“Fuck.” He deepened our kiss, and I rolled my hips experimentally, happy to feel his hard cock pressing against my leggings. His fingers tightened on my skin in response to the added friction. “Careful, baby.”
Royce broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. His eyes had darkened to something, and they flicked toward my bathroom door. "Is that your bathroom?"
I nodded, suddenly shy again. "Mm-hmm."
"Let me get my special girl’s bath ready." He gently moved me off his lap and stood up. "Come with me."
I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet. "You were really proud of me?"
"So proud. You were amazing." His praise wrapped around me like a warm blanket.
“Thank you.”Daddy. I didn’t want to say it too often, but it felt so good. Now that he’d given me permission, it was always on the tip of my tongue. He was right about slowing things down, but on the other hand, I needed Daddy Royce, and as long as we were both on board, maybe nothing needed to be slowed down at all.
8
ABBY
My bathroom continued with the pink theme from the bedroom. From the pink shower curtain with little hearts, the lavender bath mat, and shelves lined with sweet-smelling products in cute packaging. I loved being in here.
Royce surveyed the space with a smile and then leaned over to turn on the faucet. The oversized tub was the main reason I'd chosen this apartment. Bathtime was sacred to me. And having Royce there to share it with me was the best kind of date I could dream of.
"What temperature do you like?" He glanced at me as he tested the water with his fingers.
"Warm but not too hot." I watched him adjust the knobs with careful precision.
He scanned the collection of bath products lined up on the ledge and reached for one of the bottles of scented bubbles. "What are you feeling today, baby girl? Something sweet? Relaxing?"
The endearment made my stomach flip. "Strawberry, please." I pointed to a pink bottle. "It makes the most bubbles."
He picked it up and poured a generous amount under the running water. Bubbles immediately began to fill the tub, and the sweet scent of artificial strawberries came alive in the small room.
“Yummy.” As the tub filled, Royce turned to me and stood up. His expression shifted to be more serious than playful as he reached for the hem of my shirt. "May I?"
I nodded, suddenly breathless. We were finally getting naked. At least, I was. There was no going back from this, and I was happy about that. I never wanted to go back to not having this with Royce. “Please.”
“Such a polite girl.” His fingers were gentle as they gathered the fabric and slowly lifted it up.
I raised my arms and allowed him to pull the shirt over my head. The air felt cool against my skin, even with the hot steam filling the room.
"And so beautiful." His eyes held mine, but I could see the effort it took for him not to look down at my sports bra.
"You can look at me," I said softly. "I want you to."
His gaze dropped, and he took in my body with obvious appreciation. I was on the slim side but had good curves. "You’re perfect, baby."
The honesty in his voice made me believe him. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Royce’s fingers slipped under the waistband of my shorts, and he hesitated before I nodded again. He pushed them down slowly, kneeling in front of me as he did.
I placed my hand on his shoulder as I stepped out of them while his hands caressed my calves. Standing before him in just my panties and sports bra, I felt both vulnerable and powerful with this gorgeous man on his knees for me.
Physically baring myself to him seemed easy compared to opening up my heart, but even that didn’t feel risky. Emotionally, I felt safer than I ever had with any other man.
"These too?" His hands slid up my hips, gliding over my panties to the bottom of my sports bra.
"Yes," I whispered.
Royce gave the same careful attention to the final pieces of my clothes as his eyes occasionally met mine, silently checking in with me to make sure this was still okay.