“Then yes. Please. I think it will make things easier on me if I don’t have to worry about what to do with my hands or if I should kiss you or what I should be doing next.”
“Then from now on, until such time as you decide otherwise, I’m in control in the bedroom as well, same safe word applies.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, I just want you to relax. I’m going to do all the work. All you have to do is relax and let go. That’s it.”
Bear watched her as he moved his finger faster against her clit. He was on his knees now, bent over the tub. He leaned down and suckled on her nipple. He wasn’t lying before. He adored breasts.
He could feel her breath coming in sharp, hard pants and he added more pressure to her clit.
“Bear! Bear!” she cried out as she came. God, he nearly came in his pants at the same time. He wanted to be inside her, wanted to feel her coming around his cock. But the last thing she needed right now was him taking her virginity.
But hell, playing with her sure was fun. He watched as a small smile curled up her lips. Yeah, he could do this all day long. He removed his fingers from her pussy, running them through the small curls there.
He tugged at them. “I’m going to use your razor to take this off later as well.”
“Guys like that?”
He shrugged. He didn’t want to talk about what other men might want. He didn’t want to think about her with anyone else.
She was his.
No. That wasn’t right. She couldn’t be his. She want
ed her freedom and she deserved it.
“I like it.”
“Okay,” she whispered, looking up so trustingly at him. “Thank you.”
He grinned then leaned in to kiss her. “You’re welcome.”
He grabbed her razor and the soap. “Now put your legs up so I can shave them.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” She reached for the razor and he gave her a look. She dropped her hand into the water and lay back as he lifted her leg up to shave it.
“Little girls can’t be trusted with sharp things,” he told her. “Now, just lie back while I take care of you then we’ll wash your hair and get you out of there. You’ll be getting tired.”
“I’m fine. I’m not tired.”
Uh-huh. Of course, she wasn’t. He quickly shaved her legs and then grabbed a cup to help wash her hair. Normally, he might take his time, savor the moment but he didn’t want her getting cold. When her hair was washed, he wrapped a towel around it.
“I’m going to lift you out now, baby girl.”
She held up her arms trustingly. Damn, she blew him away. He quickly lifted her out and dried her. Then he grabbed another towel and wrapped her up. He picked her up and carried her over to the fireplace. There was a rug on the floor in front of the fire and he sat her down.
“Stay here while I get your hair brush and the razor.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He moved quickly, grabbing the stuff and the stool then brought them back, setting the stool behind her. He sat and pulled her back between his legs. Then he undid the towel around her hair and started to brush out the knots in her hair.
She sighed and he paused. “All right, baby?”
“Just happy, Daddy. Can’t remember the last time someone did this for me.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her he’d do it for her every time if she’d just stay with him.