After she sighed, Daddy asked, “What are you thinking about, little one?”
She giggled and buried her face deeper in his chest. “I can’t tell you!”
He kissed the top of her head several times. Tickling her sides, he said, “Oh, Daddy has his ways of getting it out of you.”
She writhed and laughed, twisting the sheets beneath her.
“I’ll tell you!”
The tickles stopped.
Annika drew a deep breath. “I was thinking about… you know… what we did yesterday. And how I want to do more.” A beat of silence passed. “Like right now.”
It took a moment before she found the courage to look into Matteo’s eyes. She found him wearing a knowing smile.
“What a coincidence. I was thinking the exact same thing,” he told her, shifting on the bed until he was laying beside her with his arm bent at the elbow, his head propped on his head. “So, you’ve been thinking about it, huh?”
She giggled and nodded. “I even dreamed about it, Daddy.”
“So, my little girl is wet?”
Realizing he was moving his hand toward her, she braced herself for his touch. Excitement swirled deep within her. She was already quivering.
Her body shook more when he laid his hand on her stomach and ran it down over her pajama shirt. A moment later, he slid it in the waistband of her diaper and found her pubic mound.
“Well? Are you wet, little girl?”
He massaged her for a moment.
Closing her eyes and arching her back, she responded, “Mmmhmm.”
The pressure felt so good. But she wanted his hand to dip even lower. He was so close! Why not just slide down a couple of inches and find her…
Her wish was granted. His finger traced her slit several times, toying with her some more, before parting it and finding her clit.
“Just hold still. Well, as still as you can,” Matteo said with a chuckle.
His finger traced soft circles over her feminine pearl with just the right amount of pressure.
Meanwhile, his lips landed on hers and he probed her mouth with his tongue.
He didn’t linger there long, though, instead trailing down her neck with soft nibbles.
With one hand, he lifted her shirt up, exposing her breasts. She cried out as he took her right nipple into his mouth. At the same time, he increased the intensity between her legs.
The pressure rose within her. As wound up as she was, there was no way she’d hold out long.
“Daddy, please!” she called.
He put a little more pressure on her clit. Her breaths got deeper. She pushed her bottom into the bed as her legs shook.
Whimpers and moans announced that she’d reached the point of no return. She came hard as her body gyrated and shook. Wetness seeped onto Matteo’s hand. With a devilish smile, she got on her knees, grabbed his arm, and guided his fingers to her lips.
“What are you doing, cutie?”
Instead of speaking, she answered him by guiding his hand to her mouth. She sucked on his fingers, savoring the taste of her own juices coating his skin.
Daddy closed his eyes and groaned quietly.
