CHAPTER FOUR
He hands me a bowl of ice cream and sits down on the couch next to me with a bowl of his own. “Thank you, Daddy,” I say.
Daddy.
That’s twice.
Why does it feel so damned sexy? I guess it has to do with so many girls these days calling their men that way. I’m wearing a long pajama shirt that comes down past my knees. He doesn’t know I don’t have anything on underneath it. Nonetheless, I think long shirts like that are sexy just because of how a guy never knows how much, if anything, is underneath them. I scoot closer on the couch and lean against his shoulder. “I think I know a lot more about what you’ve done for me,” I say. Of course, I’m really scooting close to see if he’s still thinking about my naked body. Any reaction will be a lot harder to hide in those pajama bottoms.
“It’s nothing, Princess,” he says.
I draw in a breath quickly and stare at him in wonder. My seductive intentions disappear for a moment in the breathlessness of the moment. “I like that, Daddy,” I say.
“What’s that?”
“When you call me Princess.”
He smiles and says, “Well, I guess I like when you call me Daddy, too.”
I feel a flush creep over my cheeks and I snuggle back against him and say, “Can I pick the movie?”
“Sure.”
I set my ice cream on the coffee table and return to seduction mode when I see the remote on the little table beneath the television. I get up and walk over, trying to appear nonchalant but knowing this shirt shows off my body in a secretive, alluring kind of way. There’s nothing secretive about it, though, when I bend over and get the remote. I know he’s getting a perfect view of the outline of my little heart-shaped ass, and I’m counting on it.
I walk back with the remote and resume my snuggle. Sure enough, I can see evidence of a bulge starting to form beneath the cotton of his pajama bottoms. I want to giggle in triumph, but I manage to scroll to an action movie I know he’s been talking about. I start it, put the remote down, grab my ice cream, and snuggle again.
“Are you sure you want to watch this?” he asks.
“I want to watch something for you tonight, Daddy,” I say. I notice the bulge is more substantial and I try to snuggle as close as I can as I eat the ice cream. By now, he’s trying to deal with the bulge. He looks at me a few times and I pretend to be oblivious. “Really, Daddy,” I say sweetly. “This is what I want to watch.” It’s hard not to laugh when he nonchalantly lowers the ice cream bowl, hoping the cold will help him deal with the erection. Finally, he grabs a couch cushion, puts it on his lap, and pretends he’s using it as a table for the ice cream. I pause the movie and say, “I’m going to turn off the hall light. The glare makes it hard to see.”
“Okay, Sweetheart,” he says. Wow. That feels good, too. Sweetheart. Princess. I like.
I turn the hall light off and then turn off the lamp next to the couch when I sit back down. As I snuggle up to him, the only light is from the TV. I turn the move back on and snuggle closer. He’s more relaxed now, not having to worry about me seeing his tent in the dim light.
I lean against his arm as we watch the movie. Each time there’s an intense scene or a surprise, I jump and grab his arm. I take care to keep my actions innocent but only just. When both of us are finished eating, I lift his arm and lean against his shoulder. He squeezes me lightly and I feel a surprisingly strong surge of need. I want to give him my virginity for him but now I can’t pretend that I don’t also want to give him my virginity for me.
As the movie drags on, I decide I want to leave a somewhat stronger hint, so I yawn, feigning sleepiness, and rest my head on the pillow covering his lap. He stiffens for a moment, then relaxes and I know he’s thinking of the bulge in his pants, which I can feel even through the pillow.
I’m thinking of that bulge as well and I adjust my head and slip my hand under the pillow to rest it on his thigh.
“Do you want me to bring you a pillow?” he asks.
“No, thank you, Daddy,” I say. “I’m comfy right here.”
“Okay, princess,” he says, a little reluctantly.
I smile a little, knowing that I’m turning him on, and he’s conflicted by it. I slowly tug at my shirt with the hand that isn’t resting on his thigh until my ass is just visible. It’s hard to see in the dim light and impossible to see that I’m the one who lifted my shirt but I know he’ll see my ass at some point and when he does, I hope he decides he wants it enough to take it.
I know it will take some convincing to get him to that point, so I decide I won’t ask him to take my virginity tonight but only lay some groundwork so he’ll want me even more.
To that end, I lie very still and regulate my breathing so it sounds like I’m asleep. A few minutes later, I stir as though reacting to a dream and lay my hand on his cock.
Oh my God, he’s huge! I don’t grip it, though I badly want to, but I still notice how thick it is under my hand. He stiffens at my touch and I’m afraid for a moment, that he’ll try to move my hand. I remain very still, hoping he’ll take advantage of the fact that he believes I’m sleeping and let my hand remain where it is.
He slowly relaxes and I realize with excitement that he’s going to let me keep touching him! I smile softly but very slightly so he doesn’t see it and spend the rest of the movie pretending to sleep. Every few seconds, I shift and let my hand slide over his cock. Each time, his cock stiffens and I feel myself grow wet with need.
I feel him rest his own hand on my hips and I feel a leap of excitement because I know what he’s trying to do. I stay very still and when his hand lifts from my hip and settles on my bare ass I feel a thrill and have to concentrate to keep from reacting physically.