Page 30 of Tilly's Tutus
“Thank you, Lottie, but Tilly and I need to go up to her room and talk first.”
With that, he stood and shifted Tilly to his hip before brushing past Lottie and heading into the house. Tilly held on tight as he climbed the stairs, her added weight not seeming to bother him in the least. At the top of the stairs, he looked at the doors and then smiled down at her.
“Which one is yours, Tilly?”
She pointed and laid her head on his shoulder. He did not put her down until they were in her room with the door closed and locked. Then he carried her from her sitting room into her bedroom and set her down on the end of her bed.
“Doesn’t look like you’ve packed anything,” he said as he sat down beside her and took her hand in his. “Do you not want to move in and live with me, Tilly?”
Him calling her by her name made her stomach squirmy. He was supposed to call her little dancer or sweetheart, not Tilly.
Frowning at their entwined hands resting on his thigh, she said, “I do want to, but I don’t want to take advantage of you. I have a lot of stuff and can be messy when I’m sewing. I was thinking maybe I should move to an apartment somewhere for a couple months while we get to know each other better. Or rent a room somewhere to do my sewing.”
Tilly looked tired, with dark smudges under her eyes. She looked like she had been working too hard and not sleeping. Needing to be closer to her, he lifted her to sit on his lap facing him. Wrapping his arms around her lower back, he hugged her for a minute as he let his position on her house situation be known.
“Nope. Not happening. I’ve cleared out one of the spare bedrooms for you to use as a sewing room until you grow out of it. Then we’ll decide whether to build you a tiny house in the backyard or rent a place somewhere in town. But that discussion is for another day. For today, you need to decide if you want to come home with me now. If you don’t want to sleep in my bed at first, that’s fine, you can have the guest room, but you’re mine and I’m yours and I want you living in my house.”
Carter watched her as she considered his words. When her lips turned up in a smile as bright as the sun, he knew what her answer would be.
“Yes, Papa. I want to move in with you today, but I don’t want to sleep in the guest room. I want to be in your bed, tonight and every night forever,” she said, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Give me a few minutes to pack some clothes and stuff. I can come back this week and get the rest of my stuff.”
“No, little dancer. We’ll come back together and get the rest of your stuff. Remember what I told you about Daddies carrying the heavy stuff? Right now though, I can’t wait any longer. I need you. I need to fill your sweet, sweet pussy with my cock.”
Tilly giggled as she climbed from his lap. She danced around the room as she pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, leaving her wearing only a lacy bra that barely contained here beautiful breasts. “Now that is a plan I can get behind.”
He grabbed her when she stumbled after showing her leggings down to her ankles. “Easy, little dancer. I don’t want you falling and hurting yourself. Now hold onto Papa’s shoulders.”
He knelt before her and waited until he felt the weight of her hands on his shoulders. Then he worked the leggings off her body and tossed them over his shoulder. A moment later, he pulled her panties down and they followed the same path.
Leaning in, he kissed the top of her pussy lips and slid his hand between her legs, confirming that she was dripping with need. He kissed his way up her body until he reached her bra. A twist of his wrist and the front clasp opened and the lacy material fell away, leaving her completely bare. A kiss and lick to each beaded nipple earned him a moan that proved to him that Tilly was in as much need as he was.
Pushing to his feet, Carter toed off his sneakers then quickly stripped the rest of his clothes off. His jeans were painfully tight over his erection and all he wanted was to get out of his clothes and reclaim his woman. Once they were both naked, he tossed her onto the bed. He grinned at her squeal as she flew and then bounced on the bed, but covered her so she didn’t go any further.
Sliding a finger into her pussy, he confirmed that she was, indeed, ready for him. Fitting the tip of his cock into her wide, wet pussy, he slid home with a sigh that started at his toes.
“God, I’ve missed you, little dancer,” he murmured as he dropped kisses all over her face.
She was returning the kisses as she rubbed her hands up and down his back. “Missed you, too, Papa. So, so, so much.”
“You ready for Papa to fuck you?”
“Oh, yes, Papa. So ready.”
With her admission, Carter began to move over her, pulling out and shoving home in strong strokes. She lifted her legs on either side of his hips and rose to meet every thrust.
Slipping a hand between them, he rested his thumb on her clit as he began moving faster and faster. She smiled as she met his gaze, until her orgasm rolled over her. Milliseconds later, his cock swelled and began to pulse as his release roared through him, tightening every muscle in his body and causing his brain to disconnect from his body.
When the connection was made again, he logrolled them to the left so they were still connected, but pressed together lyingon their sides. With a deep breath, he pulled her close and cuddled her tight.
“Yep, I guess you really did miss me,” she said with a giggle as she dropped a kiss on his damp chest.
He kissed her forehead before easing his cock from her pussy. When he could feel his toes again, he rose and went into the bathroom to clean up. Bringing back a warm, wet cloth, he cleaned her up then laid down beside her again. They lay curled together for a few minutes before he looked around the room. “So, how long will it take you to pack for the next week or so?”
Tilly lifted her head and said, “Give me fifteen minutes and I should be ready to go.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
Tilly rolled out of bed and looked around. “Um, you might want to go talk to Lottie and convince her that you’re a real Daddy and that you love me and you’re not just kidnapping me to sell to some human traffickers.”
Carter chuckled as he stood up and reached for his clothes. “I can do that.”
Once they were both dressed, he grabbed her and pulled her in for a hug. “I love you, little dancer. I know we started fast and it’s been a strange week and a half, but I’m yours and you’re mine and no one will come between us. Not even your sisters, though I know I’ll have to share you with them.”
“I love you, too, Papa. Now and forever.”
The End