Page 14 of Teaching His Babygirl

She chews her bottom lip but nods in agreement. “Yeah, I think so too. Just…”

“I know. You want to keep things to ourselves, and we will… for now,” I qualify so she knows that hiding isn’t something I want to do but something I’m doing for her peace of mind.

“For now,” she agrees.

“Now, let’s get out of here. There’s a bath waiting with your name on it.”

She gives me a confused look. “Where exactly are we going?”

“My house. If I only get the weekend with you, I want every minute I can get.”

Surprisingly enough, she doesn’t argue, just follows me to the parking lot and my truck. I help her in, and she asks about her car. I let her know we will get it tomorrow and that I’m not ready to have her out of my sight yet. She seems appeased by my statement. I have a feeling she doesn’t want to be away from me either. It feels like the spell between us might break, and neither of us is prepared for that.

Thankfully it’s a quick drive to my place because, within a couple minutes, Darlene is nodding off. By the time I pull into my garage, she’s asleep. I lift her from the truck, and she sleepily wraps her arms around my neck. I carry her to the bedroom and lay her out on my bed before going to the bathroom and running her a bath.

She whines that she’s tired when I strip her from her clothes, but she moans contentedly when I put her in the hot water of the bath. She sinks into the bubbles happily, laying her head back on the lip of the tub. I carefully wash her clean, taking my time to massage out any tension in her muscles. She’s nothing but a pliant, wet woman when I finish. Her eyes are half-closed when I lift her from the tub and dry her.

I once again carry her to bed and pull back the blankets. She crawls in without a single protest. I strip and take a quick shower, then wrap my body around hers, letting sleep take me.

* * *

When I wake up,Darlene is still fast asleep. I carefully disentangle her from around me and pull on a pair of gray sweatpants. I quietly close the bedroom door and start making breakfast. I’m flipping the last pancake when I hear the bedroom door open. She walks into the kitchen, wearing one of my shirts, and my dick is instantly hard.

Fuck she looks like sin in my clothes. I want to rip my t-shirt off her body and fuck her right here on the counter, breakfast be damned. She closes the distance between us, and I’m slightly shocked that she wraps her arms around my middle and hugs me to her curvy frame. I return the hug, pulling her close. She tilts her face up and looks at me with a sultry smile.

“Morning, daddy.”

I press my lips to hers, giving her a brief kiss. She tries to deepen it, but I pull away, knowing that if I kiss her any more than a quick peck, I’ll have her pinned to the counter fucking her like my cock wants.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty. Did you sleep well?”

“Mm… very.”

I press another quick kiss to her lips. “Good. I made breakfast.”

She peeks around me and smiles when she sees the pile of pancakes and bacon. “My favorite! How’d you know?”

I chuckle. “Good guess. What little girl doesn’t like pancakes? And it takes a monster to not like bacon. And you’re no monster.”

Darlene lets out a little growl. “I could be a monster,” she says playfully, nipping at my shoulder.

“My fierce little monster. I do apologize.”

She laughs a full belly laugh. “You’re forgiven for the oversight. Thank goodness this monster loves bacon.”

I make her a plate and pour her a glass of juice. I set her place at the table, but when I sit down, she crawls into my lap instead. My cock throbs under her ass as she wriggles into a comfortable position.

I laugh when she pushes my plate to the side and pulls hers into place. “Comfortable?”

She turns and smirks at me, giving her bottom another little wiggle. “Very,” she says, then tucks into her food.

After breakfast, we both take a quick shower and make plans for the day. Since she’s new to the city, I decide to take her to the art museum. She wanders from painting to painting, getting more excited as she goes.

“Look at this one!” she says animatedly. “The colors and the brush strokes… You can practically feel what the artist felt when he painted it. I can feel his yearning for the woman in the painting. He must’ve loved her very much.”

I make a humming sound in agreement, thinking I’m starting to know how he felt because even though it’s been such a short time since I met Darlene, she’s already asserted herself into my heart. I can’t imagine a life without her in it. I should be scared at feeling this depth of emotion so quickly, but I can’t seem to find the fear. I feel nothing but excitement and desire.

I follow her through the whole museum, loving her enthusiasm. She shares her thoughts on just about every painting, even the ones she doesn’t like. I love how happy she is, and it pleases me that I was able to do this with her. Seeing her in her element is a sight to behold for sure. I can’t wait to see her work. I can tell just from her excitement that she’s got a great eye, and I can imagine how brilliantly that translates to her own art.

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