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opening her legs wider, pressing them back, leaving her completely exposed. His mouth sent the most divine sensations through her, making her wiggle and moan and reach for him like she wanted something.
    “Oh please,” she begged, her hands roaming over her own body, her palms brushing against her nipples, sending sweetness down between her legs. She wanted more, her flesh on fire, his tongue the most exquisite torture she’d ever known.
    “Daddy,” she cried, using her fingers to spread herself more open for his mouth. “Oh yes!”
    His fingers, probing between her legs, slid into the slickness between her thighs, stroking there, easing in a little at a time. Just one finger slipping through her flesh as he licked her, moving in and out.
    “Oh God,” she moaned, feeling completely undone in that moment, rocking on a cloud of her own pleasure, her hands grasping for something to hold onto and finding his hair. “Oh Daddy, yes, I’m... I’m ...”
    And then she was spinning and dizzy with it, gasping and shuddering against him as the most delicious, rhythmic pulse beat against his groaning and growling mouth between her legs.
    “Libby,” he murmured, kissing his way up her quivering belly, his mouth wet with her as he found hers and she tasted herself for the first time. “Oh, God, baby you are so beautiful.”
    She felt the heat of him, a steel rod pulsing against the wet cleft between her thighs as he kissed her, his tongue twined with hers, sucking at her, biting at her lips.
    “Then the eyes of both were opened and they realized that they were naked,” Libby whispered, his thumbs moving over the pink swell of her nipples, making her gasp and squirm against him.
    “I don’t want you to hide.” He rocked his hips and she felt how stiff he was between them. “Sex and flesh aren’t a sin.”
    “I know.” She closed her eyes and rocked with him. “You taught me that, too...”
    “This is Eden,” he whispered against her mouth, licking at her lips. “We’re in the garden. No fear, no shame...”
    His hands moved through her hair, his shaft teasing her slit, rubbing up and down the length of it.
    “This is freedom,” he murmured, rocking, his breath coming faster as he rolled her hips. “...salvation...”
    “Yes.” Libby kissed him back, her tongue probing between his teeth.
    “Wild nights, wild nights—” He whispered between kisses, his hands grabbing her hips and pressing against her with his erection.
    “What is that?” Libby murmured. “The bible?”
    “No.” Her father gasped, groaning when she reached between them to touch his length, her fingers tickling the head. “Emily Dickinson...Rowing in Eden; Ah, the Sea! Might I but moor-tonight... In thee...”
    Libby moaned, rocking under him like a wave. “Yes, Daddy... in me... ”
    “Oh, Libby—” She stopped his words with her mouth, her wet slit open and rubbing over his shaft as she moved her hips up to meet him.
    “Yes,” she whispered, reaching down and touching him, rubbing the spongy, velvety tip of him into her flesh, making them both moan with the sensation.
    He groaned when she pulled at him, pressed him, aiming him.
    “Please.” Libby wiggled, squeezed, the head of him positioned against her softness. She rocked, the tip moving over the slick folds, through her wetness, not quite inside.
    “Oh God,” he moaned against her neck. “Oh fuck, oh God...”
    The word made Libby gasp and sent a jolt straight up her spine. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered against his ear, still rocking, pushing him a little further. “Fuck... me. ”
    He gasped and she clung to him, squirming.
    “Don’t leave me, Daddy,” she pleaded.
    They both gave in to it, right at that moment, a cry that sounded like he was in pain escaping her father’s lips as he moved into her, sinking past her resistance, making her gasp and blink in startled surprise at the thick stretch of him between her thighs.
    “Oh!” she cried, clutching him, and