Chapter 8

"What do you think?" Deke asked his Little girl as he led her through the garage entrance and into the kitchen.

She wandered deeper into the great room and spun around. "I like it. It's very warm and inviting."

"I'm glad you like it. I hope you'll start spending more and more time here." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss. He'd kissed her dozens of times today, but he couldn't help himself. He liked being close to her, holding her, and the way her eyes glazed over every time he kissed her.

He was serious about wanting her in his home. If he had his way and didn't think it would scare her off, he would go pack up her clothes and move her into his house right now today. But he didn't think she was ready for that.

"Ready to see the rest of the house?"

She swallowed. "Yes."

He knew she was nervous, and he couldn't blame her. He was throwing a lot at her in a short time. She hadn't had a nursery before. It was reasonable that it might take her some time to adjust to having her own nursery and letting herself be more vulnerable with him.

He pointed out his home office and a guest room before he pushed open the door to the master bedroom and led her into his space.

"Nice," she said softly as she looked around. "Your bed is so high off the floor."

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and rocked her back and forth, kissing her neck. "Don't worry. You won't fall off. I'll put you in the center and hold you in my arms. If you need, I can also put a pile of pillows on your other side so you don't fall in the night."

She giggled. "I don't think I'll fall off the bed, Daddy. I'm just not sure I can even get up there. I'll need a stool," she joked, and then she gasped and covered her mouth.

"What?"

She lowered her hand. "I can't believe we're talking about me sleeping in your bed. That's so premature."

"I don't think it's premature. I'm ready to have you in my bed as soon as you're comfortable with the idea." He turned her in his arms and met her gaze, wanting to have her full attention. Cupping her face, he said, "Maya, you're mine. I'm so certain that I want everything with you. I would never pressure you, especially to have sex, but I'd love it if you started sleeping here."

"Now? You mean like tonight?" Her eyes were wide.

He shrugged, trying not to make it seem like it was a big deal. "If you're ready. You could sleep in your nursery if you're not ready to sleep in Daddy's bed. In the long run, I'd rather you use your crib for naps and sleep with Daddy at night, but when you're ready. In addition, even when you do decide to sleep in Daddy's bed, it doesn't have to mean that we'll have sex. That can wait until you're certain."

"Crib?" Her voice squeaked.

He smiled. "It's a nursery. All nurseries have cribs." He released her to take her hand and guided her to the closed door on the far side of the room. "Ready?"

She looked a bit pale.

He opened the door and set a palm on her lower back to encourage her to step inside.

Maya gasped. "Oh… Wow… You do have a crib." She wandered in farther and slowly spun around while he watched her closely. "That's…"

"A changing table," he supplied. "Sometimes you'll want Daddy to take care of all your needs, Precious Girl," he reminded her. He'd mentioned this fact before, but there was a good chance she hadn't fully processed his meaning.

She shuffled away from him, closer to the changing table. "You want me to wear diapers?"

"Sometimes." He watched as she did the two things he'd grown to realize indicated she was aroused—she shivered as she squeezed her legs together. She also reached out and drew a finger along the edge of a diaper.

Finally, she turned away from the changing table and headed for the toy box. "You did all of this since we met?"

"Yep." He picked up the paint swatches he'd set on the top of the dresser and brought them to her, fanning them out. "I even got paint samples so you can help me decide what colors would be best for the walls."

She met his gaze. She was trembling. They were on the edge of something huge, and Deke wasn't certain which way it might tip. He even crossed his fingers behind his back as he waited for her to say something else.

She stared at him, shifted her gaze to the paint swatches, and then scanned the entire room again. When she returned her attention to him, she drew in a deep breath and threw herself into his arms.

Deke's chest loosened up as he caught his girl and lifted her off the floor to spin her around, holding her by the waist. He started kissing her, too, all over her face until she giggled. Finally, he set her back on her feet, cupped her cheeks, and gave her the deepest kiss they'd shared so far.

