by Pepper North
There was nothing she could say to that. It was perfectly reasonable. Nodding, she followed him as he resumed walking. In just a few steps, they arrived at the kitchen. Hope looked around with a smile.
She hadn’t imagined it last night. Even in the bright light of morning, this room was inviting and homey. When she hesitated at the table, unsure what to do, Sam helped her into the chair where she’d sat last night.
“We’ll make this your official spot. Right next to Daddy,” he announced. “I’ll get things ready for first breakfast.”
“First breakfast?”
“I usually eat twice in the morning. First, something to fuel me before I go run. Then, a second breakfast to power back up. We need something in our stomachs, before I give you a shower.”
She blushed, imagining what a devastatingly nude Sam would look like wet. Hope squeezed her thighs together, trying to distract herself from the images that welled into her mind. Taking a few deep breaths to calm her quickening heartbeat, Hope looked down at the table and counted to ten.
Meanwhile Sam strode purposefully around the room, gathering two bowls and three different boxes of cereal. When he placed a bottle of milk on the table, the click of the bottle interrupted her calm down mantra. A random question popped into her head.
“How do you have fresh milk?”
“Wow! You are still asleep. That’s dry milk, I’m afraid. I just mixed it up with some cold water. Just pretend it tastes as good as fresh,” Sam counseled with a wink. He dropped a kiss on her head before sitting in the chair next to Hope.
“I’m definitely not a morning person,” she confessed. They busied themselves with pouring cereal into the bowls. Sam’s bowl was the size of a salad bowl. Hope filled hers with a moderate amount of one healthy cereal.
Sam had a bit from each of the three boxes. He layered the first two healthy mixes before dumping in a generous amount of kids’ cereal from a brightly colored box. Pausing, he shook the box. It sounded almost empty. With a shrug, he poured the rest into his gigantic bowl, filling it to the top.
“You’re not going to eat all that?” she questioned in amazement.
“First breakfast is very important.” He poured milk for her before dumping the rest on his concoction.
Taking the first bite, Hope grimaced at the watery taste of the dried milk. “I can see why people have cows now.”
“Definitely. Just imagine the best cream and try to fool your mind,” he suggested. Taking another bite, Sam closed his eyes in mock delight as he savored its flavor.
Hope laughed. “You goof!” She took another bite and smiled to herself when the flavor wasn’t quite as bad. Sam just made things better.
As she looked at him rapidly devouring the mountain of cereal, an avalanche of emotion took over her mind. His importance in her life crashed down over Hope. Tears welled to her eyes and cascaded over her cheeks. What if he hadn’t come home?
Keeping her head down so she didn’t disturb him with her silliness, Hope tried to brush the moisture from her cheeks subtly. When his hand cupped her chin and lifted her gaze to his, she resisted.
“Hope,” he said simply.
She peeked up as she dashed the tears from her face. “Sorry. I’m being silly.”
“Come here, little girl.” Sam scooted her chair away from the table and scooped her into his arms and on his lap.
When he held her cuddled close, Hope whispered, “What if you had gotten hurt? Or worse?”
Gently wiping her face dry with his powerful hands, Sam spoke softly. “I can’t guarantee my safety. They send our team on tricky maneuvers.”
Sam leaned close to press a sweet kiss to her lips. “I’m asking so much of you, little girl. Am I selfish to hope you’ll decide that all the uncertainty of a relationship with me is worthwhile?”
“You’re not being selfish!” she rushed to reassure him. “I’m just being silly.”
“Never feel silly for having tender feelings. That what makes Littles so special. They have bigger hearts than the rest of us.” Sam kissed her softly and pulled her close to his chest.
The thump of his steady heartbeat told her he was here now. She should enjoy all that today brought and worry about the tomorrows then. Hope nestled against his broad shoulder and tried to memorize this moment. His masculine aroma was clean and earthy. She liked the subtle essence that clung to him and realized he wore her scent from their lovemaking the night before. That sent a thrill through her. Sam is mine!
