Chapter 15
Fifteen
Blade
“No, Little one, you may not. Not without permission.”
She gasps, her eyes wide.
I chuckle. “You didn’t realize you asked that out loud, did you?”
She shakes her head, her cheeks pinkening.
I wipe my mouth on the sheets and climb up her body, keeping her legs wide. Hovering above her face, I kiss her gently. “I want to own your orgasms, Little one.”
She swallows and then shudders.
I love that she’s speechless. It’s adorable.
I kiss her neck and nibble a path to her ear before whispering, “You came.”
Her entire body shivers.
“It was so fucking hot,” I murmur. “Would you like to do it again?”
Her head tips back, and she whimpers. “Please.”
“Mmm.” I know my noises are vibrating through her, making her tremble, keeping her need high. “Please, Daddy…” I whisper.
She arches her chest and grabs my back with her good hand.
Am I pressuring her? Too much too fast?
I won’t make her say it. That would be cruel. I don’t want her to think she has to call me Daddy or beg me to give her another orgasm. Instead, I rise onto my knees and look down at her.
I reach for her breasts and circle her nipples with my pointers before thumbing them and finally pinching them.
June moans. Her eyes roll back.
After teasing her pretty buds until she’s writhing again, I smooth my hands down to her pussy, part her folds, and rub her clit.
Fuck, she’s sexy. The sexiest woman I’ve ever set eyes on. I love her innocence. It’s baffling that she’s this pure at her age, especially after having been married. She has so little experience with sex. I suspect none of it was positive. That’s about to change.
I ease a finger into her cunt. She’s so tight. Tight like she’s never had sex before. I guess it’s been three years, and apparently, she never put anything inside her in all that time.
I hate that she’s been so deprived of pleasure and didn’t realize she could have done it to herself. That asshole somehow made her feel like she couldn’t reach orgasm.
My goal will be to make up for lost time, giving my girl pleasure so many times a day that she forgets what it was like before.
“Ohhh…” The low tone of her voice makes my cock hard. It was already hard, but now it’s pressing against the denim with enough force that I might come from watching my girl fall apart.
I add a second finger, easing in slowly. I don’t want to hurt her. I’m going to have to stretch her for a few days before she’ll be able to take my cock. I’m betting that on top of every other dick move her ex made, he was pencil-sized.
She tips her head back again and purrs for me, arching her chest. Her hands are at her sides, stiff. I hope her arm doesn’t hurt too badly after this. I’ll give her some meds before she goes to sleep.
When I scissor my fingers, she cries out. Her body stiffens.
And then my girl does something I will never forget. A gift that will remain with me forever. She lowers her body, meets my gaze, and licks her lips. “Please, Daddy…”
My heart seizes.
I press hard against her clit, add a third finger, and thrust deeper. “Come for me, Little one.”
She shatters.
It’s precious and rocks my world. I’m humbled.
She’s mine. My life. My world.
When she comes down from her high, I remove my fingers, suck her juices off each one, and kiss her. Deeply. I can’t stop myself. I need my tongue in her. I need to swallow her moans and devour her. I’ll never get enough.
She’s trembling, though. Her blood has rushed to her pussy, leaving her chilled.
I slide off the bed and gently scoop her into my arms to carry her to the bathroom. I aim straight for the toilet and ease her onto her bottom. I hope she doesn’t balk. There’s no way I’m leaving her alone.
She tips her head back to look up at me and shivers. Seconds pass, and then she pees.
I gather some toilet paper and wipe her without a word. My heart can’t take this. I’ve only had her for one day. It seems like eons, but she’s so ingrained in me, submitting to me as if she was born to.
She was.
I carry her trembling body to the sink, stand her gently on her feet, and wash our combined hands. Well, one of hers in both of mine. After our hands, I brush her teeth. She holds my gaze in the mirror while I do so, while I care for her.
Propping her up, I wet a cloth and slide it between her legs to gently clean her pussy. I want her to be comfortable while she sleeps.
She’s limp as I carry her to bed. Exhausted. She’s had a long day, and I’ve thrown a lot at her. I gently lay her in the middle of the bed and help her take two pills with plenty of water before I turn out the lights, shrug out of my jeans, and climb in, only wearing my boxers.
I tentatively arrange her so I can spoon her and kiss her neck. “Are you comfortable, Little one?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Sleep.”
“I’m naked,” she murmurs.
I chuckle. “You are.”
“I’ve never slept naked.”
My chest tightens. How is that humanly possible? I can’t respond. I’m too choked up. Instead, I kiss her shoulder and thread my fingers with hers.
Her breathing evens out quickly, making me feel like an ass for pushing her so hard for the last hour. But I don’t think she minded. She’s still smiling. I’ve never seen such wonder and bliss on a woman’s face before.
I can’t stop touching her. I don’t want to wake her, but I can’t keep from stroking her soft skin and nuzzling her neck. She’s so conked that she doesn’t notice.
I love her scent. I want to inhale it forever. I want to breathe her in and never exhale, her scent permeating through me. I’m sappy as fuck tonight.
My mind races, making lists of so many things I want to buy for her, and I’m so anxious that I eventually slide out of bed and head for my home office to grab my laptop. I don’t want to leave her alone, so I climb back in and settle against the headboard.
Half an hour later, I’ve ordered so many things for delivery that this apartment is going to look like Christmas vomited all over the place in the next few days.
I’m pleased when I finally shut the laptop and snuggle back against June. We have to go to the doctor first thing in the morning, but by the time we get back here, boxes will be lining the front room.
I want to pamper her. I want to see her smile and giggle as she opens box after box. I want to watch her try on clothes. Nope. I want to do it for her—change her over and over until she’s worn every single item twice.
I made selections for her office and playroom based on what I saw in her apartment, choosing white furniture and colorful accent pieces.
I’m going to have to clear out a cabinet in the kitchen for all the plates, sippy cups, and bowls I’ve bought. I can’t imagine what toys she might like, so I ordered a variety. In a range of ages.
The thing is, I want her to have the world, and I can get that for her, so she’s going to have it. I just hope she’s pleased and not scared out of her mind.
One day…
One day, and already I know in my soul she’s mine. I’m so cocky about it that I’m willing to take this giant leap and purchase everything a Little could want.
Eventually, I force my mind to slow down, take several deep breaths, and slide into sleep, inhaling my girl the entire time.