I gasped when my dad slid his hand over the top of my hip and onto my pelvis, then slowly dipped it under the bottom of my shirt, his fingers suddenly making contact with the skin of my stomach. He stiffened when he heard me gasp, and his caressing stopped. But he held his hand where it was. I could feel each fingertip pressing against my skin, creating tiny ripples of electricity that seemed to swirl into the middle of my belly. I was breathing erratically, but I tried to be quiet about it. My heart hammered relentlessly but I didn't think he could hear it.
Silence filled the room. My body threatened to start shaking again so I deliberately tensed every muscle I could, trying to hold still. It was oddly sensual to me. We must have laid like that without moving for ten minutes. My heartbe
