The feeling of Katharine's hands and legs wandering over his body, exploring the contours of his form, was heavenly to Jacob.  He could never get enough of her touch and experiencing it while the two made love was a high in of itself.  Elation and pleasure caused his mind to swim in absolute bliss.  It felt so right when she rested her head in the crook of his neck, a distantly familiar sensation that brought back a sense of nostalgia of when he carried his sleepy daughter to bed all those years ago.  Though the situations were vastly different in that he now felt a physical desire for her that he would never have had for her in her younger years, the same sensations of absolute trust and love from the gesture was a constant.<br/><br/>Jacob couldn't help but moan at the feeling of her moist tongue gliding along the side of his neck.<em>"Daddy... I love you."</em>Those words, spoken at such a soft volume that only made their sincerity that much louder, actually brought a tear to his eye from how happy they had made him.  He didn't think it would have been physically possible to love his daughter any more than he did at that moment.  It would be a memory he would cherish forever.  And yet, the feeling of her kisses wandering over his body only proved him wrong as the sensual touch of her lips upon his flesh heightened the intimacy of the moment.  "I love you too, princess."<br/><br/>Pleasure only continued to build upon itself, sending wave after wave of ecstasy rushing though him.  As Katharine's hands continued to roam along his flesh, Jacob thrust into her at a steady rhythm but with enough force to bury himself as deeply into her as he could.  There was enough power behind them to cause her to push her up the bed by the slightest margin while being slow enough to avoid the sound of their bodies smacking together with a sound that would only detract from the intimacy of the moment.  He was intent on doing everything he could to bring his daughter as much pleasure as he could.  Jacob balanced himself on one arm to allow one hand to do its own exploration of Katharine's lithe body, committing every line and curve to memory.