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She scurried to her bedroom and got ready as fast as possible. She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, and donned one of the short pajama dresses he’d bought her. It was a frilly garment that made her feel pretty when she put it on. When it came to putting on panties, she hesitated. Should she forgo wearing underwear to bed?
In the end, she picked a pair of panties that matched the pink nightdress and put them on. Not wearing any undergarments seemed downright scandalous, even though she knew Daddy would need to reach the parts of her they covered up.
She crawled into bed and got under the sheets. Then she waited, eagerly anticipating Daddy’s arrival so he could tend to her needs. Butterflies danced in her tummy and heat commenced pulsing between her thighs. She lifted the covers and stared down at her center, spreading her legs a bit as she did so. She reached down and touched herself over her panties. Sensation shot outward and her legs trembled. A little moan escaped her throat.Oh my.
“Getting started without me, young lady?” came a deep voice from the doorway.
She gasped and immediately withdrew her hand from under the covers, then sat straighter against the pillows and laced her fingers together upon her lap, attempting to look contrite. Shame heated her face.
Daddy had caught her touching herself.
Was he displeased? She couldn’t tell from the expression on his face. He looked a bit stern at the moment, but he also looked… excited. There was no mistaking the heat that flamed in his eyes as he entered the room.
When she glanced at his crotch, she glimpsed a definite bulge in his gray sweatpants.
He sat beside her and drew the covers back. Her breath caught in her throat at his nearness. He must’ve taken a quick shower, too, she realized. His hair was damp, and he smelled divine. He wore a snug white t-shirt that accentuated his muscles. Was this what he normally wore to bed? A t-shirt and sweatpants? Or did he prefer to sleep in his underwear? Her cheeks blazed as she imagined him with a lot less clothes on than he was wearing now.
He placed a hand on her thigh and pushed her nightdress up. Then he stroked two fingers along her aching center overtop the thin fabric of her panties. She whimpered and arched into his touch. His eyes darkened further.
“If you leave these on for much longer, little girl,” he said, “they’ll become so soaking wet that you’ll need a new pair. We’d better get them off.”
She sucked in a quick breath. “Okay, Daddy.”
His fingers moved to the waistband of her panties, and she lifted her hips as he pulled them off. He folded them neatly and placed them on the nightstand.
“Now,” he said, “spread those legs. Show Daddy your privates.”
His words sent a heady thrill through her. She nodded and slowly moved her thighs apart, revealing her nether folds to him. She could feel her moisture growing and when she glanced down, she saw a glimmer of wetness.
“So pretty and pink,” he murmured, running his fingers over her outer lips. Then he delved into her core, and she jerked against his touch with a throaty moan. “And soaking wet, too.”
“I-I can’t help it, Daddy,” she said. “I was thinking about what would happen when you came to my bedroom, and I started to get very achy between my thighs. I’m almost as unsettled as I was last night. Are-are you going to help me again?”
He swirled two fingers lightly over her clit.
Oh yes. Yes yes yes.
She arched into his expert caresses, and it didn’t take long for her to reach the heights of pleasure. As a wave of ecstasy crashed over her, she shut her eyes and writhed against Daddy’s roving fingers. After the last quaking pulse faded, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes, meeting his dark gaze.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Daddy was hovering over her, his lips mere inches from hers.
His hand remained between her thighs, but his fingers had ceased moving. Excitement rippled through her as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers.
It was a sweet, soft kiss, but it was everything to her.
When he finally pulled back, he stared down at her with affection brimming in his eyes.
“As long as you’re a good little girl, Hanna, Daddy will visit you each night before bed to give you special rubs,” he said. “Would you like that?”
She nodded wordlessly, her throat too closed up with emotion to speak.
Daddy had kissed her. A real kiss. A romantic kiss.
Oh, how she hoped he kissed her again.
Today and tomorrow and every day after that.
