Her cheeks flush. “I can’t wait.”
I shove up, grab the hem of her soft dress, and pull it over her head. She’s not wearing a bra. She hasn’t worn a bra since I’ve met her. I know she owns some because I’ve seen them in her drawers, but she doesn’t like them.
I’ve helped her into the bath every night for the past week, but I’ve always left her to bathe herself. So, though I’ve seen her naked, this is the first time I’m going to touch her so intimately.
I waste no time leaning over to kiss first one nipple and then the other.
She arches, and the sexiest moan escapes her lips as she reaches for my shirt and fists it at my sides. “Take this off.”
I reach over my shoulder and pull the offensive shirt over my head to drop it on the floor. Next, I pull off her shoes and socks before dragging her leggings and panties down her body.
She’s so spectacularly gorgeous, and I want to stare for a minute, soaking in all of her. Her breasts are small with hard rosy points. I cup them with both hands and flick my thumbs over them, loving the whimper as she grabs my biceps.
I can smell her arousal, and she’s scissoring her legs restlessly. I hesitate to spank her first, but maybe it will help her relax. I can’t be sure.
Suddenly, my brazen Josie—the woman in her—flips over, grabs a pillow and tucks it under her hips. “I want to feel your palm.”
I draw in a deep breath. She’s so full of surprises tonight. And damn but her bottom is so fucking cute. Smooth pale skin begging for my palm. So, I flatten my hand on her soft flesh and settle my other at the small of her back.
I have a suspicion she’s going to squirm and buck and make it difficult to swat her where I want. She has her legs squeezed tightly together, and that won’t do. I pat the back of her thighs. “Spread your knees, princess.”
She gasps as she parts them an inch.
“Wider, Baby girl.”
She’s panting. “It feels weird, Daddy. There’s butterflies in my tummy.”
“That’s arousal, princess. I’m glad you feel that way. Keep your legs apart for Daddy. It makes you feel more vulnerable to have your pussy exposed.”
She shudders. “I’ll try, Daddy.”
I’m fascinated by the way she’s able to slide in and out of her Little space so easily. She instinctively knows what she needs and when. Some Littles like to hover in that safe zone during sex. Some prefer to slide into a more adult headspace. My Josie wavers back and forth. I will follow her lead.
“It’s wet,” she murmurs.
“What’s wet?” I ask, knowing full well what the answer is.
“My, uh…”
“Your pussy, Baby girl. It’s supposed to be wet. When you’re with someone you feel strongly about, that’s how your body reacts.”
“It never happened before you,” she admits openly.
I’m so pleased by this. All of her firsts are mine. Even kissing. “You just hadn’t met the right person yet, Little one. Now you have.” I let my fingers trail between her thighs, not reaching all the way to her pussy, but getting close.
She gasps. “Daddy…”
Oh, that sound reaches clear into my soul. I hope she calls out to me like that for the next sixty years.
I remove my fingers and palm her bottom again. I want to swat her first. Hopefully, she enjoys it and doesn’t lose her growing arousal. I’m more worried about the sound than anything else. She might not like the sound of my palm swatting her bottom. If she doesn’t, we won’t do it again. It’s that simple.
“Ready?”
She nods. She’s panting, and her knees have parted farther.
Her face is my direction on the mattress, so when I give one cheek a spank, I can see her reaction.
She flinches, but she also lifts her bottom into the contact.