Angling his head to one side, he slid his tongue along her lips and then into her sweet mouth. She met him with her tongue, and they started a dance that had them both moaning into each other.

Deke had never been so happy in his entire life. He'd found his Little girl, and she was pleased. That was all that mattered. The rest would come.

"Daddy, will you make love to me?" she asked when he lifted his lips from hers.

"Let's go back to Daddy's bed, Little girl," Deke urged and scooped her up into his arms. He thoroughly enjoyed her squeal of surprise as she threw her arms around his neck to hold on. Before she could protest that she was too heavy or could walk, he captured her mouth and kissed her.

Maya responded eagerly as he walked quickly back to the main bedroom, negotiating the route by memory. Deke loved the feel of her curvy body in his arms. She was a delightful armful.

When he reached the large bed, he lowered her slowly, sliding her body against his. There wasn't an inch of that endeavor that he didn't enjoy. As her feet touched the carpet, Deke lifted his head to look down at her.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, Little girl?"

"I've never been more sure," she whispered.

"I'm glad." Deke ran his hands down her arms to grasp the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. He smoothed his hands over her bare skin and loved the feel of her rounded curves. "You are so beautiful, Precious Girl."

"I'm nothing…"

"New rule. You are not to say anything bad about yourself. Do you know what I see as I unwrap the best present I've ever gotten?"

"There are a lot of rules."

"There are. And this one is designed to help you appreciate yourself. I love your body and can't wait to see every inch of it."

"Not every inch," she protested.

"Every fraction of an inch," he commented as he unfastened her bra and eased it away from her full breasts.

She shivered when he couldn't resist pausing a second to scan over her beautiful form. Quickly, he tossed away her bra and pressed a hungry kiss to her lips, reassuring her how much he wanted her. Deke cupped her breasts and kneaded the weighty globes in his hands. Her breathy gasps went straight to his cock.

After adjusting himself in his suddenly too tight pants, Deke slid his hands into her stretchy pants and cupped her bottom. Hauling her close to him, he rubbed himself against her and felt her freeze.

"I'll fit," he assured her.

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely. And you're going to love every inch."

"Deke!" she protested.

"Daddy," he corrected as he whisked her panties and leggings down her legs, leaving her bare.

Before she could protest, he lifted her to sit on the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, Deke stripped off the garments as well as her socks and shoes. Tossing those to the side, he stroked his hands up her calves.

"I didn't shave. Sorry!" she apologized as she squirmed away from his touch. Her movements bounced her breasts, attracting his attention instantly.

"Precious Girl, I don't care if I can braid your leg hair," he growled, rising from kneeling next to the bed to stand.

Deke reached a hand over his head to strip off his shirt. He planned to stuff something, but it wasn't inanimate. "Scoot back to the pillows," he instructed as he unfastened his belt and pulled it out of the loops. The heat in her eyes clued him in that he would need to treat her to some leather bondage soon. Not this time.

Forcing himself to file those plans away for another time, Deke slid a hand down his bulging pants to protect his erection as he pulled the zipper down. Her gasp when he pushed them over his hips made one corner of his mouth tilt up. He toed his shoes off and stepped out of the material, pausing to tug off his socks. Finally, he stood and pushed his boxer briefs to the floor.

When he started to lower his hands to the mattress to crawl forward to her, Maya blurted, "Stop!"

Feeling his heart crash into the pit of his stomach, Deke stood up. "Precious Girl, you're okay."

"I'm way better than okay. I just wanted to memorize that visual image," she said, turning bright red as she waved toward him.

Enchanted and relieved by her request, Deke allowed her to look at him. He could almost feel her gaze moving over his chest and down over his abs. Thanking every moment he'd spent in the gym, he allowed her to look her fill. When her view zeroed in on his thick shaft, he felt as if she'd touched him physically.

Unable to resist her allure, he moved toward her. Her eyes rose to lock with his. He could read the heat, anticipation, and a glimmer of apprehension. Reaching behind her head, he grabbed her two braids and tugged them down, making her head tilt. Deke held her captive as he pressed his mouth to hers to ease his hunger for her.

