This time, I didn’t have to put his arms around me.
I wriggled against him, just enough to express my happiness.
“Thank you for that, too, Paul. Thank you so much for trusting me.”
That earned me a gentle hug.
It was peaceful, pleasant. I allowed myself to relax, my body flowing into his, molding myself against him. It’d never been this way for me before; I was finding that I liked it a great deal.
I liked the way his hand was moving over my hair with soft, fond strokes. I liked his skin against mine, liked the sound of his breathing, liked his warmth, the way his chest felt under my fingertips. It brought a new level of contentment to me.
“Sam,” he began.
“Mmm?”
He paused as I shifted to lie on top of him. My hands slid down to either side of his chest, my breasts flattened against his chest.
His hands came up, held me around my waist and I smiled happily.
I smiled again as I felt a soft touch at my hip, well away from his hands. This was entirely new to me and my eyes opened wide. I wasn’t objecting, mind.
I felt ready now. I inhaled deeply, held it with the joy of discovery.
I lifted, raised my lips towards him – and jumped at the sound of a loud knock at the door.
The door opened a crack. Devon’s voice came through from the hall. Paul suddenly looked petrified.
“Daddy?”
“Um, I’m not dressed, Devon.”
“I’m coming in, Daddy. You and Sam have ten seconds to cover up.”
I rolled off him, came to rest under his arm. He yanked up the duvet to our noses, leaving us looking like something out of a British sitcom.
The door opened. To my relief, Devon’s face was calm, almost serene. She kept her gaze averted from us and I could sense Paul relax slightly. In her hands was a tray with two cups of coffee. She walked to his side of the bed, set a cup down on the side table, then around to my side with the second cup.
She paused by the door on her way out and for the first time looked her father in the eyes.
“I’m doing it this way so that you can’t try to pretend, Daddy — not to me, not to Sam and not even to yourself.”
She looked down, bent over and picked my discarded nightie off the floor. She contemplated it for a moment then looked back and forth at us in bed before setting the flimsy thing down on a chair.
“I love you both. Breakfast is in half an hour.”
With that, the door closed behind her.
+
What followed was, to say the least, a bit difficult.
Much to my regret, Paul had been too embarrassed to share his en suite shower. I’d used the main bathroom, skipped washing my hair and still beat him to the kitchen.
Devon’s eyebrows rose as I entered the kitchen.
“So?”
“So, nothing. Devon, like I said, we just cuddled.”