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“Good girl. You didn't have any pajamas here last night. I didn't think your clothes would be comfortable to sleep in, so I undressed you when I tucked you in.”
Trying to sort my memories from last night into reality and fantasy wasn’t easy. How was it that I had zero images of us getting back to the hotel room? I wanted to stomp my foot when I realized I’d been so tired I’d completely missed out on the getting tucked in experience. Writing the caring way that Daddy took care of and tucked his girl in at night was my favorite. You didn’t get to experience those gentle intimate actions when your only experience was in a club.
Then when I finally found someone who wanted to be with me outside a single scene, I slept through the good parts.
The brush of his thumb against my lower lip startled me. “Why are you pouting? I’m sorry if I overstepped, but you were too tired to make sense. Would you have preferred if I had put you in one of my t-shirts?”
The idea of being wrapped up in one of his shirts made me shiver in anticipation. “I'd love to wear one of your shirts. I wasn’t pouting. I was sad I didn’t remember you tucking me in. But sleeping naked is good too.”
His deep chuckle wrapped around me and I swayed toward him.
“I can’t help that my Little girl was too tired to enjoy bedtime. I promise to make sure you get lots of naps in the future so you can be awake enough to remember every moment we’re together.”
“Thank you?” I wanted to be polite, but I didn’t like the direction his thoughts were going. Naps weren’t fun so I never took one. Though being tired sucked pretty hard too. I didn’t care about the crazy logic behind those two ideas, I didn’t want to nap. Especially if it meant I’d miss even a minute of time I could be with Gabriel. Besides, my life was so crazy busy that there was no way he would find time during the day to make me sleep.
“You’re welcome. Let's wash your hands, princess.” Gabriel leaned forward and placed a light kiss against my lips. He maneuvered me so that I was between him and the sink.
I'd written the scene many times but the reality of it was more powerful than any words I'd ever put together. The connection between us was like a heatwave against my skin. The reflection of us in the fancy giant mirror above the sink was an image I wish I could have captured. His large body framed mine as he guided my hands to the water.
I’d always imagined that it would be sweet. Something I wanted to experience but it wasn’t in the top ten of my fantasies. This was so much more. It was intimate and loving but my thoughts were so far from sweet it wasn’t funny. As he pumped soap onto my hands, my core clenched with desire. It was as if his hands were touching me everywhere.
Though the water was warm a shiver ran through me. With his hot skin against my back and his hard cock pressing into my spine it was as if I was enveloped by him. Safe, pampered, it was so sexy that I was getting wet in a way that had nothing to do with the sink.
“Daddy.” The word was a moan as I leaned back into him, my nipples tightening.
Gabriel's eyes flared with desire in the reflection and he turned off the water. “Yes, princess?”
He dried my hands with a washcloth. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm the need quickly building in my core. We stared at each other in the mirror, and I watched as he slowly ran his fingers up my arm then out across my chest and my breasts, tracing gentle circles around my nipples. Sparks of pleasure shot straight to my core.
I was a woman of words but every last one of them escaped me as I lost myself to the pleasure of the moment. He moved with a slowness that was gentle torture. I both wanted to spend all day pressed against his warm skin and scream in frustration. A painful jolt of pleasure shot like lightning down my spine as he pinched my nipples in a way that was too much yet not enough.
My gasp was loud in the tiled room. He leaned down and nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck.
His voice rumbled just under my ear. “What do you want, Alyssa?”
Five words. One question. But I had no idea how to answer. My brain tumbled over and cartwheeled as thousands of thoughts fought for supremacy. I wanted him. I wanted this fantasy. I wanted him to take me bent over at the sink. No, carry me and toss me onto the bed. Should he cherish me or ravish me? Could I have both?
How many of my ideas could we try in a single day? This was why Daddies were supposed to be in charge. I wanted every single one of them to happen. What I didn't want was to think about reality or responsibility. How was I supposed to choose?
“I want to taste you, Daddy.” I think I was as surprised as he was when those words popped out of my mouth. But as soon as I’d said them, it was all I could think about.
One of Gabriel's hands slid off my breast and ran slowly up my chest. It traced across my neck, then chin until his thumb teased my lips. I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue across his finger. He tasted clean with a slightly bitter bite from the soap we’d just used, but I didn't care. As I explored the texture of his skin, it faded and all I could taste was him.
His finger pressed down against my tongue and something inside me relaxed. Who could have imagined what a dominant act something so simple could be. I closed my eyes, losing myself into the peaceful sensations of having my lips wrapped around him. Would his cock feel like this? What would he taste like?
The rumble in his chest was almost a growl as it vibrated against my back. His cock pulsed against my spine as I sucked harder as if he too was picturing my mouth in a very different place.
“Does my Little girl like having things in her mouth?”
The way he said it made me blush, but I couldn’t deny the truth of his statement. I nodded my head, not wanting to stop or admit it out loud.
“I’ll let you play, little girl, but I want a taste of you as well.”
The squeak of surprise I gave as he scooped me off the floor turned into a moan as he carried me into the bedroom. My mind was racing as I took in his words but before I could fully come to terms with what he was suggesting he was tossing me onto the bed. With a light bounce I settled onto the comforter.
My mouth went dry as he crawled toward me across the mattress. “I want you to sit on my face, princess.”
He wanted me to what? My mind skipped a beat as I tried to process what he was asking for. It wasn't that I hadn't heard of people doing that. Heck I'd read about and written it more times than I like to think, but I'd never actually done it. Was it really a thing? Like for real?
