Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Stay right there, Little girl. I don’t think you’re ready to get into the bathtub yet.”
He stroked through her pink folds, and Nora stepped her feet apart to give him more access. “Thank you, Angel.”
Rewarding her with his touch, Mateo explored her intimately. He stroked and teased as she braced herself on the side of the tub. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. When he pressed two fingers into her body, she raised onto her tiptoes, pushing her bottom back to urge him on.
“What?” she protested as he removed his fingers and leaned past her to turn off the water.
“Time to get in the tub,” he announced. He lifted her onesie over her head before helping her step into the tub as if he hadn’t been inside her just a few seconds earlier.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, Angel. Daddy’s going to touch you much more.”
“Promise?” she asked as she settled into the water.
“Oh, yes.”
Nora crossed the fingers of her hand furthest from him as he quickly secured her thick brown hair with a scrunchie so it was out of her face and off her shoulders. He dropped a kiss on her tousled hair before picking up a thick washcloth. She watched him soak the material in the warm water before wringing it out.
“Close your eyes, Little girl. Let’s get your face clean first.”
Obediently, she followed his directions and felt him gently wipe the soft washcloth over her face. Nora could smell a gentle cleanser scented with lavender. She sighed with happiness.
“Feels good, hmmm?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“You are very polite, Angel.” He rinsed away the lather and continued to bathe her.
Nora loved his long strokes down her back. She felt pampered and special.
“Lie back for Daddy,” he directed and helped her settle against the end of the tub before washing her shoulders and chest. His hands closed around her breasts and she realized he’d abandoned the washcloth to touch her himself. After smoothing a thick lather over her skin and tantalizing her sensitive flesh, he rinsed her skin with the soaked material. It brushed over her tight nipples, making her groan with excitement.
“My Little is enjoying her bath. I think you’ll need Daddy’s special after-work treatment often, won’t you?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding as she felt that material glide over her tummy and to the top of her mound.
When he shifted to her toes, she blurted, “Wait!”
“Daddy won’t forget any bit of your body, Angel. Toes and legs first before Daddy washes your pussy and bottom.”
Wishing he would hurry up, Nora had to admit that she enjoyed having him massage her tired feet and calves. By the time he made it to her thighs, her eyelashes rested on her cheeks.
“Spread your legs, Little girl,” he directed. For her reward, he swirled the cloth over her upper thighs. The textured material dipped into her folds as he washed her thoroughly.
Nora jumped slightly when he replaced the washcloth with his fingers. Her Daddy traced her cleft and resumed his apparent goal of discovering her most sensitive spots. He stroked her inner lips up to the small bundle of nerves. There he touched her gently in a variety of ways until he discovered how much she loved soft brushes over the top interrupted by firm taps.
Struggling not to explode, Nora tried to ignore his touch. It was impossible. He’d memorized so many ways to tease and arouse her. His caresses continued to tantalize her, keeping her just on the edge.
“May I come?” she pleaded.
“Please,” he reminded her.
“What?” She tried to follow his thoughts but couldn’t process his words.
“May I come, please,” he prompted her.
“May I come, please!” She stressed that requested word.
“Good girl.”
Two fingers of his other hand glided into the slickness that welled out of her despite the warm water. They scissored inside her, stretching her. The sting added the final boost she needed. Pleasure overwhelmed her senses as a massive climax burst over Nora.
She felt him continue to caress her for several seconds, extending her pleasure until she shook. Then her Daddy gentled his touch. He bent her legs to rest her feet on the bottom of the tub. The soft washcloth glided between her buttocks and swirled over her small opening.
“Daddy needs to clean you here before you can sleep, Angel,” he explained as he pushed a fingertip inside that tight ring of muscles.
Limp from her orgasm, she didn’t protest. Her Daddy definitely knew what he was doing. She wasn’t going to stop him. Nora shivered in reaction to the stimulating touch. He was in charge.
“Good girl.”
Chapter Eight
Waking up wrapped in a soft comforter, Nora blinked her eyes open to see Mateo standing next to her crib. Feeling self-conscious, she sat up, clinging to the edges of the covers. “What time is it?”
“It’s seven-thirty. You have plenty of time to have some breakfast before getting ready for work,” he assured her before reaching out to brush his fingers through her hair.