“They’re just some things I saw when I was shopping yesterday that I thought you would like,” he explains.
I pull out a packet of white thigh-high stockings and look at the picture on the front. “Oh my god, these stockings have pink cat toes on the feet. I am going to die of the cuteness.”
There’s also a tiny pink-and-white lace slip from Victoria’s Secret. A length of fine white rope that confuses me, until I remember the rope that he had in his desk, and I blush. Half a dozen OPI nail polishes in pastel and glitter shades. “Ooh, the good stuff,” I enthuse, looking at the little bottles. “You’ve got good taste in nail polish. But I can’t wear it, remember? That’s one of your theater rules. No nail polish unless it’s part of your costume.”
“You can wear it on your toes,” he points out.
“True.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. “Thank you, daddy.”
“You’re welcome, babygirl.” He rubs my arms a moment. “Would you like to try the slip and the stockings on?”
“Yes, please.”
“Would you like me to help you?”
I’ve imagined being naked with him a hundred times, though now the time has finally come I’m aware that it’s broad daylight and in his living room. He’ll be able to see everything and there are no blankets to hide behind. But I trust him, and he’s being so gentle with me that I smile and say, “Yes, please.”
He kisses me again, softer this time. My eyes close as he seeks out the zip at the back of my dress and slides it downward. He tugs the dress over my head and then sits back to look at me. I don’t know what to do with my hands. I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. With a forefinger he traces my collar bone from one shoulder to the other, feather light. “Are you okay, babygirl?” he murmurs.
I nod, and even though he’s watching me closely it’s a good sensation.
“Want me to go on?”
“Yes, please.”
Reaching behind me he unhooks my bra and slips it off, and then slides my underwear off, as well. I’m naked. On his couch. And he’s looking at me. I like the warm, gentle look in his eyes, and I love the feeling of being exposed and vulnerable before him, especially when he’s looking at me like I’m something very delicate and precious. He reaches for the slip and helps me into it, and then carefully rolls each stocking up my legs. I point and flex my feet, looking at the cat toes. They’re as cute as I expected them to be.
He swallows. “Well, you look...”
Before he can finish, I move toward him and straddle his lap. His hands rest lightly on my waist. I like how careful he’s being with me, as if he’s worried he might be going too fast, or making me uncomfortable. But he’s not. Mostly he’s making me horny.
“I want to see you,” I whisper, my finger hooked over the top button of his shirt. “Can I take off your shirt?”
He nods, and I tackle the buttons one by one. When they’re all undone he leans forward and shrugs out of the shirt. I trace my fingers down the hard lines of his shoulders and arms. He’s broad and strong, with dark, springy hair at the center of his chest and trailing down over his belly.
I run a finger under the waistband of his jeans. “I, um... Can I see all of you?”
He smiles and kisses me, and then lifts me off his lap and stands up. I watch as he unzips his jeans, pushes them down and kicks them off.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” I say, for something to say more than anything.
He lifts one shoulder in a half shrug. “It’s my day off, too.”
I want to tell him he’s beautiful naked. Because he is. His thighs are strong and he’s lean. He’s also very hard, and larger than I expected. I reach out and caress the length of him, and he tips his head back and groans. I have no idea what I’m doing but I like his reaction and I want to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel. I watch him closely, then lean forward and lick the tip of his cock. He quickly looks down at me and buries his hands in my hair.
“Fuck, babygirl.”
I lick him again, and his hands tighten in my hair. Then I start to stroke the length of him. His breathing deepens, and he guides my hands so they squeeze him tighter and focus on the end inches.
He rubs his thumb over my lower lip. “Christ, you’re going to make me come in a minute. C
an I come all over that pretty slip of yours?” I nod, smiling, liking how dark and unfocused his gaze is becoming. It’s a sort of power, watching him lose control for a change. He presses his thumb into my mouth and I suck it, and he groans.
I alternate stroking him with my hands and licking him, growing bolder as I listen to his breathing grow harsh. I watch him, fascinated, as I move my hand back and forth. His head is thrown back and his muscles are tensed as he holds tight to my hair. There’s something powerful about being able to do this to him, and when he comes, I watch, fascinated.
When he comes back to earth he leans down and kisses me, and then rubs a finger over the come that’s spilled over my collarbone and slip. “Look at that. I’ve got you all dirty.”