"I didn’t say it didn’t hurt," I corrected. "I said I didn’t care that it hurt. Are you upset that I hurt you? And don’t you even think of claiming I didn’t; I could feel how tight you are, so I know better."
"But... that’s different!" she denied, vigorously shaking her head. "I knew it was going to have to hurt a little, especially when I saw how big you are."
"Not to , it isn’t," I kissed her hair. "The cost of doing business, and a bargain at twice the price! I an it, kitten—you can bite like that any ti! Any marks you leave , I will treasure as reminders until the next ti we can be together. Assuming there is going to be a next ti, that is, and that the whole birthday-present thing was just a convenient excuse?"
"There had better be a next ti!" she mock threatened, holding up a tiny little fist at my side and waving it in the air, but she couldn’t hold back a lovely, lilting giggle as she was doing it.
"That’s what I thought!" I chuckled, kissing her hair again. "So, as long as you can limit yourself to biting my chest, shoulders, and arms, and keep the claw marks to just my back and ass, I don’t intend to worry about it."
"Oh, I probably did, didn’t I?" she winced in sympathy at what she was just now realizing she’d done. "Is it bad, Daddy? Do you want to get off you, so you can roll over and I can check?"
"You getting off of right now is the last thing I want in the entire world, kitten," I chuckled, giving her a playful little pinch on her ass, making her squeak.
"Well... okay then," she agreed, not too reluctantly I thought, as she snuggled tighter again my chest. "Ummm... Daddy?"
"Yes, kitten?"
"Was I really okay?" I tilted my head down to see her biting her lip. "Only... you can tell , if there’s anything I can do to be better for you. You know that, right? Tonight was only my first ti, and I won’t know how to get better for you if you don’t tell ."
"You were phenonal, kitten. Truly!" I told her, aning every word. "So wet, and hot, and tight! You were worth every last bit of trouble we had getting it in there, sweetie, I an it!"
"It was kind of tricky, wasn’t it?" she giggled shyly. "But I agree! Totally, totally worth it!"
"The good news is, it should get easier over ti," I told her, wanting her to know what to expect. "Not so much on the insides; if prior experience is any guide that part will probably stay pretty much like it is. But your hyn, the tight stretchy bit right at your entrance, should loosen up quite a bit the more we do this."
"Okay, good!" she sighed with relief. "Because it really was worth the effort... but if it could get just a little bit easier getting you in there in the first place..."
"Agreed!" I laughed. "Speaking of which, how are you feeling down there now?"
"Oh, pretty good..." she lied. Adorable, that she thought I didn’t know how to read her by now.
"Kitten..." I called her on it with my tone of voice.
"Kinda sore, Daddy," she admitted with a sad sigh. "But... I think I could still go again, if you want, after you’ve had a chance to recover."
"Don’t think I’m not tempted," I chuckled. "But as much as I’d love to, I think we’d better give you the night to recover, first. I’d rather know I get to have you tomorrow morning, too, and we won’t be able to if you wake up too sore. How about you just join in the shower, instead, and we can kiss and play so more under the spray, without actually going inside you again until we’re sure you’re ready."
"’Kay," she agreed, her shyness creeping in again, but I could tell how excited she was by the idea of showering together. We waited until I fell out naturally, then made our way into my bathroom. Charlie was funny, looking around like she’d never been inside before—which I then realized she hadn’t, of course, ntally kicking myself.
She and Livy ca to the door to my bedroom often enough, if they needed sothing on a sleepover night after I’d turned in, or if they decided to make breakfast the next morning and ca to wake up, but she’d never co in further than that.
My bathroom was the best part of the whole house, a big part of the reasons Vicki and I had chosen to buy it in the first place. I had dual sinks with more counter space than even she had been able to use, a comfortable built-for-two soaking tub, and a big, multi-head walk-in shower.
The rest of the house had its charms too, though it was much bigger than Livy and I had ever needed for just the two of us; Charlie could have had her choice of guest rooms when she slept over, though of course she always shared Livy’s bed with her, instead. We’d bought it for the family we’d planned to have, not the one we’d been able to have, after Vicki had gotten sick.
But I’d never, ever considered the idea of downsizing, and leaving behind the mories we’d made here.
I brushed my teeth, Charlie already having done hers while she had supposedly been getting ready for bed, cocking her hip up against the counter as she watched and made flirty eyes at . I rinsed and eagerly collected my freshly minty kiss, then told her to go pee, stepping back into the bedroom and closing the door behind . Maybe soday Charlie would be in a ntal place where she’d be able to go with still in the sa room with her, but I knew better than to even suggest it, tonight.
So, temporary banishnt it was; I was not about to ruin her first sexual experience by letting her contract a U.T.I., and Vicki had always sworn by peeing after sex as the best preventative. Not having a vagina of my own for comparison, I was bowing to the voice of experience.
Charlie opened the door again, taking by my hand and walking back into the shower.
I let Charlie be the one to control the temperature, experinting with the multiple heads, snuggling up behind her and starting to play as she adjusted all the various knobs. She tried to turn around to face , but I held her in place with my arms wrapped around her, one hand on her breast, the other cupping her mound, giving her kisses over her shoulder instead.
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