Wet lips brushed the side of my head, drawing me out of my sleep. I recognized the soft feel of them, their gentle touch. Daddy was home.
“How are you baby girl?”
I smiled and snuggled back into my pillow, not quite ready to give up the peaceful sleep I had been in. “Good,” I mewed. The heavy bed sheet on top of me lifted up and pulled back, exposing my shoulder to the afternoon chill.
“Good.” Daddy’s voice was thicker than usual, rough and gravely. More of the blanket came off, revealing my breasts and the dip of my waist. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” My hip was uncovered now. “What are you doing?”
Daddy’s hot breath rolled over my skin. “I told you,” he spoke into my flesh. “I missed you.”
“Stop it Daddy.” I tried to put some frustration in my voice, but it just came out playful. Darn it. I wasn’t ready for Daddy to come home yet. I just woke up. I was still sleepy. I hadn’t showered. In another hour I would be all ready, but right now? I just wanted to go back to sleep.