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“What are you doing?” she asks as I climb back up on the bed and bring the warm cloth to her swollen pussy. She jumps as I make contact, and I make sure to keep my touch light.
“Just cleaning this pretty pussy, then I thought we could take a bath,” I say as I finish wiping away the proof of her innocence.
“Together?” she says, a little grin tipping up the corners of her mouth.
“Yeah,” I growl. “I don’t want to be apart for too long.”
Hopping off the bed, I lift her, bridal style, into my arms and nothing has ever felt so right. I pause for a moment as I envision doing this at our wedding one day, feeling grateful and overwhelmed. Together forever, and the thought doesn’t make me panic–instead it just feels… perfect.
Placing her gently in the bath, I slide in behind her and, banding an arm across her breasts, I pull her body flush with mine, marveling at the way we fit perfectly against one another. My cock hardens once again, and I try to calm my raging need.
She releases a breathy sigh, relaxing her shoulders and letting her head loll back onto my shoulder.
“This feels amazing, Christian,” she moans, as I drop gentle kisses along her neck. She’s likely too sore to go another round, but I can’t keep my hands or my mouth off her.
“Next time, I’ll make sure to have some girly shit to put in it,” I mutter.
Her peal of laughter is like tinkling music to my ears.
“This is perfect. I don’t need ‘girly shit’.” She tilts her head back, placing a quick kiss on my mouth.
We relax for a few moments, a comfortable silence falling over the room as we float in the warm bath.
“Did you really mean it? That you love me?” she asks in a voice so hushed that I almost missed it.
“With my whole heart, Little Bird. I’ve never felt this way about anyone,” I reply, sincerity bleeding through my tone. “Will you tell me more about your past? What did you mean when you said I was the first person to say those words?”
Penny shifts in the tub, making the water swoop and slosh as she turns toward me, tucking her knees up to her chest andresting her chin on them. Her eyes look haunted and, not for the first time, I realize that this beautiful person has not had it easy.
“Well, you already know who my parents are…,” she pauses, glancing around, unable to meet my eyes.
“You don’t have to tell me, pretty girl. I want to know, but only when you want to share. There is no pressure from me, ever. ‘No’ is all you ever have to say and I’ll back off,” I remind her. Of course, I want to know everything, but only when she’s ready.
“It’s okay, I do want to tell you. Basically, my father always thought that my mother cheated on him because I don’t look like anyone in my family. My appearance changed their happy marriage into a nightmare, and the tabloids exploited that. Image means everything to them, so to maintain their reputation, my parents kept me away from the public eye. They occasionally trotted me out for gala’s and things that couldn’t be avoided, but I didn’t spend much time with them. My life was mostly tutors, maids, and online teachers. Except during the summer when I would get to go to Gran’s,” her words rush out, and each one feels like a physical punch to the gut as I imagine Penelope as a child, lonely, hidden, and unloved–all because she looks different from them.
Rage boils under my skin, ready to explode, but I have no outlet for it, so I tug her to me, pressing her into my body, her apple scent enveloping me. The desire to admit my suspicions about her parentage is on the tip of my tongue. I want to tell her that these pieces of shit may not actually be her family.But what if you’re wrong?I hesitate.
“What about your sister?” I grit out, but my stomach sinks, already knowing the answer.
“She was the worst of all,” Penelope whispers, then continues. “Gran loved me. I know she did, and she always made me feel cared for. She just never said the words.”
Tears fill my eyes, but I blink them back. My Little Bird doesn’t need to know how broken up I am about her childhood since I know we can’t go back and fix it.
“I love you, and I’m going to make sure you hear those words every fucking day. And I’m going to make youfeelit every fucking day, too.” I vow, giving her a long squeeze. She nods her head against my chest.
“I love you too,” she sighs. “But I think it’s officially time to get out of this bath before I turn into a prune.”
Barking out a laugh, I release her. Quickly climbing out before reaching down to help her stand. Water cascades down her body, drawing my eyes to her round breasts. Her nipples pucker under my gaze and I can’t help but reach out and run my thumbs across the sensitive buds. I wrap her in a towel, playfully flattening it against each and every curve.
She tilts her head for a kiss, and I gladly dive in. Passion builds and my cock is rock hard and dying to sink into her heat.
But as we return to the bedroom, Penelope’s phone shrieks loudly.
She breaks away from me, moving quickly, hips swaying sensually as she hurries over to grab it. She tosses a little smile over her shoulder before looking down at the screen and I feel a matching one alight on my face.
Until all the color drains from her cheeks.
“Hello, Father,” she says, answering the phone. Her shoulders hunch, as though ready for whatever blow will spew from her father’s mouth.
