It always made me want to move heaven and earth to make things right for her again.

“Do you have a fever?” I asked.

Erin took my hand, bringing it to her forehead. “I don’t know,” she mumbled in a pout.

Concern brought a frown to my face. “You do feel a little warm.”

“I do?”

“Yes,” I answered hoarsely, feeling more concerned with the way that she was holding my hand between her breasts.

Erin moved my hand down the length of her beautiful body, guiding my hand beneath her panties. My fingers were guided deep within her, enveloped in warmth that coursed through me like electricity. “Do I feel hot, Daddy?” she asked.

“Yes,” I gasped.

I delved deeper inside of her. My reward was a lustful plea to give her more, accompanied by a noticeable increase in the essence coating my fingers. Unable to be without her any longer, I cleared my desk with a sweep of my hand. As I hooked my arms around her waist, lifting her onto the desk, Erin raised her shirt over her head, then cast the discarded garment carelessly to the floor.

“Oh, Erin, you’re beautiful.”

Her hands cupped my face bringing my mouth to her full breasts. I listened to her inhale behind clenched teeth as my tongue swirled over breast. I kissed my way down her body, stopping at those cotton panties which had been tormenting me all night. Running my tongue over the fabric, I found her clit, gently sucking and nibbling at it.

“Daddy, please.”

Looking into her brown eyes, I could see lust but, above all else, need. She needed me.

Erin raised her hips, helping me to pull off what was separating us. She slid her hands over my chest, moving up to my shoulders, pushing back my robe, sending it down over my arms and finally to the ground. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me close.

Taking my erection in hand, I rubbed my tip against her vaginal lips. She was so wet and I wanted her so much. I would have liked to been fast and furious but, I forced myself to take my time, enjoying every moment of this. It surprised me how nervous I felt. I was shaking with anticipation as I eased inside of her.

Erin had easily taken all of me into her. She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me deeply. Her smooth cinnamon legs brought me in deeper, guiding my tempo as she met my thrusts with her own.

“I want to cum,” I moaned feeling myself dangerously close to climax as I thrust harder at her command.

“Not yet,” she pleaded. “I’m so close.”

Clenching my teeth, I ordered myself to hold out just a bit longer. Just as Erin had promised, I soon felt her juices covering my lap. I held tightly to her as she clung tightly to me while shivering in delight. In that moment, I could feel the throb of spurt after spurt filling her with everything I had to give. I closed my eyes reveling in the sensation.

Opening my eyes with a jerk, I saw Erin gently placing a freshly folded stack of my clothes on my dresser. I stared around my room in bewilderment. As my eyes adjusted to the surroundings of my room, I realized that it was morning.

Erin smiled as she noticed that I was awake. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said. “I just did a little laundry and thought I would bring your clothes in here for you.” She stopped, looking at me with concern in her eyes as she saw that I was covered in sweat. Noticing the wild expression in my eyes, she moved closer to me. “Were you dreaming?”

I couldn’t speak. I only nodded slowly.

It wasn’t real, I thought. I had been so sure that last night had been real. How could it have only been a dream?

“Was she good?” she teased. Raising the sheets, Erin slipped into the bed with me, despite my many protests. As she wrapped her arms around me, pulling herself close to me, she felt my hardened sex dig in to her hip.”I guess so.”

I had heard the small gasp leave her lips which caused me to immediately pull away. Rolling over, I turned my back to her. “I’m sorry, Erin. I-”

Hugging me tightly, Erin pressed herself to me. “Shh, Daddy. You don’t have to apologize,” she said, putting and end to my apology before I could say any more. “We’re both grown-ups. We both understand how the body works.” She kissed my ear. “So you had a nice dream; so what? We all do. There’s no need to apologize for it or feel guilty because of it. Okay?”

I sighed, bringing her hand to my lips. As I kissed her hand, I felt her nuzzle against me. It was not long before we each drifted off to a contented sleep.

When I woke, Erin slept with her back pressed snugly to my chest. I breathed in the perfume of her hair feeling that unsatisfied stirring once again inside my pants. I was surprised to hear a soft laugh leave the woman, whom I had presumed was still sleeping.

“Daddy, who is it that you keep dreaming about?” she asked in a drowsy voice. “She must be something, if she can excite you the way she does.”

“She’s amazing,” I told her which to my surprise caused goose-bumps to form over her arms.

“I think you ought to tell her how you feel,” she yawned.

“Why?”

“She’s missing out on something very impressive,” I heard her say. This instantly caused my erection to grow. Erin laughed because of it.

“Careful, Daddy. Someone’s liable to get impaled on that thing.”

I was forced to back away because of the visions of her sliding down on me which stirred through my mind.

Erin propped herself up on her elbow. She smiled over her shoulder, knowing exactly why I had pulled away. Then, her eyes shifted to the clock. “Oh, my God! Daddy, look what time it is.” I tore my eyes away from her silhouette, looking instead to the clock on my dresser. “Twelve o’clock?” I asked in amazement. “How could we have slept that long?”

Five hours had passed and I hadn’t even realized it.

“Did you sleep good?” she asked me.

Nervously, I nodded. Although, she would have had to be watching me closely to notice it, I thought.

Erin leaned over kissing my lips with that same chaste manner that she had demonstrated the night before. “So did I, love.”

“Really?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes, the best that I have in quite some time.” She favored me with a gentle gaze before she motioned with her chin to the bathroom over my shoulder. “Go get ready and do whatever it is that takes you such a long time whenever you’re in the shower.”

I blushed with embarrassment. “What do you think I do in the shower?”

“Love, no one takes showers as long as you do unless they are doing something besides bathing.”

I laughed, loving the way that she was so honest with me. “And how would you know?” I teased.

The intensity of her smile increased. “I take long showers, too.”

“I’ll remember that.”

Sitting up, I felt her eyes raking over my body. I could tell whatever she was thinking it was nothing that a daughter should be thinking about her father. It was invigorating. “Something on your mind?”

Erin sighed as she got out of my bed. Stopping in the doorway, she looked back at me over her shoulder. “Tell her,” she said. “You deserve to be happy, Daddy.”

“I am happy,” I said, leaving for the bathroom.