Later that day...
Vincent arrives home exhausted. As he shuts his car door and the cool night air hits him, all he can think is how badly he wants a drink and a soak in the hot tub. He loosens his tie as he enters the house. "Baby Girl? I'm home!" he calls out, but is met with silence. He looks around the kitchen and doesn't see Rose. He sighs, looks at his watch and decides he has enough time to order a pizza before jumping into the shower. As he pulls his phone out to order, Rose comes around the corner.
"Hey Daddy!" she smiles. "How was work?"
"Hey Baby Girl," he hugs her and kisses the top of her head. "Long...very long. You hungry? I was going to order pizza."
"Starving, actually," she giggles.
"You want your usual?"
"Yes please."
"Okay," he chuckles and kisses her head again. "I'll order and then I have got to shower." He smiles softly, but inside he's excited to have an evening of just him and Rose. "You wanna watch a movie or something?"
"Actually, I was hoping to get in the hot tub. My back is kinda sore."
His heart skips a beat and his breath catches in his throat. "I was thinking the same thing..."
"Well," she takes his jacket, "you go shower, I'll wait for the pizza and meet you outside." She smiles lovingly. She's doting on him like a wife would...
"No! No! Get that thought out of your head, Vincent!"
He thinks to himself. Outloud, he manages to say, "Sounds good Baby Girl."
A little while later, Vincent comes downstairs wearing an opened button-up shirt and swim trunks and looks out on the patio to find Rose sitting at the patio table with the two pizzas and some plates. She is wearing an oversized pink T-shirt, but he can see the knot of her bikini top just barely poking out the neckline. He smiles to himself, then heads outside. He's pleasantly surprised to also find that she has his favorite drink waiting for him; a double whiskey on the rocks. Rose has a lemon drop martini in a stemless wine glass with a sugar rim.
He comes up behind her, puts his hands on her shoulders, kisses the top of her head, and runs his hands down her arms. "You went above and beyond, Baby Girl."
"Well, you said you had a long day, so I figured this would help." She looks up at him and smiles.
"Thank you, baby girl..." he leans down and kisses her forehead. "Have I told you you're my favorite?" he teases.
Rose giggles, "Daddy! I'm your only child; of course I'm your favorite."
"Fine," he chuckles. "You're my favorite person." He kisses her forehead again. "Better?"
She laughs and pats the chair beside her. "Come on, eat before it gets cold."
Vincent and Rose eat and talk a little bit more about their days. His stirring feelings are gone and he just has a pleasant dinner with his daughter. After they both finish eating, Rose cleans up, refreshes his drink, and comes back outside. Vincent has taken off his shirt and is sitting in the hot tub. Rose pulls her oversized shirt off and comes up to the edge of the hot tub.
"Here you go, daddy," she says as she leans over to hand him his drink.
When Vincent turns to take the drink his heart nearly stops. Rose is there in her red bikini, bending over, her breasts only a few inches from him. He swallows hard and is thankful the bubbles are going because he feels himself get hard. He clears his throat and says, "Th-thanks baby girl." He takes the drink from her and nearly drops it.
"Careful Daddy," she giggles as she steps into the hot tub.
His mind races instantly and he is drowning in thoughts of Rose...
He is filled with an urge to pull her into his arms, onto to lap, put his hands on her breasts, and tongue down her throat. His hand twitches at the thought of ripping her bikini top off and burying his face between her perfect breasts. How she must taste and the sounds she would make as his teeth graze her soft, supple skin and tease her nipples until they're hard. He has to make a fist as he imagines sliding his hand into her bikini bottoms and his fingers feeling how wet and aroused she is at his touch. His mouth waters at the thought of fingering her until she cums, then sitting her on the edge of the hot tub, yanking her bottoms down and finally sticking his face between her supple thighs so that his tongue can finally taste her sweet, wet pussy. How amazing it would sound to hear her moan his name, feel her fingers in his hair, and how she would taste when she came. After he made her cum with his fingers and tongue, he would slip his rock-hard cock into her and fuck her until she screams. She must be so fucking tight...and warm...