She leaned back to look at him in surprise. Suddenly, Hope realized she’d just claimed him as possessively as he had her.
“From the look on your face, things are clicking into place inside you. I can’t tell you why I know you’re my little girl. I just do here.” Sam placed one of her palms over his heart. Again, his steady heartbeat reassured her.
When his stomach growled ferociously, interrupting the moment, Hope giggled. “Your tummy likes me, too!”
“It certainly does.”
“Eat!” she ordered as she shifted to slide from his lap.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Holding her firmly on his lap, Sam leaned over and pulled her bowl over next to his. Dipping a small bite from her bowl, Sam lifted the spoon to her mouth. Automatically, Hope opened her mouth and let him feed her. Unable to protest as she chewed, she watched in amazement as Sam took a huge bite from his bowl.
“How do you get that in your mouth?” she blurted as soon as she could speak.
“I have a very talented mouth, candy girl.” He winked to make sure she understood that he was referring to their lovemaking.
Her face flamed with embarrassment and Hope mentally cursed. Think before speaking, please. Or better yet, just don’t say anything! she rebuked herself.
While these thoughts rolled around in her brain, Hope accepted another bite. Several minutes later, she realized that she was letting him feed her. Quickly, she held a hand up in front of her mouth.
“You don’t have to feed me,” she protested.
“You’re thinking super hard, Hope. I’m just helping get first breakfast in you.”
Her mind switched gears and her hand dropped. “Do you really eat two breakfasts?”
“Most days. Open,” he directed as he lifted the spoon to her mouth again.
“How many lunches do you have?” she asked, mumbling as she chewed.
“One. Breakfast is my favorite meal.”
“I like waffles a lot,” she shared.
“Better than pancakes?” he scoffed as he continued to alternate feeding her and himself.
“Oh, yeah! The butter and syrup stick in the holes and they’re yummy.”
“You make a good argument. Perhaps I’ll try waffles again,” he said as he scooped the last spoonful from Hope’s bowl.
Hope chattered on as he finished his portion. She refused his offers to share his cereal. Her tummy was full and happy. Sitting on his lap, her previous loneliness dawned on Hope. She’d been too busy to hang out with friends. Numbers always drew her.
“Oh! I forgot, I’ve got some calculations to do.”
“Is it due today?”
When she shook her head, he followed up with, “Could you take one day off to spend with me?”
“Yes,” she answered quickly. She hadn’t had a day off in forever. A break would help her decide about which job offer to accept.
“Thank you, candy girl.” Sam leaned in to kiss her again.
None of her previous boyfriends had been so affectionate. Hope loved it. She pressed her lips to his eagerly. The exchange flamed quickly into much more than a simple kiss. His mouth devoured hers as if she were his favorite treat. Hope wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he made love to her mouth.
Sam leaned back slightly to stare at her with desire etched on his face and growled, “Little girl.”
“Aren’t you hungry?” She motioned to his bowl.
“I’ll eat more for my second breakfast.”
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Chapter 8
Standing, he carried Hope out of the kitchen, abandoning his almost finished bowl and her empty one. She held on apprehensively at first, but Sam’s strength was obvious. He didn’t strain at all as he moved through the hallway and into the master bath.
Setting Hope on her feet, he turned around to turn the shower on. As the water heated, Sam reached for the hem of her borrowed T-shirt. He tugged it off in a flash.
Automatically, Hope moved her arms to shield herself, but the fire in his gaze stopped her. There was no mistaking the desire in his eyes. She felt sexy and wanted. With a flash of daring, she turned and walked into the shower, allowing the water to cascade over her. Looking over her shoulder, she watched Sam ease his baggy shorts over his burgeoning cock. She loved his red pubic hair. It was so different—just like he was.
When he walked into the stall, Hope held a hand out to him. Sam pressed a quick kiss against her lips before collecting liquid soap from a container. He lathered his hands as he considered her body.
“Hold your hair up, little girl.”
