“Maybe it’s making me ready to have you inside me, Papa,” I whispered, feeling daring.
Salt rose from his knees and climbed into the bed beside me.
“Is that what you want, Babygirl?” he growled softly, looking into my eyes. He took my hand and placed it on the hard bulge in the crotch of his jeans. “To feel your Papa’s cock sliding into your tight little pussy? Filling you up?”
I bit my lip at his size and remembered how I hadn’t been able to get hardly any of him into my mouth. And yet, I wanted this more than I had ever wanted anything before. Wanted the consummation of our relationship desperately.
“Yes,” I whispered. “If…if you take it slow. You’re really big, Papa.”
“And you’re my sweet little girl—so tiny and perfect. Of course we will take it slowly,” he said soothingly.
“Take these off.” I tugged restlessly on his black t-shirt. “Please, Papa—I want you naked with me.”
“With pleasure, my darling,” Salt growled softly.
Sitting up for a moment, he tugged the t-shirt over his head, baring his broad, muscular chest. I bit my lip at the sight of him—he was so huge he seemed to fill my whole bedroom—my whole life. I knew that I wanted him—wanted this—forever. But I couldn’t help wondering if my partner felt the same way.
Salt stripped down his jeans and boxers as well and I caught my breath all over again at the delicious sight of his long legs and cut torso. I knew he worked out on an almost daily basis and it really showed. But now that we were both completely naked together for the first time, I felt a little bit shy.
“What’s the matter, mishka?” Salt murmured as I drew away from him a little. “Are you scared?”
“Maybe…maybe a little bit,” I confessed. “It’s just…you’re so big when you’re naked, Salt. I mean, Papa.”
“And you are so little and perfect. Come here.” He pulled me close to him and, wrapping his long, muscular arms around me, cuddled me against his broad chest.
I pressed my face to his throat and breathed him in—the warm smell of his skin, the scent of the ocean, and a deep, male musk that was at once and entirely Salt. The familiar scents and the gentle way he was holding me eased my anxiety and soon I felt completely relaxed against him.
“Mmm, this is nice,” I sighed, pressing a little closer. I could feel something long and hard and hot brushing my belly but it didn’t frighten me anymore. I knew that soon I would have it inside me and I wanted that—wanted Salt filling me up. But I was sure we were going to take our time.
“Is very nice,” he rumbled. “I want you to know, mishka, I will always be gentle with you. I will never hurt you as I did the other night. In fact…”
Before I could protest, he was flipping me over and examining my bottom.
“Salt!” I protested, forgetting our game for a moment. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure I did not leave scars,” he said seriously.
There were still a few marks on my ass where the belt had landed but most had healed up nicely.
“I don’t think there will be any scars,” I told him gently, feeling bad for the remorse I saw in his eyes. “But if there were, they would be scars of love. I know that, Salt. It’s not like what happened with your father. I know you would never want to hurt me like that on purpose.”
“Never,” he swore hoarsely. “Never again.” He kissed my bottom tenderly, tracing the fading marks with his tongue as though he was trying to erase them with gentleness and love alone.
It was a gesture of healing but the feel of his warm breath and wet mouth on my bare ass was getting me all hot and bothered again.
“Salt,” I murmured, shifting restlessly. “Papa, I thought you were going to…going to fill me.”
“Mmm.” He flipped me back over and looked down at me appraisingly. “So you still want your Papa’s cock in your pussy? You think you can take it deep inside—all the way into your tight little cunt?”
“God,” I moaned, his dirty talk undoing me completely. “Yes, Papa—at least, I’ll try.”