Little One carefully measured the coffee and pushed the filter basket in place. Early morning coffee was one of the things Little One had come to appreciate in Daddy's home. The girls at the Home never had coffee. It seemed Daddy never drank water. It was coffee in the morning, ice tea with lunch, wine with dinner and brandy in the evening. The only time Little One saw Daddy drink water was in the shower and even then, very little. Daddy would open his mouth to the spray until the water ran down his chin and then spit most of it out. Little One liked Daddy's hot tongue when he kissed her straight out of the shower. Little One poured two mugs full of coffee. Daddy's coffee was always black. Little One added sugar and cream to her cup until it was looked like cocoa. Daddy teased her and said it was the color of her bottom. She was not completely certain what he meant, but he had said it more than once.
Little One carried a mug in each hand up the stairs and heard Daddy turn off the shower as she reached the bedroom door. Little One put the coffee down on the vanity and pulled Daddy's big towel from the bar. When Daddy slid the shower door open she held the towel open for him. Daddy raised his arms and stepped into the towel as Little One draped it across his chest and patted it into Daddy's thick wet fur and buffed his chest and stomach. Little One gathered the towel in her hands and bent down to pull it between Daddy's thighs. She gently dried his scrotum and squeezed his penis through the terry cloth. It instantly started to swell in her hand. Little One laughed and bit her bottom lip. She loved to feel Daddy's cock harden in her hand. Daddy turned around and Little One raked the towel down his back and to the cleft of his ass. She looked for any reason to run her hands over Daddy's ass and try to cup his muscular cheeks in her hands. Daddy was very patient with her. Little One watched him dress every morning and insisted his shirttail was not straight. Daddy would loosen his belt and Little One would run her hands down the back of his pants to pull his shirt tight.
Daddy pulled another towel from the bar and ran it over his hair while Little One brought him his coffee. Daddy took a sip and set the mug on the vanity. He and Little One stood side by side in front of the large vanity mirror. Daddy was trying to decide if he should shave when Little One gathered her hair in her hands and raised it off her neck and shoulders.
"Daddy, do you think I should cut my hair?" she asked. "Do you like it better, short or long."
"I think you are pretty either way, Little One," he answered. Little One let her hair fall and pressed her fingers to her cheeks. She leaned forward and studied her face in the mirror and frowned.
"My nose is too big and I wish my hair was brown," she said to the mirror. She tugged at her cheeks, trying to pull her nose back. Daddy took another sip of coffee, but did not say anything. "I wish I was prettier, Daddy. Do you think I'm pretty?" Daddy looked in the mirror and watched his lips pull into a knowing smile. He put the cup down and stepped behind her. Little One looked in the mirror. She suddenly felt very small. Daddy was much taller than her. The top of her head was below his mouth. Little One's shoulders were the width of Daddy's chest. His arms showed on both sides of her. Daddy put his hands on Little One's neck and pulled her hair off her shoulders. Little One looked back in the mirror to see Daddy's warm eyes looking over her head. His fingers ran under her chin and raised her head just a little.
"Smile for me, Little One," he said, keeping his eyes firmly on her reflected eyes. She looked puzzled. His smile became a little warmer and he leaned closer to her. His voice was a little lower when he said, "Smile for me, Little One. Smile for Daddy." Little One felt her face get hot. She could see a pink flush moving up from her collar across her cheeks. Sometimes Daddy's voice did that to her. She did not really know why, but when Daddy spoke low and soft she would blush and feel her pussy moisten. Little One lowered her head, but kept her eyes on Daddy in the mirror. She could not help but smile. Daddy's fingers felt so good in her hair and his eyes made her feel warm all over. Little One smiled and made a little laugh. Now Daddy's smile was bigger too.
"When you smile like that, Little One, I think you are the prettiest thing in the world." Daddy said and gathered her hair and pulled it to the top of her head. "It doesn't matter how long your hair is. Your hair is so dark and beautiful. When its long, there is more beautiful hair, and when it's short, I can see your smooth white shoulders and neck. Your eyes hold me when I look into them and I can't look at anything else until you say something and your lips move." Daddy put his finger on Little One's bottom lip and pulled her mouth open. "These lips are the last thing I taste at night and the first thing I taste in the morning." Little One's tongue darted out across his fingernail. Daddy's hands slipped back across her shoulders, over her shoulder blades and under her arms to cup her breasts. Little One's nipples hardened at his touch.
"Your hands make me feel good, Daddy," Little One whispered. She leaned back to press against Daddy's chest. Daddy rolled her nipples between his fingers.
"Does that make you feel good?" he asked.