He waited expectantly as she gathered her long hair into a mass at the back of her head. She anticipated he would wash her breasts first. All men seemed to dive in there in her experience—limited as it was. Sam walked around her to rub his slick hands over her back and shoulders. Hope moaned in delight as he stroked across her skin, massaging her muscles.
His hands stroked down her sensitive ribs to linger at the curve of her waist. Moving lower, Sam glided his hands over the swell of her hips. Her breath caught in her lungs as his hands stroked over her small buttocks. Sam cupped her rounded cheeks and brushed his fingers along the divide between them.
Hope jumped when Sam shifted one hand to span her abdomen. He waited for her to settle before moving his other hand.
“Sam, no!” she protested, trying to bolt forward. To her dismay, the purpose of that hand became clear as he held her in place. When she scooted backward, his muscled thigh blocked her escape.
“Little girls need to be cleaned everywhere,” Sam commented without emotion. He simply stated a fact as he spread the slick cleanser between her cheeks.
Lingering at the small entrance hidden between her buttocks, Sam circled the clenched ring of muscle as he held her securely. His fingertip pressed in lightly, testing her resistance. Hope gasped as it burned slightly.
“No. Stop!”
“Daddy isn’t hurting you, Hope. I’m going to pay close attention to your bottom. Relax your muscles for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
His finger now pushed through that tight opening. The soap burned as it eased his way inside her. Hope froze in place. Her mind boggled at the sensation, registering a flood of arousal that literally coated her inner thighs. He seemed to know all her deepest fantasies. She moaned as she leaned forward slightly, unconsciously offering herself to his care.
“Daddy will be here, candy girl. Buried deep inside you.”
She shivered, feeling his invasion completely. Her mind stopped functioning and just felt. He was in charge. Hope understood how those women in her Littles books could allow someone to have complete control over their bodies. It was electrifying.
“We’ll need to widen you a bit before you take my cock. The first size plug will work for later today,” he decided. With that assessment complete, Sam removed his finger slowly.
Sucking air into her lungs when she could finally breathe, Hope straightened up, only to realize that his fingertip still rested just inside her opening. Automatically, she followed his guiding hands that turned her into the spray of the water to rinse off her back. Sam moved his restraining hand at her abdomen to smooth the suds away. Finally, that small invader slipped fully from her body.
Sam gathered her to his chest and held her tight. He swayed slightly as the warm water fell softly down on them. Hope laid her head on his shoulder feeling wrapped in a cocoon that shut out the rest of the world. There was only him and her.
“Daddy?’ she whispered.
“Yes, candy girl,” he answered, rewarding her with a kiss to her temple.
“You’re going to ask everything of me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Silence filled the shower as his hands stroked over her skin. Sam didn’t rush her. Held tenderly to his chest, a feeling of release flooded Hope’s body and mind. “I don’t have to pretend with you, do I?”
“Not a bit.” He leaned back slightly to look in her eyes, “I want all of you. The little girl inside who you hide from everyone. She’s mine.”
Without realizing what she was doing, Hope nodded. Sam’s lips spread in a devastatingly handsome smile that made her heart jump in her chest. She bounced up to her toes to press her mouth to his. Immediately he responded, tightening his arms around her to lift her off her feet.
Hope looped her arms around his neck as his mouth devoured hers, his tongue tasting the inside of her mouth as if she were the sweetest treat he’d ever savored. Needing to be closer, she linked her legs around his waist and groaned as his hard cock pressed intimately against her. There was no way he couldn’t tell that his probing finger had seriously turned her on.
“Little girl, you are perfect,” he growled against her lips, sending a thrill through her at his praise.
Sam stalked forward to press her body against the cool tile of the shower. His heat radiated toward her. “Lean back, candy girl,” he directed.
She dug her fingers into his biceps as she obeyed. As she braced her shoulders against the ceramic surface behind her, the motion pushed Hope’s pelvis even tighter against his hard shaft and exposed her upper body to his view. Hope closed her eyes when he ground his cock against her pink folds. Feeling her slick juices multiply, she bucked against him, helping Sam slide firmly against her most sensitive spots.
