“Answer me, mishka,” he murmured. “Tell me if you like it when your Papa licks your pussy.”
“Yes,” I whispered, having a hard time getting the words out. “Yes, Papa, I…I like it very much. I love it.”
“And would you like to take off your jeans now and let Papa examine your pussy and see if it needs to be licked?” he murmured.
“Ex…examine me?” I whispered uncertainly.
“Da—it will not hurt, I promise. I simply need to see if your sweet little pussy is getting wet and swollen—ready to be tasted.” Salt traced a slow, lazy pattern with his long fingers on my inner thigh as he spoke. I shivered as sparks of pleasure shot down my spine at his gentle touch.
“Well…I guess that would be okay,” I whispered. “If…if you really think it’s necessary…Papa.”
“I do.” He nodded gravely. “Come, why do we not go into the bedroom?”
Without waiting for my answer, he stood with me still in his arms and carried me out of the living room and up the stairs to my bedroom.
I had a blue and green and gold quilt on my queen sized bed. Salt laid me on it and turned on the bedside lamp. It bathed the dim room in a warm golden glow.
“Mmm…” Salt sat beside me and stroked a hand between my breasts. “You’re so beautiful lying here on the bed, my Babygirl,” he rumbled. “Tell me, would you like to undress yourself or do you want your Papa to undress you?”
“You do it…Papa,” I whispered, looking up at him. I wanted more of his hands on me, more of his touch all over my body.
Salt seemed to understand. Slowly he pulled my red t-shirt over my head, baring my lacy white bra.
“This is very pretty, my darling,” he murmured, tracing the curve of one breasts with his fingertip. “But Babygirls do not need to hide anything from their Papas. I think we will take this off.”
“Okay, Papa,” I whispered, arching my back to thrust my breasts up to him. The lacy bra snapped in the front and Salt had it unfastened in no time. Slowly, he peeled it open, baring my breasts for him and revealing my tight, achy nipples.
“Look at these pretty little nipples,” he murmured, tracing one with his fingertip and making me shiver. “Tell me, mishka, would you like your Papa to suck your pretty nipples and make you feel good?”
“God, yes,” I whispered, and something low inside me clenched with desire. “Please, Papa—I want your mouth on me.”
Salt gave a low, aroused growl and leaned down to suck my right nipple deeply into his mouth.
I gasped as I felt his wet heat envelope me. God, it felt good—felt right to finally give myself to my partner this way. He’d said that he wanted me from the first—now I knew I had felt the same way about him. But the prickly wall I had built around myself—my fear of ever trusting any man again after my father had abandoned me—had kept me from realizing and acknowledging it. Now I was able to let myself feel for my partner—to open myself to him both emotionally and sexually. It was still scary but it was also exciting. God, I wanted him!
“Oh, Papa,” I moaned as he sucked me deep, taking as much of my breast into his mouth as he could at once. He toyed with the other nipple, flicking it idly and sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. Then he switched and sucked even harder on my left bud. I writhed under him, a sob of pure pleasure building in my throat.
“Mmm,” he murmured at last, releasing my tight little point just when I thought I couldn’t take much more. “You do not know how long I have wished to do that. You have such a sexy little body, my sweet mishka. Your Papa enjoys sucking your nipples very much.”
“And I like it when you suck me, Papa,” I whispered. “But I need more…please.”
“That’s right,” he murmured. “I promised you I would examine your pussy and see if it needs to be tasted. Come, mishka, let us take off your jeans.”
I was eager to get his talented tongue between my thighs again. I reached up to push down my jeans and I would have pushed down my panties too but Salt stopped me.
“No, no,” he murmured, keeping my panties in place as he divested me of my jeans only. “Let us keep these on a little while. I want to see them on you.”