Page 18 of Teaching His Babygirl

“Oh, yes…” I stutter, “Yes, come in. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize. I like that you enjoy what you see.”

I blush hotly and step aside, inviting him in. He takes in my place with a frown.

“Sorry, it’s kind of a mess. I wasn’t thinking when I invited you,” I say, feeling silly for having a visitor—especially Colt—with my home looking so messy and not put together.

“Why haven’t you unpacked yet?” he asks, looking at the piles of boxes.

I shrug. “I’ve been distracted… and I hate unpacking. Well, packing too… really the whole moving process stinks. I did unpack my bathroom and my studio,” I say proudly.

Colt smirks and comes closer to me until I can feel the heat of his body. I instantly come alive, desperate for his touch. My body sways towards him, wanting to close that small distance between us. Wanting to touch and be touched. Everything inside me sings whenever he’s near.

Just like at lunch today, my body responds. My nipples pebble, and my pussy heats. Just being close has me wanton and needy.

I clutch his shirt in my fists, tipping my head back and closing my eyes as I wordlessly ask for a kiss. He doesn’t leave me wanting. Colt cups my cheeks in his big hands, caressing me with his thumbs as his lips land on mine in a soul-searing kiss.

Our lips move together like we’ve kissed a million times before. His hands gently hold me to him as if I might disappear if he doesn’t. What he doesn’t realize is that I’m not going anywhere. My lips part, and Colt deepens our kiss. Our tongues dance together with him leading the way. I completely lose myself in him. The kiss goes on forever, and yet, not nearly long enough.

He pulls his lips from mine, and I gasp for breath. His arms wrap around me, holding me close. I positively melt into him, feeling content and cherished for the first time ever. No one has ever made me feel the way Colt does. He fills a hole I didn’t even realize was inside me. I should be freaked out—and to some extent, I am, but I also feel elated.

“Better now?” he quietly asks.

“Mm… much, daddy. I’m glad you’re here.”

He kisses the top of my head. “Good. I’m glad.”

He holds me for a long time, and it feels fantastic to be wrapped up in him. When he finally releases me, I feel centered in a way that only comes with a good spanking. That’s another thing that should scare me about this thing with Colt. It’s too soon to be feeling so much… isn’t it? I shake the thought off and pull him further into my apartment and give him a tour.

“Well, this is the living room and kitchen… obviously. I lead him down the hallway pointing to the bathroom and my bedroom. I bypass the studio, not sure that I want him to see what I’ve been working on lately, considering how often he’s shown up in my work recently.

“Is this your studio?” he asks, indicating the only closed door. He gives me a quizzical look and asks if he can see it. I chew on my bottom lip nervously but nod. I open the door and let him enter ahead of me.

He grunts when he sees the room for the first time, and my lip gets another bit of abuse from my teeth as I bite down on it to keep myself from asking him what he’s thinking. I choke back my words. I don’t want praise for my art. I’m confident that the paintings and sketches are good. It’s the wanting to know if he’s freaked out that I have half a dozen pieces that are nothing but him.

Colt turns and looks at me with an unreadable expression. “You did all these?”

I nod, unable to form words.

“These are…” he starts but stops and walks to the big painting in the center of the room that’s my favorite. The only thing I can’t seem to get right is the exact icy blue of his eyes… other than that, it’s perfectly him. “They’re amazing. I can’t believe you did this. Why me?”

I laugh. “Isn’t it a bit obvious?” I ask. “It seems like I’m a little obsessed with you. I promise it’s not in a creepy way. I just can’t seem to get you out of my head and whenever something is stuck in my mind,” I wave my hands around the room, indicating the images of him on the walls and easels, “it comes out in my art.”

He sweeps me off my feet and kisses me with a fierce ownership. I don’t question it. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him back just as ferociously. My back hits the wall, and I groan. Colt thrusts up against my aching pussy. My eyes roll back in my head at the sensation. Not just the physical, but the heady feeling of him wanting me so much too.

It’s intoxicating.

His hands tug at my shirt, and mine are tugging at his. Then we are skin on skin, and it’s everything. My bra falls away, and his chest hair abrades my hard nipples shooting pleasure straight to my core. Our kiss intensifies, then slows, turning into something softer… gentler. He kisses me like I’m something precious. Something that deserves to be treasured.

With a hand under my butt and one threaded through my hair, he carries me to the bedroom, never once lifting his lips from mine. I slide down his body, he holds me close, tilting my head just so to deepen our kiss even further. Our tongues dance and twirl. I reach for his jeans, quickly undoing his belt and unzipping them. I put my hand inside, rubbing his hard length behind the soft cotton of his underwear.

Colt groans into my lips, telling me how good my touch feels. With reluctance, he pulls away from my hand. “Not yet, babygirl.”

I whimper, not liking being denied. “I want to make you feel good, daddy.”

He lowers his lips to my nipple, licking the tight peak. “You do make me feel good,” he growls against my flesh.

He nips the sensitive bud, and it’s my turn to groan at the lust-inducing feeling. That little bit of pain amps up my desire, bringing my wanton self to the forefront. I thread my fingers through his hair, messing up his perfectly styled locks. Colt falls to his knees in front of me and slowly works my yoga pants and panties down my legs. I step out of them, now completely bared to him.

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