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He tore open the condom package and lubed himself up before settling between my thighs. He pushed my legs back, and I felt the blunt pressure of him, and then he was pushing slowly inside me, watching my face the entire time.
Once he was fully seated, he stopped, giving me time to adjust.
“Okay?” he asked.
“More than okay.” I shifted my hips to show him I meant it.
He moved slowly at first, and I matched him, hands running up the length of his back, feeling the flex of muscle beneath my fingertips. There were times when I loved being railed from behind, but for our first time, this face-to-face intimacy was perfect.
The pace built gradually, naturally, his hand slipping beneath the small of my back to angle me closer, a pillow slipping under my hips at some point. He thought of everything.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders and held him, knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to hold back long, and I didn’t. His hand snaked between us, and he barely touched me when my orgasm slammed into me, and I cried out his name.
He helped me ride out my orgasm before thrusting into me a few more times and experiencing his own.
We stayed tangled together afterward, neither of us in any hurry to move. A few sweet kisses here and there, but mostly a peaceful silence. But as with all good things, it was over far too soon, Kyle insisting he get me cleaned up before I fell asleep.
“Will you be here when I wake up?”
“I will be right by your side.”
The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was asking Kyle, “Will you be my Daddy?”
“I already am, sweetheart. I already am.”
I didn’t sleep long, my stomach grumbling when I woke up. But just like he promised, he was by my side.
“You stayed.
“I did, but I have a confession to make. I was a naughty Daddy. I just got back in bed. I saw you starting to stir, and I made you a tubby.”
“Really? You made me a tubby?”
Calling himself a naughty Daddy took away any worry I had that my asking had been a dream.
“I did, and if we wait too long, it will get cold.”
I bounded out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, hearing his laugh behind me.
He not only had a tub for me, but he somehow managed to make bubbles out of what I was guessing was my body wash. He also had a few random measuring cups in there for toys.
“I didn’t want to dig through your bathroom stuff to see if you had actual tub toys, but measuring cups are fun.”
He helped me into the warm water, and I played, pouring water from one cup into the other and collecting as many suds as I could.
Starting with my hair, he began to clean me up. He even rinsed my hair with a big cup of clean water. He thought of everything.
I played quietly as he washed my body and then joined in the playtime fun.
Once my fingers were wrinkly, he told me that it was time for Daddy to get me out and dressed. I loved the sound of that, andit took my disappointment for needing to leave my happy place away.
He helped me out, dried me off, and then carried me into the bedroom where he laid me on the bed.
“Do you have any special clothes you want to wear?”
“Teddy bear jams,” I said, pointing to the small dresser that kept, among other things, my Little clothes. “Bottom drawer.”
He found them and helped me get dressed, including putting me in my thick training underwear.
