I had to bite back my groan as my cock instantly got hard. This woman was a temptresses that was for sure. But tonight is about her and her little self. No having sex when she is in her little headspace.
“Hi, Robert. You’re early!” she said, clearly flustered.
“I know, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t wait to see you.”
A blush flittered across her face. She looked so adorable when she did that. “Come in please. Let me just finish getting dressed.”
I walked in and closed the door behind myself. “Juliana, why don’t you let me help you finish getting dressed? That way you won’t have to change again in a few minutes.”
“O-okay,” she stuttered and looked at the ground.
I dropped my bags on the ground and hurried over to her. I lifted her small chin in my hands until we were looking at one another.
“Hey, there is nothing at all for you to be embarrassed about. Besides, I’ll be changing too, if that helps you relax.”
She nodded and I let go of her chin and went over and picked my bags up from the ground and headed towards her bedroom. I heard her following me as I set the two bags on her bed. I first pulled out my pajamas—a pair of black flannel pants and a long sleeve dark blue t-shirt. Then I opened up the baby bag and pulled out a pair of yellow footie pajamas for Juliana.
“What do you think of these?” I asked, holding them up for her to see.
She slowly walked towards me and with a trembling hand she felt the material. She had a confused look on her face. “It’s soft.”
A smile spread across my face. “Yes. I want my baby girl to be as comfortable as possible. Also, they’re extra warm. I wouldn’t want you to get cold.”
A shy smile crossed her features.
“Let’s get you changed, then I’ll change into my pajamas, and you can help me decide what we’re going to have for dinner.”
“Okay.”
I reached for the sash of her robe and she grabbed my wrists tightly.
“Sweetie, what’s the matter?” I asked, looking down at her.
“I… I can change myself.”
I sighed. If she was going to have a problem with something as simple as my helping her to change, then tonight was going to be much more difficult than I ever imagined.
“Not right now you can’t, little girl. Now come on. I’ve seen you naked before and I told you, you’re beautiful. There’s no need for you to worry.”
She groaned then said, “Fine,” and let go of my wrists so I could begin undressing her.
I made fast work of changing her into her pajamas, not wanting to prolong her unease, and then I changed into my own. When we finished, I grabbed her hairbrush, sat on her bed, and motioned for her to sit in between my legs. Since I was about fifteen inches taller than her, I could easily brush her hair this way. She climbed in between my legs and I removed the wet towel and let her curly hair drape down her back and began to brush it.
She sighed contentedly and I asked, “Do you like this?”
“Yes. You get the tangles out faster than I do and it hurts a lot less.”
“That’s because you have to be patient while you do it, baby girl.”
“That’s a virtue that I do not have.”
“Well, it’s a good thing that I do. So, what do you feel like for dinner tonight?” I asked, working a particularly nasty knot out of her hair.
“Candy?” she said, turning her head to look at me wistfully.
I shook my head. “No, Juliana. No candy for dinner. How about Italian food? I know a great place that delivers.”
“Yummy!” she giggled, rubbing her tummy.
I was very happy and surprised that she was so easily letting her little side out. This further made me believe that this was something she needed.
“You know, I think that Italian restaurant has their menu online. We can look at it on my iPad.”
“I’ll go get it,” she said, starting to pull away from me, but I snaked my arm around her stomach and wouldn’t let her move.
“You can get it after I finish brushing your hair, missy.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “But please hurry.”
I took my time finishing brushing out her thick curls. I didn’t want my little girl to have one single tangle in her hair. Once I was done, I let her go run to my bag and grab my tablet. When she found it, she jumped back up on the bed, sat in between my legs again, and held it as I pulled up the restaurant’s website.
“Look at the kid’s menu, sweetie. They have chicken tenders with pasta, pasta with meatballs, macaroni and cheese, or a small pizza. What sounds good to you?” I said, pointing to each picture on the tablet for her to see.