"I am touching you."
"More." The word comes out desperate. "Please."
"Please, what?"
"Please, Daddy."
"Much better." I slide my hands up her thighs, watching her face carefully. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes." Her eyelashes flutter, eyes rolling back for a beat.
My thumbs brush against the slip of fabric covering the heat between her legs, and she gasps.
"These are soaked." The satisfaction in my voice rolls out of me like thunder. "Is this all for me, baby girl?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good." I reluctantly drag my hand from her panties and start working the buttons down the front of her shirt. “You okay, baby?”
“I think so.” Her voice shakes but her eyes stay wide on mine.
“You always tell me the truth, understand?” She nods quickly. “Good. I’m just going to look at you, touch you so you know what it feels like to be mine. I’ll never hurt you, baby.”
I ease her blouse down her shoulders and off her hands, leaving her in just her bra and panties and those fucking black little shoes and lace trimmed socks.
She’s sin incarnate and she’s all fucking mine. She’s got all the right curves, satin creamy skin, a quivering little belly that I imagine kissing when she’s got a tummy ache or bringing her the heating pad when she’s got cramps.
"Fucking perfect." I pull her into my chest, exploring her back with rough fingers. "You feel so good, baby. So warm."
"Daddy, please."
"Please what? Use your words."
"I need... When I’m around you, it aches so bad."
"I'm going to make you feel so good, sweetheart. But first, you need to understand something." I tilt her chin up so she's looking at me. "This pussy belongs to me now. This beautiful body belongs to me. And I'm the only one who gets to make you come. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Say it."
"I belong to you, Daddy."
"That's right." I ease my hand under the elastic of her panties, down, down, easing a fingertip along that perfect little slit. Heat and wetness engulf the intrusion and I nearly pass the fuck out. "And Daddy's going to take such good care of what belongs to him."
The sound she makes when I press my finger into her folds for the first time is the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
We stand like that for a long moment. Her cheek against my chest, hands gripping my biceps, my finger just wiggling against her clit, silently, slowly, introducing myself to her as everything inside me screams to fuck her like a savage, then tell her I’ll always be there for her hugs and cuddles.
It’s a fucking awakening. For us both.
“You want more?” I rasp against the top of her head, feeling the smallest of nods, but the door handle rattles, followed by a sharp knock.
We both freeze, her head snapping back, looking up with panic.
"Coach Reynolds?" It's Phil Morrison, the principal, who’s always fucking stopping by the sports building these days. I swear he never did in the past. "You in there?"
"Fuck," I breathe, and I see Taryn start to move toward her clothes.