“Ohhh!” she gasped.
“Good, isn’t it, candy girl? I need to be inside you, but first I need a taste.” His powerful hands closed around her hips to ease her upward. Sam leaned in to run his tongue over the pink nipple in front of him.
“Sweet, candy girl,” he complimented before drawing it firmly into his mouth.
Hope froze in place. Tinges of pain and pleasure wove together as he lavished attention on her breast. Sam’s morning whiskers tickled and stung as he explored one and then the other. Her fingers left his arms to weave through his hair, now just long enough for her to tug. His groan against her thrilled Hope. She was getting to him as well.
Lifting his lips, Sam growled, “You’re playing with fire, candy girl.”
“Promises, promises,” she teased, and then encircled his neck to cling to him as he whirled her around to carry her out of the shower.
“Wait! I’m sorry!” Hope apologized.
“I need to grab a condom to protect you,” he explained as he walked to the nightstand and shifted her slightly to balance her on one arm.
“Oh!” she gasped, tightening her arms to help support her weight as Sam plucked a small packet from the drawer before he spun to stride back to the shower. He’s interrupting his own pleasure to ensure my safety. Hope pressed kisses to his neck. Sam’s protective actions etched his mark on her heart a bit deeper. Before she could ponder how important Sam had become to her, the spatter of the water captured her attention.
“Damn! I can’t do this one-handed,” Sam muttered. He set Hope gently on her feet with the warning, “Don’t move.” As Sam backed away from her slightly, he provided her a spectacular view of his chiseled body.
Freezing in place, Hope watched Sam rip open the condom and toss the wrapper to the side. She bit her lip as he roughly cupped his thick shaft in one hand to roll on the thin sheath. That’s so hot! Without thinking, Hope moved forward to help.
“Little girl,” he growled, stopping Hope in her tracks.
She subsided with a huff of annoyance and moved back into the place he had set her. Maybe she didn’t want to play this game. He doesn’t always get to be in charge, does he?
“I do,” Sam corrected as he stepped forward toward her. Only then did Hope realize she had spoken aloud.
The hunger shining in his eyes captivated her. She couldn’t tear her gaze from his. Effortlessly, Sam lifted her back into his arms and pressed her against the wet tile. His body sheltered her from the spatter of the shower. Unable to stop herself, Hope pressed her lips against his. Quickly, Sam took control of the kiss, deepening it.
With a groan, he ripped his mouth from hers. “I need to be inside you, candy girl.”
At her whispered, “Please,” Sam shifted her body to hover over his cock. Slowly, he entered her body, filling her completely. Lowering his forehead to rest against hers, air gushed from his lungs as he exhaled and she knew that he had been holding his breath. His control astonished Hope, but she wanted to see him lose it.
“Move,” she whispered urgently.
That was all it took. Sam looped his arms under her legs, spreading her totally in front of him. He withdrew and plunged back into her tight channel. Hope clung to his body for stability as he claimed her. There was no doubt that Sam was staking his claim on her as he made love to Hope. Grinding against her clit with each stroke, Sam built her pleasure.
“There! Please, there!” she whispered, without realizing she spoke aloud again. Hope arched her back to press herself against the thick root of his shaft as tingles of an approaching orgasm gathered between her thighs.
Immediately, Sam repeated that movement. He captured one pink nipple in his mouth and sucked firmly, adding to her pleasure. When she panted on the edge, Sam bounced her experimentally on his shaft, gliding a fraction of an inch higher inside her.
With a cry, Hope felt herself explode around him. Sam gentled his motions, leaving one last kiss on her breast. She could feel him watching her. Hope loved that he delayed his climax to allow her body to recover slightly.
Twice more he repeated this process of demanding thrusts and gentling his motion when she came undone around him. Finally, Hope demanded, “This time, together!”
