"Fuck, baby." His voice lowers like the words are dragging upward from somewhere deep inside him. "You have no idea what it does to hear you say that."
I can feel exactly what I do to him. He's hard beneath me, and the knowledge that I affect him this much is intoxicating.
"Can I touch you?" I ask shyly.
"You can touch me anywhere you want, sweetheart. But first, I want to take care of you." His hand slides higher, and I part my legs instinctively. "Is this okay?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"You'll always tell me if something hurts, clear?"
I nod, then remember his rule. "I will, Daddy."
His fingers find the edge of my panties, and he pauses. "Open your legs wider for me.”
His voice rumbles down into my core and I shift, wiggling on his lap to part my thighs.
“Good girl.” He nods, eyes fixed on my face, fingertips sending a jolt through me as they brush the fabric between my legs. “These are soaked again."
"I can't help it. You make me so wet."
"Christ." He presses his forehead against mine. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"
"Good," I whisper, feeling bold.
He laughs, low and rough. "Such a smart mouth. I'm going to have to do something about that."
"Like what?"
"Like this." And then he's kissing me again, deeper this time, his tongue sweeping into my mouth while his fingers slip beneath the elastic of my panties.
The first touch of his skin against me makes me gasp into his mouth. He's gentle but knowing. Not fumbling or tentative, like I’m his house and he’s still showing me around.
"So fucking soft, baby," he murmurs against my lips. "So perfect."
"Daddy, please." I’m already a whimpering mess, begging for that ache to be relieved.
"Please what, baby? What do you need?"
"More. I need more."
"I know you do." One finger slides to my opening, pushing inside, and I arch against him with a soft cry. "Is this the first time you’ve had a finger inside you except for yours?"
"Yes," I pant.
"I can tell. I’m barely able to get an inch in this little honey pot of yours. We're going to take this very slow." He starts to move his finger gently, pulsing, in and out, in and out, watching my face carefully. "How does that feel?"
"Amazing. Don't stop."
"Oh, baby, Daddy decides when things stop. I tell you what to do, not the other way around, got it?" He adds a second finger, and I can feel myself stretching around him as I stutter something that sounds like ‘yes’. "Fuck, you're tight. Gonna have to stretch this sweet little pussy before I can fit inside you."
The promise in those words makes me clench around his fingers.
"Well, feel that. You like that idea, don't you? The thought of Daddy’s dick inside you right here." He pushes in, his thumb sliding up through my folds until it’s on my clit, pushing, pushing. “Eyes on me, baby, don’t you look away when I’m talking to you.”
"Yes, Daddy." I manage, the room starting to darken in the periphery of my vision.
"Good girl." More pressure, more pushing, rolling, rubbing, and I nearly come off his lap. "There we go. Right there, isn't it?"
