Page 54 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
Suddenly, one fingertip slipped just inside. I let out a small peep.
“Slow now. We’re going slow,” he said.
He’d been going slowly with me all night. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Spread those pretty thighs as much as you can.”
I strained to obey, to show him everything.
“Good boy.”
His finger slipped in and out. Every time it did that it went deeper, wiggling. Without warning, it rubbed over something that made my hips jerk up. I cried out.
“Got it.” Briar grinned at me.
“That made electricity shoot through me.”
“That’s the secret spot. The prostate.”
“I’ve never touched my prostate before.”
“Now you have had it touched. By someone who cares. Nice?”
I stuck out my chin. “Much much more than nice.”
“Good.” Briar took his finger out. “I want to try something if you’re up to it.”
“What?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
After our first lovemaking session, he had brought some things to bed in a towel. Oil. And other stuff I couldn’t see. He held up a wand-shaped object. “This is magic.”
“What is it?”
“I slip this inside you. It’s a massager.”
“If you touch that spot again, I’ll explode, Daddy.”
“That’s the point, isn’t it?”
Right now, everything was the point. Any touch from him. Kisses. Strokes. All his attention.
“Okay, but if it hurts, I can say stop?”
“Always.”
He oiled up the thin wand. It was long, but not as thick as his finger. It had a soft rubbery knob on the end, no doubt there to rub that spot inside me.
“Spread for me, little Pan. Bend your knees back.”
I drew my legs up and grabbed my thighs. Now I felt my hole open more. Briar had massaged it enough to relax the rim. It was such a new feeling. I wanted more touches.
Briar stroked my cheeks, then spread them one-handed. Something pressed against my hole. That rounded tip. With a little pressure, it popped inside my oiled opening. Slowly, it moved inside me, inch by inch, until it touched that spot.
I sighed out a long breath. “Daddy….”
