Then he drew back with a sigh. “Got to stop before I’m tempted to go too far.”
“But, umm, would you like me to, umm . . .” She stared down at his crotch. She’d given blow jobs before but she wasn’t sure she was all that good at them.
“Look
at me.” She raised her gaze to his.
“Much as the thought of your mouth around my dick is a fucking good one, this ain’t tit-for-tat. Another time, you can suck me off. But right now, you’re going to go relax on the couch, eat some food, rehydrate and rest. When you’re at a hundred percent, then we can explore further.”
Wow. She’d never met a man who just gave without expecting anything in return.
“Are you sure you’re real?”
The skin around his eyes crinkled, as though he was fighting a smile. “Pretty damn sure. Stay here, I’m gonna get you some more clothes.”
She lay back as he left the room. Her skin still felt all tingly, her nipples sensitive, the taste of her pleasure was on her tongue.
When he walked back in, she was still lying there in a post-orgasm daze. He placed another onesie on the bed, along with a clean pair of panties. In his hand, he held a washcloth.
“These are cute,” he said, holding up her blue onesie. It had a hood with white ears on it. “We should’ve ordered more of them.”
She was blushing as she realized he’d gone through her panties.
He’d touched her panties.
Yikes.
“Oh, um, I made them. I make all my clothes. Well, not my panties and bras. Could probably make panties, but I need bras with wire in them for my huge boobs.”
His gaze went to her breasts and she realized one was still bare. Holy shit! How had she not noticed that? She squeaked and sitting, zipped up the onesie.
“Fucking sexy breasts.”
Well, he would think that. Most men loved boobs, right? They didn’t realize what a pain in the ass they could be.
“Thanks for getting me my clothes, but I need to shower first.”
He frowned. “Don’t want you showering alone. What if you feel faint and fall?”
“I’ll be fine. Honest. I’m just tired now.”
“No, Daddy will give you a bath tonight. Besides, you shouldn’t shower with your foot. I’ll just clean you up a bit. Lie back again.”
“I don’t … I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you seeing me . . . naked,” the last word was whispered and she nearly rolled her eyes at herself.
“Seen you naked already,” he pointed out.
“Yes, but I wasn’t awake.”
“That makes me sound like a pervert,” he said dryly.
“What we just did . . . I’ve never before . . . I . . .”
“No one’s ever gone down on you before?”
Christ. He was so blunt!
“Yes, they have. Well, not like you did. That was . . . spectacular.”