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“It won’t hurt me, Daddy. It helps me feel better. Please?”
“Like a human weighted blanket?”
“Yes, like that. I feel like all the pieces of me are going to break off and fly in different directions.”
He’d used a weighted blanket before in the military. Making a mental note to order her one, he pushed to his knees and positioned himself on top of her. “Promise me you’ll tell me if I am too heavy, babygirl.”
She almost smiled. “I will, Daddy.”
Carefully, he lowered his weight onto her. He braced his body on his forearms and knees, trying to find the amount of pressure that would make her feel secure without causing her harm.
He stayed that way for as long as she wanted. Once she felt more centered, he slid to the side and pulled her into his arms, her back to his front. “Can you tell Daddy what your dream was about?”
Drawing in a breath that was still too shaky for him, she told him about her nightmare.
“It was the same one I always have. I’m home by myself when I hear a noise outside. Then, all of a sudden, a whole army of prison guards breaks in. Th-they storm into the house, shouting they’re there to take me back to prison. And that this time I won’t be getting out.”
Her breathing sped up, so he stopped her. “I think I get the idea, babygirl. I’m so sorry you had such a bad dream.”
Actually, he felt like shit. There was no way her nightmare, at least this time, hadn’t been triggered by their talks that day. How could he not have realized reliving the past might trigger a nightmare? They’d plagued him for months after every covert op he’d gone on with the CIA. Hell, they still did sometimes.
“Can I stay here and hold you until you fall back asleep?” If she said no, he’d probably sleep on the floor at the end of her bed.
“I want you to stay with me, Daddy. I feel better now, but I never go back to sleep after a nightmare. It’s okay if you go back to sleep. I don’t even know what time it is.”
It was one o’clock in the morning. Way too early for her to stay awake.
“I’ll stay awake for you, Half-Pint. You can sleep, and I’ll keep watch over you. How’s that?”
After a pause, she said, “I’ll try, Daddy. But I’m feeling even less sleepy than usual.”
“I get it. But try for Daddy, okay?”
Nodding, she wiggled closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around her chest.
It took about two minutes for him to realize his mistake. Her ass pressed against his cock. And every time she moved to get more comfortable, his cock responded.
And she shifted and wriggled to get comfortable a lot.
“Half-Pint, I need you to try to lie still. You can’t fall asleep when you're squirming.”
“I know, Daddy. But my squirmies are activated. I’m trying to make them go away, but I can’t.” She sounded… tense, but not the way she had been earlier.
It was then he realized how hard his Little girl’s nipples were. He also understood now what squirmies were. His Little girl was aroused.
“Daddy,” she said as she rolled her head. “I feel… I just… I can’t…”
“I know, babygirl,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Let Daddy help.”
He grabbed a handful of her curls and pulled them away from her neck. Then he ran his tongue from the corner of her jaw down her neck.
God, he loved the noises she made.
Rolling her to her back, he continued to explore. He licked across her collarbone and pressed kisses on the hollow at the base of her throat. He loved that her pulse sped up the lower his tongue traveled.
His mouth trailed down the center of her chest as far as her silky top would allow. Unwilling to stop at such a thin barrier, he ran his lips to one pert nipple, latching on and sucking it into his mouth, raking his teeth across the sensitive nub.
“Arms up, little girl,” he all but growled, no longer willing to have anything separating her flesh from him.
