Sara’s Awakening Part 7

Sara cracked her eyes open and found the sun blazing through her window, warming her naked skin the next morning. She did a long full body stretch, her arms over her head, legs pushing away from her body and her back arching up. Sara let her mind wander back to the events of the night before. Daddys mouth on her’s, kissing deeply and hungrily. Her taking his cock cock into her mouth and sucking him till he shook from his orgasm. Then his mouth and tongue licking her, tasting her. The building sensation that made her both want to laugh and cry with joy. Her plan had worked perfectly. She had gotten everything she had wanted and it had been even better than she had dared to dream. But now what? Would this whole wonderful experience end after last night? Not if she could help it.
Sara rolled to her side and could smell her father’s scent on her pillow. She pulled the pillow close to her chest and held it for a second. She wondered where her dad could have taken off to. He didn’t have to work today so he should still be here. She glanced at the clock next to her bed and realized with sudden horror that she was late for school.

Sara hopped out of bed and ran to the living room. She could smell bacon and toast cooking and knew her dad was attempting to make breakfast. From the slight burning smell she knew that his attempt was not going well. Her dad was great at so many things but cooking had never been his specialty.

Sara walked hurriedly into the kitchen and saw him standing in front of the stove mumbling under his breath. Sounded like he said “always burning shit”. She giggled and walked over to him quietly. Somehow seeing him there cooking for both of them quieted the panic of being late.

She snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She felt him stiffen for a second but he soon relaxed and she let her fingers run up to his chest. She moved her face to the back of his neck and placed a few soft kisses there trying to gauge his reaction to her touch. Part of her had worried that he would regret the night before or would try to pretend it had never happened at all. She was delighted when he scooted closer to her body and moved his hands behind him to run up her hips.

Sara watched as her father turned to face her and pulled her close to him.  He ran his hand up her back until it came to rest on the back of her head. She leaned forward with her eyes closed and felt his lips meet hers. It was a short kiss. The hunger from last night was gone but it was replaced with a new feeling. It was hard for her to explain but the best way she could describe it was right. Kissing him as she stood there in the kitchen while he made them breakfast just felt right.

“Good morning sweetheart” he said when the kiss was over.

“Good morning daddy.