Winding Down Wet

Coming home from a stressful day. The first thing on my list is showering.

I present myself at the door, exhausted and sad. I drop my bag immediately, and set my shoes aside.

I wouldn't say this is walking... More like wobbling towards the shower, in our room.

You catch me midway.

"Darling?" You ask concerned, raising your right eyebrow at me.

"Mhmh," I say with my mouth almost closed; I don't even have the strength for that.

"Shower?" You ask, sweetly.

"Mh."

You're not wasting any time and I'm getting picked up, princess style, with your strong arms. My feet are bumping into walls, but I don't really care.

"Oh shit! Sorry cutie, I didn't notice I was bumping you on the door frames!"

"Mh", I mumble while nuzzling my nose in your collarbone.

We get to the bathroom and you sit me on the toilet. I stand up and start taking my clothes off, but you swat my hands away with a playful slap.

"Babygirl, let me fully take care of you."

You're sliding my shirt off my head, then caressing my shoulders. Next, you unclasp my bra, letting my boobs bounce slightly. Next, your hands reach the hem of my jeans, carefully guiding them down.

You place a few kisses on my thighs and one on my stomach.

Then, your fingers grab the sides of my panties and swiftly pull them down. I step out of both garments.

I didn't notice you turning the water on to heat up, but I'm glad you did. I shuffle in and stand under the warm water, taking in the soft sensations.

You step in, guiding my body to spin so that we're face to face. Kind of, since there's 30 centimetres between us, but still.

I walk into your embrace and lean my whole weight on you, resting my cheek on your chest. I feel so cozy and so little. I'm also so tired I could just sit right here.

As I'm thinking, my body takes over and slides down, and I end up sitting in the middle of our shower plate.

I scoot over in the most unsexy way and wrap around your leg, resting my face on your lower thigh.

I give in to the tiredness and almost fall asleep right there.

Your soft touch is what keeps me awake.

Your rough hands shampooing my scalp, your expert fingers massaging in my conditioner. All of this puts my mind at ease but also awakens some sort of feeling in my stomach.

"Can you stand up?"I reach my hands up like a baby, pouting. You scoff, but then you reach down and help me stand; so sweet.

"I'm almost done washing you up, okay? Be good." The last part of your sentence is firmer, but I really couldn't care.

Your soapy hands are running all over my body, caressing my back and shoulders; going over my tummy; going up to my breasts, where you're being particularly meticulous; then, to my hips and legs. You even make me lift my feet and I try not to squirm too much.

Finally, you grab my hips with one hand and lower your other one to my privates. Your touch is light, almost too light. You're making sure I'm completely clean, but I can't help but moan a little.

"Be serious, pet. We gotta clean you before bed." As you say that, your index presses particularly well on my clit, and my knees buckle a bit.

"Okay! We're done!" I let out an unsatisfied sigh and get out of the shower, just to be wrapped in the warmest and coziest towel.

"I'll wash my hair, too. Head over to the bed, baby. I'll be there in one sec."

"Yes, daddy." You give me a smirk as I walk away.

I plop down on the bed and look at the ceiling for what seems like an eternity. I don't want to fall asleep; I want your cuddles.

Finally, you reach the bedroom and head over to the dresser. You find a black piece of underwear and wear it.

I have the opportunity to admire how handsome and sexy you are, and how your back muscles flex in movement.

You lie on the bed and signal me to come over. I don't need to be told twice, and I literally lounge towards you.

While my head is lying on your bicep and I'm starting to close my eyes, I feel your hands caressing closer and closer, almost there.

Your index and middle fingers start to slide softly along my slit. There are only a few seconds before a wet sound echoes the room.

Your movements are everlastingly unforeseeable. Every time I move my hips, you change them.

I'm getting needy; I'm getting twitchy and whiny.

"Please, daddy!!" It is more of a whine than a request.

"Come on!!"

Indeed, what I get in response is a slap and another one. Making my princess parts even more sensitive.

You grab my face with your free hand, squeezing my cheeks to the point where my mouth is all scrunched up.