When he lifted his lips from her, she mentioned conversationally, "I love braids."

"Me, too," he assured her, tugging at both of them again before dropping to one forearm next to the pillow. Leaning to the side, he scanned her body spread out like a magnificent buffet for a starving man. "Damn, Little girl. I need a taste."

Deke leaned forward to press his mouth against the curve of her neck and nibbled down the collarbone. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders. He could feel the bite of her nails into his skin and didn't care at all if she left her mark on him. Actually, he decided to love any love marks she bestowed on him.

He shifted, leaning more of his weight on her pelvis so he could hold her in place. Deke kissed a path to her breasts, cupping one full globe as he teased her nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb before closing his mouth around the taut peak.

When Maya arched her back, silently asking for more, he increased the suction, drawing a moan from her lips. Loving the heated response, he drew his head back until her tight bud popped from his lips and her breast jiggled delectably back into place. Repeating his caresses on the other side, Deke knew he was already addicted to her unpracticed reactions. There was nothing artificial or contrived about Maya.

Stroking down the center of her torso, he heard her inhale sharply as she pulled her tummy in as flat as possible. He pinched her slightly, ruining her plot.

"Ouch!"

He could hear in her voice that she was more startled than hurt. "I want the real you, Maya. Not what you think I want. I love your curves."

She met his gaze fully and studied him before nodding. "Okay."

"Good girl."

Repeating his gesture, Deke was glad to see she took a much smaller breath in. He could feel the quivers under her skin as she fought herself not to pull her tummy in as his fingers stroked over her abdomen. "So beautiful. Spread your legs, Maya."

Slowly, she followed his directions, and Deke traced her cleft lightly. Juices coated her skin. Unable to resist, he lifted a fingertip to his lips. "I knew I needed a taste," he told her before opening his mouth.

Her lower jaw dropped open at his deliberate motion. She had so much to learn. He vowed there and then to teach her everything. "Delicious."

Her pupils dilated as she focused totally on him as he scooped up a bit more and this time coated her lips. "Taste yourself, Maya."

This time their groans blended together when the tip of her pink tongue peeked out of her mouth to swirl over her lips. He watched the heat shining from her eyes boost another notch.

When he stroked her again, he explored her sweet pussy. Tracing the opening, he pressed two fingers inside and felt the tight channel stretch to accommodate him. He would need to enter her slowly to give her time to adjust. Scissoring those inserted digits, he coaxed her body to relax.

"I'm too small, aren't I?" she fretted.

"You are absolutely perfect. I can't wait to feel you gripping my cock. It's going to feel so good to both of us," he promised as he stroked his thumb across her clit.

Maya spread her legs a bit wider in a wordless invitation that Deke was pleased to take advantage of. He curled his fingers inside her, searching for her most responsive spots. Her eyes glazed over as her hand dropped to his bicep and she squeezed his arm tightly.

"Let go, Precious Girl."

With a scream, she exploded around his fingers. As he gentled his touch, Deke kissed her tenderly.

She blinked open bliss-filled eyes and whispered, "Is there more?"

"Oh, yeah." He smiled at her as he reached over to the nightstand to grab a condom. He continued watching her blissful face as he rolled it on and lowered to situate himself between her legs.

Maya's hands came to his shoulders.

"Are you ready to take Daddy completely, Precious Girl?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm ready."

Deke held her gaze as he eased into her tight channel.

Maya pursed her lips for a moment, but eventually released them as a moan escaped.

Heart racing, Deke pushed the rest of the way into her tight warmth. He wasn't going to last long, but watching his girl's face as he made love to her for the first time was heaven.

Maya was panting as he eased out and back in deeper. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. "Daddy…" Her tone was all he needed to hear to know she was pleased. "I had no idea…" she murmured.

Deke gritted his teeth as he thrust in and out a few more times before he could no longer hold back. When he came, his moans filled the room.

He had definitely found his perfect Little girl. Maya was his everything.