Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
When he pulled away and my eyes fluttered open, I found him staring back at me with a goofy but beautiful grin. I don't know how long we stared at one another in silence before Amir patted my bottom and asked, "I didn't hurt you, did I? I tried to be gentle."
"Not at all. I actually really liked it." I had zero experience, so it was both surprising and exciting to discover my likes with him.
"Good to know," he answered with a flick of his eyebrows. After another kiss, he told me, "Stay right there, I'll get something to clean you up."
Even when I wasn't in my little role, I liked when Amir took the lead and gave me directions. I laid back and relaxed while he went into the bathroom and came back carrying a couple of baby wipes.
He used them to gently scrub our seed, which had grown cold and tacky, from my skin. Daddy had used the wipes on me twice now, in two very different yet equally intimate acts. I could feel his caring touch in everything he did.
Once I was clean, he collected the diaper from the floor and carried it and the wipes to the trash can. When he re-entered the room, my cell phone rang from where it sat on top of my dresser. Amir grabbed it and held it out to me when he reached the bed.
I saw that my dad was the caller, and asked Amir, “You don’t mind?” I didn’t want to ignore him or be rude by taking the call.
“Of course not,” he smiled. “Do you mind if I snuggle you while you talk?”
“Definitely not.” He grinned wider and climbed into bed next to me once more. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I clicked to answer the call. “Hello?”
“Hey, Hen,” my dad’s deep voice replied. “Everything okay? I texted you last night and never heard from you.”
“Oh, yeah, everything is great. I’m sorry; I didn’t even hear my phone going off.” I was so busy with Daddy that I hadn’t even thought of my phone.
“No worries. I just wanted to share some news with you; I talked to one of my buddies at work and he knows a guy who does good body work on cars. He said he would have time to fix up your SUV this week. He’ll even help you with your deductible since the person who hit you didn’t have insurance.”
“Oh, that is good news!” My car was drivable, but not in the prettiest condition. Plus any financial assistance was greatly appreciated.
“Yep. I thought we could drop it off at his place after dinner tonight so he could get working on it tomorrow.” Every Sunday afternoon, my dad and I had dinner together at his place. It was another thing I had forgotten, being wrapped up in Amir’s presence. “I can take off a little time tomorrow to drive you to your shift.”
“Or I can give you a ride,” Amir offered quietly. Apparently, he could overhear our conversation, and it didn’t surprise me at all that he was being helpful.
“Who was that?” My dad questioned curiously. Apparently, he could hear everything too.
“Oh, um, that’s Amir,” I replied as my cheeks flushed, even though Dad couldn’t see me.
“Amir? The handsome cop you’re over the moon for? No wonder you were too busy for my texts!” I’d called my Dad after my accident, and had filled him in on everything that had happened, including meeting Amir. At his words, I hid my face, feeling its heat beneath my fingers. Daddy chuckled quietly and peeled my hand away before kissing my hot cheek. “Since he’s there with you, invite him to dinner. I need to meet this fella.”
My dad and I were very different. While I was reserved and a little shy, he was forward and confident. He didn’t know a stranger. “Oh, um…I’m not sure he’d want to come.” I looked at Daddy and gave him a pained smile. I knew it was a lot, and soon. I understood if he wasn’t comfortable with the meeting just yet.
“I’d love to,” Amir answered loudly enough for both of us to hear.
“Great. Well, I’ll let you two get back to it, and I’ll see you both at six.” The call cut off and I looked nervously at Amir.
"Are you sure you want to meet my dad? I'll understand if it's too much too soon; I can call him back."
"As long as you're okay with it, I'd love to meet him." He squeezed me closer and added, "It doesn't feel too fast to me. Relationships like ours tend to move quicker than others. If we're comfortable, who cares what's considered normal?"
He had a point; Daddy/little relationships could move quickly because of the amount of trust and care that built rapidly. Besides, if I was concerned about "normal", I wouldn't have slept with a diaper and binky.