Page 137 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Her orgasm triggered Elliot’s. “Fuck, Tyler, I’m going to…” I took him down and swallowed his release.
“Fuck.” He and I spoke in unison as soon as I’d swallowed.
“Thank you, that was amazing,” Elliot said.
Tinsley climbed from him and laid back against the pillows. We followed her and snuggled together—a sweaty, happy pile of arms and limbs.
Elliot
“Do you guys needa talk ‘bout it?” Tinsley was the first to speak after the aftereffects of our orgasms wore off.
“Talk about what, little one?”
“You giving each other the Gluck-Gluck 3000.”
Tyler barked out a laugh and I did too. I swear this Little girl was going to be the death of us.
I looked over her head at Tyler. “Thank you for giving me and allowing me to give you pleasure.”
“Ditto,” he answered, reaching over and taking my hand.
“Very romantic,” Tinsley said. “And very hot.”
I tickled her belly and kissed her forehead before reaching over and kissing Tyler’s mouth.
“Best ‘cation ever.”
“I agree, Teenie. I agree.”
“Me too,” I added.
Peeking into the bathroom, I watched the cutest display as Tyler and Tinsley played mermaids in the bath.
“Can I be this squid?” he asked.
“Is an octopus,” Tinsley answered.
“What’s the difference?”
“Two less letters and two more legs.”
Laughing at Tinsley’s sassy answer, I shook my head. “Sassy girl,” I teased.
She grinned and Tyler shot her with a squirt of water from a clam bath toy.
Shrieks filled the bathroom as did a ridiculous amount of splashing.
“Alright, my mermaids, I hate to end the party, but we need to get ready for dinner.”
“I’m a merman, a fucking manly one,” Tyler argued, climbing from the tub. He grabbed a towel and scooped Tinsley out next.
“You’re a fucking squid,” she cried with a giggle.
“I’m going to feed you to the duckies!” he teased as he tossed her over his shoulder.
He smacked his wet hand down on her butt. “Oh look, a booty bongo.” He marched around the hotel and smacked her butt at the same time. I loved them both, but I should probably double my caffeine intake to keep up with them.
“Alright, my naughty marching band, let's go. I need you in clothes now.”
