Something about her words tells me this is more than sex.
It’s play time.
I’m still new at this—so is Shea—but my instinct takes over without missing a beat, because my instinct has become a living thing that exists purely to give her what she needs.
“Shhh,” I say into her hair, running my hands up the bare lower half of her back. “I’ve got you now. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
A shiver goes through her. “Can I sleep here with you?”
I kiss her forehead. “Of course, angel.”
She melts down onto me in relief, her inner thighs so smooth where they drape down around my hips, that supple mound wiggling around to get comfortable. Conversely, I am not comfortable in the slightest. My balls are like rocks, throbbing, to say nothing of my cock. It’s in a full salute against that lacy crotch of her panties. But God, how can I help it when she’s molded to me, head to toe, and she’s so sweet?
“Your penis is so hard, Daddy,” she whispers, lifting her head. “What were you doing before I came in here?”
“Nothing,” I rasp. “Trying to sleep.”
We both glance over at my phone. It lies unlocked on the bedspread, open to the picture of her in the polka dot dress. When she drags her attention back to my face, her eyelids are at half-mast. “Do you…” Her face flushes. “…like that picture of me?”
My dick surges thicker between her legs.
Over the game we’re playing.
The way she shifts her pussy a fraction of an inch. A forbidden move.
And she feels it, her lips popping open on a gasp.
“Yes,” I admit, my voice down to the lowest octave. “Of course, I like the picture.”
“Wh-why?”
My hands move of their own accord, my rows of knuckles brushing up and down the outsides of her thighs, turned onfurther by the way they flex and spasm involuntarily. “Because you’re happy in it. You’re smiling.”
Briefly, her gaze flits to my mouth. “Is that the only reason?”
I’m breathing hard now. Like I’ve run a mile. Oh God, what is this?
“I like the dress,” I say, so low, I’m not sure she’ll hear me.
She does. “Why do you like the dress?”
“Shea,” I say, in an attempt at a warning tone. “That’s enough.”
Slowly, deliberately, she settles her lips against mine. “Is it my boobs, Daddy?”
I swallow audibly. Close my eyes.
That’s seems to satisfy her curiosity. She shifts her cunt a fraction of a centimeter, and Jesus, I almost ejaculate. So close.Tooclose. “I won’t be able to sleep in this bra,” she whispers. “Could you unsnap it for me?”
“Angel, no.”
“Don’t you want me comfortable?” she whines softly, nuzzling my nose.
Fuck. I’m on fire. My skin is hotter than a brand. I’m dying to roll Shea onto her back and ride her young pussy like I’m possessed, but she grows more and more pliant the longer we carry on like this, because of this very specific foreplay. I enjoy driving her higher. Seeing how high she can get for me. “Fine,” I mutter, unsnapping her bra and pulling it down her arms. She must lift up to fully remove the undergarment, and I can’t help it, I leer at her hot, perky tits in the dark, knowing she can feel the speeding pulse in my cock.
“They’re too big,” she pouts, massaging them in her hands.
“They’reperfect,” I say, hoarse. Gripped by hunger so fierce, it should scare her.
