Entering the room, he tosses his jacket into a nearby chair and comes up behind her. Looking over her shoulder, seeing what she sees and finds that the view in the full-length mirror was in fact stunning. "Damn your beautiful baby", he tells her.
Watching her grow up had been one amazing ride and today he could admit... he was not happy about watching her walk down the aisle into the arms of another man.
"I wish to give you my wedding gift before you put on your veil but need to ask you three very unusual requests, first..." Hands move up to her shoulders as he slowly turns her about so she can face him.
Being about 5'4, her long hair normally down her back but swept up for her special day. The wedding dress accenting her curves even more as if the dress was painted on. Giving her a quick once over he decides that yes he was going to do this.
"Kenzi, I love you so much" he tells her and she bobs her head as if she has heard this many times over the years, all in one context or another but he shakes his head, continuing "No, Kenzi.... Since your mother passed away it has just been you and I. I have been the dutiful father but once you turned eighteen and you became an adult... I see you in a new light. You have grown into a beautiful young woman."
"Aw, daddy... I love you too" she exclaims and moves arms about his neck to hug him. God she smelled wonderful, and then he reaches up... moving his hands to pull her arms down. "I love you Kenzi," he tells her again. Seeing confusion on her face, he lets a hand slip about her corseted waist and pulls her closer to him. Before she can protest, he kisses her and not some fatherly chaste kiss... he kisses her like a man kissing a woman.
At first, her lips are solid... cold against his lips, then as he leaves his pressed against hers, lightly running his tongue over her lips... just when he thinks he was wrong, her lips part and he slips into her mouth... tasting his daughter lips for the first time... which causes her to make a small sound in surprise. Stiffening in his arms but as the kiss deepens, she begins to relax in his arms and hesitantly... her tongue tentatively touches his at first and then chases his as the kiss continues.
Pulling back from the kiss, seeing her confusion in her eyes, he can only show her a hint of a smile before he continues; " I wish to give you your wedding gift early, however I ask for three small requests. The first one - is permission to kiss you again... but I don't want you to kiss me as my daughter... but as a man to a woman."
"But daddy, I'm your daughter" she lowers her voice "I'm your... were... Well we're family." she states.
However he notices the hint of color to her face as she speaks and keeps his hold about her waist. Not so much for the kiss he was asking for... but more in fear for the fact she might try to bolt.
There had been clues... hints... the past couple of years but neither couldn't act on. As much as he wanted to... he couldn't but now that she was of age he could. Surprising him, her arms about his neck pull him down, she steps up to meet his lips... not needing any more encouragement he kisses her as if their lives depended on it.
Lost in their kiss; feeling her hands move up, fingers slip into his hair... soon her body is pressed up against his. His other hand cups her face, then down to run over the top of her dress... gripping one breast over the material of her dress... their kiss only giving him the go-ahead to continue and ask for the next request.
Pulling back again he notices her eyes are glazed, face fully flushed... even her breath has quickened and so he leans in to give another quick kiss. Feeling her reach for him again, he chuckles and gives a shake of his head.
"My 2nd request..." pausing a moment, afraid of her reaction, "I want to feel your breasts that I have watched mature through the years and become so round and ... " he can't help to leave the sentence off as he has wanted to touch them for years. Watching them grow from small bee stings to the full firm round shape which holds up her dress.
Instead of anger or something else to make him feel shame for his request... he watches her turn about. The back of her dress now facing him, he moves fingers up to unzip her dress and as it folds over... finding she wears no bra as the top of her dress had a corset built into it. His hands move up about her front and he begins to grip each firm, youthful, fleshy mound... fingers move to the nipples... teasing them by rolling them between fingers, giving small pinches and then she turns slowly about...
To see them, she willingly offer them to him... his head lowers and he takes one into his mouth... suckling one... tasting... drawing it in and even nipping with his teeth... small sounds he hears her starting to make as he moves back and forth between the two... wanting to enjoy them as much as possible, as the hint of fear he will never do so again comes to mind.