"I am touching you for my pleasure. Now, you stop whining, and you let me enjoy my things. Understood? I don't want to hear any whines or requests. You're welcome to moan, but only because your Daddy likes it." Your voice is stern.

If I didn't know you so well, I'd be scared.

"I want both your hands on my arm, here. Yes, just above your head. Good girl."

"Don't let go until I tell you to."

I hate these voluntary bonds. It's like I have to remember so many things. And also what if it gets too much and I need to push your hands away? I guess that's what you want.

Your hand has been moving the whole time.

Nevertheless, after your last word, two fingers slide in. You're scooping up my juices with those and spreading them all around, inside and outside.

Now, you're fucking me with your fingers. The wet sounds of before were just mere appetizers to what you're producing now. In fact, I can feel the wetness on both my thighs.

"Fuuck. Please, Daddy!"

"What did I say?"

"I'm sorry. Ahh"

My legs are shaking, my abdomen is completely clenched, and warm tears are running down my cheeks.

You continue until you're satisfied or until I'm completely undone. We both have sweat on our foreheads and liquids all over.

I chuckle at the sight and look up."Shower?"

"Not yet, baby, not yet."

"Not yet? But! But I'm all sticky!" I say complaining.

"And you're about to be even more sticky, darling." You're grinning, and I don't like when you grin like that.

With one swift movement, you roll me onto my stomach. My head is spinning from the fast movement, but my attention is quickly drawn back by a series of strong smacks on my buttcheeks.

"Ouch! Hey! Rude! Stop!"

"Shut. That. Pretty. Cumhole. Now." You say, firm; so firmly that my mouth becomes sealed.

"Okay, sorry. What's the color, honeybee? I was very into your beautiful bosom. Tell me"

"Still green, Daddy. Thank you for asking. I'm sorry if I called you rude."

"That's okay, darling. It just means this beauty is going to be a shade darker than I planned." A smile adorns your mouth.

I lay my pink face on the cushions, occasionally woken up by the sudden finger fucking of my... Of your pussy.

My ass is a nice shade of red when you're moving, positioning yourself behind me. Teasing my embarrassingly wet pussy with the head of your cock. I feel so desperate.

You're feeling my hole pulling you in during every stroke. I wish I could move towards it, but I was told to stay still.

"Daddy..."

"Mhmh. Use your words, pet." You say while still teasing me with your delicious rod.

"Daddy, can you please fuck your hole? Can you please use me for your pleasure? Can you please? Just please."

"Aw, see that it wasn't so hard? Look at you, so desperate. So horny..."

Is this what mock sympathy is? I wonder.

"Of course. Since you asked so politely."

Now the teasing has turned into ramming. My body bounces back and forth with your movements.

My moans turn into loud whimpers.

"Yes, daddy! Fuck, your dick feels so good like this!"

"Darling, my dick feels so good, always. Every time it's filling these pretty holes of yours."

I'm always surprised by how clearly you manage to talk even when you're balls deep in me.

"Now, let's make this pussy wetter. Yes?"

"Do you want your daddy to fill that pretty pussy? Is that what you want?"

"Yes! Yes, please, please, Daddy."

"Good girl. Good girls get what they need."

Your rhythm is scary. Your strokes are not super fast, but they're deep. My whole body is quivering, and my muscles are milking your cock before it even starts to cum.

But it does, it starts, and there's so much. Lovely spurts fill me up, and you keep cumming on my butt and back. Your grunts and breath are loud.

After a few seconds, you scratch the back of my thigh with your nails. Then pick up your finger and slide it in my sore hole. You're scooping up some of your cum from inside me, and now you're painting my back with it.

Finally, content with your designs, you clean your finger on my cheek; almost reaching the corner of my mouth, and say.

"God, you look too good like this, baby. All wet with our juices; all sticky with my cum."

"You're staying right there. I'm going to go shower and I'll take care of the sheets tomorrow morning. I want you to have my reminder all over you for tonight."

"It will remind you that you're Daddy's to use and pleasure as he wants. Now, try to sleep, my little princess. Sweet dreams"

"Nighty, night"

My head was already buried in the pillows. It didn't take me that long to fall asleep, considering that I was warm, stuffed and happy.