“Let me know if it gets too much or if you want me to stop,” he says, searching my eyes for any kind of hesitation.
“Ok,” I confirm, and as soon as he slides a finger inside me, my eyes roll back.
“Oh baby, you’re so tight,” he whispers in my ear, leaning down over me, his teeth gently nipping at my lobe.
My nails scratch at his back as he slowly thrusts one of his fingers into me, in long, slow strokes.
“Be—Daddy… that feels good,” I whisper, biting my lip to keep from making noise.
“No, don’t do that. I want to hear you,” he says, and I let out a little moan as his thumb slowly plays with me, his fingers still moving inside me.
“Is this ok?” he asks, as he gently pushes another finger inside of me, forcing me to stretch around him.
“Yes, more than ok,” I whimper, pulling him down so that our lips can brush. “So good, Daddy,” I moan, and he growls as he presses his mouth fully against mine.
“I… I’m close,” I whisper, as my hips move against his hand.
“Yeah, baby, you wanna come for Daddy?” he asks, and I nod. He takes the hint, moving his fingers just a little bit faster, pushing in just a little bit more. It only takes a few thrusts at this new angle for me to be seeing stars.
“Daddy,” I moan, my eyes closing as I fall over the edge.
My body collapses against his bed, and his motions slow as he begins to pepper kisses all over my face. “So good for me, baby. You did sofuckinggood,” he praises, as he pulls his fingers out of me, sucking my release off of them. I whimper at the loss of him.
“So perfect for me, baby,” he says, kissing my forehead and moving to get off the bed.
“No, wait,” I whisper, reaching for his hand and just barely catching it in mine.
“One second, let me go grab something.”
I nod and let go of his hand. He stands and goes to the bathroom. I hear the water turn on, and then a few seconds later, it turns off. He comes out holding a wash rag, and I look at him curiously.
“What is that for?” I whisper.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers, gently pushing me back so that I’m lying down. My thighs tremble slightly as he pushes them open and gently runs the warm cloth through my folds and over my thighs, cleaning me up. When he’s done, he throws the towel in the dirty clothes hamper and kisses my knee before sliding my panties back onto me.
He doesn’t say anything as he goes to his closet and grabs one of his tees. He doesn’t put it on; instead, he comes over to me, helps me sit up, takes off my tank top, and slides his shirt on instead.
He then climbs back onto the bed next to me and wraps his arms around me.
“What about you?” I whisper, looking down at the very noticeable bulge in his boxers.
“I can take care of myself later; tonight is all about you,” he says, kissing my temple.
I’m not sure what comes over me, but the words are out into the room before I can stop them. “Can I watch?”
“You want to watch?” he asks. My face heats, and I feel stupid for even asking.
“I mean, if you don’t want me to, then I won’t, I…I just…” I trail off, frustrated in my brain for being unable to work.
“No, it’s not that I don’t want you to…It’s just, no one’s ever watched me jerk off,” he whispers into my neck, kissing the skin gently.
“No one?” I whisper.
“Not that I know of,” he says, kissing my neck again, these kisses much softer than the ones from earlier.
“Well, would it be ok if I watched?” I whisper, rolling in his arms and looking into his eyes.
“If you want to, I won’t stop you,” he whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth.
