Daddy, I want more

Again, the feel of his warm hand on my flesh had me gasping for air as it was placed on the small of my back. He shifted the position ever-so-slightly, as though to settle me into his arms, and I felt a flash of unexpected pleasure. The feeling of embarrassment followed it immediately. All he was doing was giving suggestions and words of comfort. Getting sexual at this very moment was the worst possible idea.

Yet, the more I stayed in his arms, the heavier I became, because I just wanted to be with him more. His perfume was alluring; it was like a combination of wood and leather. He seemed to respond to whatever was going on between us by tensing up and contracting his muscles where I was holding him.

He gripped the side of my face and pulled me back so he could look down into my eyes while his hand in my hair shifted. The intensity of his stare took the life force out of me. cause a tingling sensation in all my nerves.

His stare was menacing. Wild. It made it clear he was contemplating a horrendous act.

We were two individuals standing on the edge of a cliff, terrified that the earth underneath them might give way at any moment and send them tumbling to their deaths. The quick, irregular breathing only helped us raise our shoulders somewhat. My eyes closed as his hand burned across my face.

I knew we were doomed as his eyes wandered to my slightly parted lips, and the worst thing was that I didn't care. Actually, I was hoping it would. As he leaned down to kiss me, I angled my head to meet his.

His soft, tentative kiss shook my whole body and drowned out any other noise. I responded to the tentative probing of his delicate lips on mine. Still, I pushed for it. I let his inquisitive tongue to enter my mouth.

When our careless kiss reached a new level, he took a long breath in via his nose, but it didn't stop him from exploring my lips. The palm of his hand pressed into my back, pulling me closer to him, and his hold on my face tightened. His silky tongue glided past my lips and into mine, sending shivers down my spine.

As he kissed me, I was paralyzed with fear that the spell would be broken if I did something so simple as think, breathe, or move.

By raising me higher with the hand that was cupping my face, Dr. Johnson was able to break the seal between our lips, but his mouth remained on my skin. Rapidly, it swept over my cheekbone and down the side of my neck.

I shivered.

The tremor that rocked my shoulders had nothing to do with the fact that my skimpy bikini was still wet and that air conditioning was blowing on us from a vent above. It wasn't the reason my breasts had become so firm that they protruded from the triangles of my bikini top.

Johnson, MD, was the man in charge.

As he approached and started walking me backwards toward the wall, I almost went tumbling over. He withdrew his hand from behind me and slammed his palm on the wall next to my head.

The sound of his labored breathing invaded my head and ears. What the heck am I doing?

Was he talking to himself? For the simple reason that he didn't stop. A fresh surge of shivers ran through me as his wet lips brushed over my neck and closed on the point where it joined my body. An electric shock surged between my legs as he sucked gently. My hands were tightly clutching his t-shirt while my arms were around his waist.

I knew I shouldn't like it, but I did, and it was fantastic.

I closed my eyes as I lowered my head into his palm, making more place for a kiss on my neck.

The question "You mean, what the heck are we doing?" To be honest, I didn't say much, but I was as invested in this as he was.

The notion slammed in my head as I ran my fingers through his thick hair. Is this dishonesty? The answer is obviously not that. The relationship with David was over when I terminated it. We both wanted more resolution after what I had finished, but we never got it.

As Dr.hand Jonson's slid down the wall and settled on my shoulder, the tips of his fingers brushing against the black thread that held my top in place, my heart sprang into my throat.

In an instant, the temperature in the room went from sweltering to icy. The battle between my mind and body was making me hot and cold. His lips closed over mine as his mouth climbed again up the incline of my neck.

He was older than me by twenty years. The dad of my ex-boyfriend. The question remains, "What was I thinking?" As we are? It was imperative that we seem completely crazy. A wet triangular pattern from my swimsuit bled into his shirt as he forced me up against the wall.

Upon his kiss, I melted into the floor. His mouth's movements on mine were more than merely alluring; they compelled submission. I wanted more of his rapacious kiss than I could possibly get.

What we're doing is wrong, and we need to stop, I said under my breath. The words coming out of my mouth contradicted the message my body was sending. Because of the arch in my back, I was able to push off the wall and make his hand drop. His fingers slowly traced the contour of my breast over my flesh