“Are you going to get in with me?” I ask hopefully.
“That’s the plan.” He wiggles his brows. “I’ve been waiting for the day I could bathe you from inside the tub instead of next to it since the night you got here.”
I’m giddy. I like this idea. As he steps into the tub, I let my gaze roam down to his erection. It’s fully engorged and bobbing in front of him. I love that he’s not self-conscious about it. He doesn’t care that I can see his cock all hard and ready for me.
Daddy holds out a hand. “Step in, Baby girl.”
I let him help me into the tub, and then he sits with his back against the far end before arranging me between his legs. As soon as we’re seated, he turns on the jets.
I sigh. I’ve never felt this content in my life. I’m safe, happy, loved.
Loved?
When will we use that word? It’s heavy between us. I love him. I know I do. I’ve probably been in love with him for almost four years. I know he feels strongly for me, too. Love?
Daddy reaches for the lavender bubble bath and pours some into the water. It foams up fast with the jets on.
I lean my head against his shoulder and practically purr. I feel like a kitten curled up in his embrace. Warm and pleased.
Daddy reaches under my thighs to lift my knees. “Spread your legs. Put them on the outside of mine.”
I whimper as he guides my feet so they’re on the outside of his knees. Instantly, I feel exposed and horny. My arousal was forced to the back burner all afternoon. I often felt hot and bothered whenever I looked at Daddy or caught him watching me, but I couldn’t act on it with guests in the house.
He kisses my neck. His hands come to my breasts. As he thumbs my nipples, he whispers in my ear, “It was damn near impossible for me to keep my hands to myself today. I’m going to ravage you now that we’re alone.”
I tip my head, giving him more of my neck. “Darn. That sounds awful. What if I’m too tired?” I joke.
“I don’t think you’ll be tired for long,” he mutters against my ear. He pinches my nipples lightly before releasing them to trail his fingers down between my legs. “Were you wet for me while we had guests, Simone?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You didn’t seem self-conscious about your breasts, but I did notice your pretty nipples were hard.”
My face heats. I hope that wasn’t obvious to everyone, but I suspect it was.
He strokes through my folds, teasing me with one finger.
“Daddy…” I lift my hips, trying to get more contact.
He removes his finger. “Uh-uh, naughty girl. You sit still like a good girl and take what Daddy offers you.”
I moan. His words push my arousal higher. He knows it. He’s a big meanie.
I lift my arms to wrap them around his neck behind me.
“Oh, yes. That’s sexy. Look.”
I lower my gaze to see my nipples floating above the water.
Daddy teases them.
“Mmm. I like it when you do that.”
He chuckles. “You like just about everything I do.”
“Not when you tease my pussy and don’t let me come,” I point out.
“Mmm. But it will be an excellent deterrent, won’t it?”
