I leave the office and drive home happy with today events. As always, the bitch is not at home so I head upstairs to Ella's room. I knock at the door.
"Honey"?
I hear a soft voice from the room "Yes daddy, come in".
I enter the room and I am surprised to find my daughter in bed. "what's wrong honey"? I ask worried.
"Oh daddy, I have a splitting headache since this morning".
"I am sorry baby. Where is mom"?
"She had a dinner invitation with grandpa and she couldn't skip it. She just left a few minutes ago".
I grind my teeth in rage but with an effort i manage to stay calm.
THAT BITCH! Caring more about a dinner with daddy dearest than her own daughter.
"Did you take anything baby"?
"Yes dad, I took some aspirin earlier and the headache diminished a bit but it still hurts".
I put my head on her forehead but she does not seem to have a fever.
"I'll be right back honey", I say and go to the kitchen to call our family doctor.
After a couple of rings, the doctor answers her phone.
"Hello"?
"Good evening Doctor Leah, I am Carl Walters. Sorry to call you at this hour but my daughter Ella has a strong headache since this morning and aspirin does not seem to work. She doesn't seem to have a fever, but i doubt that she will be able to sleep like this".
"I would suggest you give her a light snack and later half of a sleeping pill. Also, if in the morning she feel dizzy let her stay at home and give me a call".
"Ok doc, thank you".
After hanging up I prepare a light snack and bring it with a tray to Ella's room.
"Hey baby, I made you a snack", I say and put it on her bedside table.
"Thank you dad, but I don't think I will be able to eat".
"Honey, I spoke with Doctor Leah and she told me that you have to have something to eat and later to give you a pill. I know that your head hurts, but please do an effort".
After cajoling her a bit I manage to convince her to eat about half a portion. I stay with her for an hour or so and then I give her the sleeping pill. I take the tray with the half-eaten food and bring it down to the kitchen and wash the dishes. Afterward I head back upstairs and tiptoe inside my daughter's room. The bedside lamp lightens the room dimly. I reach Ella's bed and whisper
"Ella"?
I get no answer beside her soft slow breathing. I put my hand on her forehead but the temperature is normal. I push with my fingers to the side a stray lock of her hair that was covering her face. On impulse I trace her pink juicy lips with my index finger. Her breathing does not change, she is deep asleep, but inside me something woke up instead. I look at her beautiful face, and unable to resist I bend over her and put my lips atop hers. I suck her lips, enjoying the taste and slowly invade her mouth with my tongue. Her small mouth is a hot soft cavern that drags my tongue in and I get lost in the sensation. I waited seventeen years to taste her lips.
While I keep kissing her, my left hand lowers the bedcover. Ella is wearing a two-piece blue pajama with a kitten pattern. The top of her pajama is held close with buttons while the pants are elastic. My left hand moves over her right breast and start caressing it. Through the fabric I can feel her nipples. She is not wearing anything beneath. I make sure that her breathing is stable and then gently I start unbuttoning her top with trembling hands. I have peeked on her plenty of times while she was changing or in the shower, but I never had the leisure to take my time to enjoy the view.
The last button falls defeated by my hand's onslaught and I gently move the two halves of the top to the sides. I hold my breath at the sight of her perfect titties, round mounds of perfection with soft pink nipples. I hesitantly brush her right tit with the back of my hand and realize that the nipple is already erect from my earlier touching. I can not hold it any more, and while my left-hand cups her right tit, I bend my head over the left one and gently lick the nipple. I can feel the nipple becoming rigid under my tongue ministrations so I stop licking it and start sucking gently. After a few minutes I stand up and slowly move the bedcover at the foot of the bed, Then I gently put one hand under Ella's lower back and push her up a bit, while my other hand, slowly but surely lowers her pants until they are around her calves. afterward I lower her down on the bed again and look at her. With her top opened to the sides of her chest, her pants down on her calves, only her white panties cover her pure innocence. I start kissing her tits again while my hand roams on her stomach and sides, little by little I keep kissing her lower, like a line of little kisses, until I am kissing her navel while my hands have slowly pushed her legs slightly open and are caressing her inner thighs. I let my hand travel to her crotch, and with a finger I trace the lines of her pussylips. That's when I realize that her panties are wet in the middle. Surprised, I move to the foot of the bed, put my knees on the mattress and gently spread her legs. In the middle of her panties I can indeed see a dark spot.
Guess my baby girl does love daddy's hands.