You wake early the next morning to find yourself tucked into bed snugly, but I’m not there. You rub your eyes, sitting up to look around. The bed is large and warm, the blankets soft and fluffy, you can hear a shower running from an adjacent room, the door ajar.
You slide out of bed and peek through the door to see me rinsing off under the running water. Your hands slide down between your legs, & your soft moan gives you away. “Join me if you like, little one” I call out.
Blushing, but not wasting any time, you step under the water with me, my hands stroking down from your head to your bum, arms wrapping around you, holding you close. “Did you sleep well?”, I ask, tenderly.
You nod against my chest, “Yes Daddy, thank you”.
I lift your chin with a finger, softly kissing your lips. “Let’s clean you up”, I say softly, not because you need it – but because I want to.
I turn, moving you under the warm water, admiring the way it cascades down your young, smooth curves; my cock beginning to stiffen. I smile down at you, my hand reaching to rub the water through your hair – the other grabbing the shampoo bottle.