Page 22 of Grace's Daddy

He holds me back several inches and lets his gaze scan down my body and back up. After taking a deep breath, he lowers his hands to my panties and eases them down my legs, helping me out of them.

I feel like I’ve stepped into the middle of a romance novel when he holds my hips, drops the top of his head to my tummy, and inhales deeply. His face is inches from my pussy. He can see everything. I have no secrets from him now. Well, a few I guess. He has yet to spread my legs and look directly at my folds, but I have no doubt that’s coming.

When he guides me back several more inches and then lowers his face to reverently kiss the top of my pussy, I gasp.

He finally lifts his gaze. “When did you start shaving, sweet girl?”

My breath hitches. It never occurred to me he might not like it. I can’t read his expression or his tone. I lick my lips. “When I started wearing diapers,” I murmur. It’s been years. It’s just something I do.

He gives me a slow smile. “My girl is so smart.”

Am I? His girl, I mean?

Eli suddenly stands. He lifts me off my feet and sets me on the vanity before parting my legs and dropping down to his knees between my legs. He kisses my inner thighs in a dozen places, inching his way closer to my pussy.

I can’t breathe. This is so unexpected.

By the time he plants a chaste kiss on my folds, I nearly shoot off the counter. But he has me. He’s still holding my thighs open. I’m melting into a pile of goo, and Eli is staring at my pussy.

“Do you use a razor?” he asks, his voice gravelly.

“Y-yes,” I respond, wondering if there’s a wrong answer here. There shouldn’t be. It’s just a fact. I shave my pussy with a razor. A lot of girls do. I know because I’ve researched it online. Not just Littles. Lots of women.

He tips his head back to look up at me. “One day soon you’re going to let me start shaving you.”

I gasp.

He nods. “Think about that, Grace. I’ll have a changing table for you on the island. I’ll expect you to open your knees wide for me and stay very still while I shave your pussy after your baths at night.”

I stare at him, not blinking. I’m too stunned to respond or even inhale properly. My face feels hot.

He doesn’t need a response, though. A few seconds later, looking pleased with himself, he rises to his feet, lifts me off the vanity, and lowers me into the water.

I giggle. The tub is so full it’s about to overflow. That’s how long it took him to undress me and worship me.

Eli quickly turns off the water.

I reach out a hand to grab the bottle of bubble bath, but he takes my wrist and brings it to the edge of the tub. “Not tonight, Baby girl. I’ll let you have bubbles in the future, but tonight Iwant to be able to see all of you through the water while I wash you.”

White knuckling the sides of the tub, I can only nod. I should be embarrassed. I’m totally naked, and he’s fully clothed, but I can’t find the will to be anything but mesmerized. He’s so enamored with me, and I can feel it to my soul. I feel as pretty as he says I am. I’ve never thought of myself as being particularly sexy or attractive. Why would I? It’s never mattered before.

Eli carefully removes the bows and hairbands from my pigtails, letting my hair fall around my shoulders. He then sets a hand between my shoulder blades and lowers me back to wet my hair without a word.

Perhaps I’m out of my mind, but I trust him. If he meant me harm, now’s his chance to drown me. The thought is absurd, but I’m not the sort of woman people glance twice at. I should have doubts. Why don’t I? I think I’m just as certain about him as he is about me even though I haven’t voiced my thoughts yet. I’m scared to speak them out loud.

He’s so careful as he washes and rinses my hair and takes his time putting conditioner in it before picking up my pink loofah and pouring soap on it.

He hesitates, meeting my gaze and holding it. Finally he lifts my chin with one finger and kisses me, eyes on mine the entire time. As if it’s no big deal, he lifts my arm and washes from my fingers to my shoulder.

I’m staring at him, still reeling from everything but mostly from that kiss. It was just a simple meeting of lips, but it was so much more. It was the sort of kiss I would expect him to stop and give me ten years from now just because. At least that’s what I would like to think a man I’m with for a decade would do. I hope he would still take the time to pause, look at me like I’m spun gold, and then kiss me.

After washing my other arm, he leans me forward and does my back before sliding that loofah down between my breasts.

I inhale sharply when he drags the slightly abrasive material over my breasts, rubbing my nipples back and forth until I’m panting. I’m so turned on that he doesn’t have to ask me to part my thighs. I do so automatically in supplication.

Eli finally shifts his attention from my breasts to my feet, moving a bit away from my torso to do so. He washes my toes, tickling me.

His chuckle is sexy, and water splashes out of the tub when he holds my ankle steady to tickle the bottom of my foot.