“Wonderful, baby.” He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “You’re messy.” He drags me to him, licking and kissing his cum away.
I shiver in delight. Next time, I’ll have to get even messier.
I settle beside him, my head on his shoulder, stroking his furry chest. “I had fun too, Daddy.”
He holds me close. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll reward you.”
“With sex?”
“Yes, baby.”
I dry hump his side a couple of times. “I can’t wait. Although…”
“What?”
“I keep thinking about how you made me relax on the plane.”
“You want me to cover you with a blanket and stroke your hand?”
I laugh. “Not exactly. I was so relaxed because there was nothing but you. I couldn’t see anything or hear anything. I couldn’t move. There was only you, stroking my hand. I want to experience that during sex. I want my only sensation to be you, fucking me.” I press my face against his shoulder to hide the warmth building in my cheeks. “Is that silly, Daddy?”
“No, baby. You want me to restrain you?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“And blindfold you?”
I bite my lower lip and nod against his shoulder. Excitement builds up inside me, making my stomach flutter, and my cock ache.
“And make it so you can’t hear?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Just feel.”
I whimper.
“Feel only me.”
I groan.
“Deep inside you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fucking you.”
I whine. “Yes, Daddy.”
“You trust me enough to do all of that?”
I lift my head and stare into his eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
How could I not? He took care of me for eight hours. He could have got grumpy last night when I was too tired for sex—plenty of guys would have—but he didn’t. He’s patient, kind, and wonderful.
“I’ve been restrained before,” I tell him. “And blindfolded.”
He smiles. “I’m sure you have. We’ll need safe words. I willnottake away your ability to speak.”
