Page 18 of Lakeside Little
“I can usually last longer,” he said, kissing me.
“I think that’s what I’m supposed to say.”
“You already said you were sensitive.” He rubbed himself on me, mopping up my cum with his body hair. “I’m gonna need to go rinse off quickly, even if I really want to sleep with you all over me like that.”
“You can,” I told him.
He shook his head. “I wouldn’t be a good Daddy if I let either of us go to sleep all dirty. You wait right there.”
I waited about five minutes, struggling to get comfortable. He walked into the bedroom with a towel around his waist and a cloth in his other hand. He cleaned my stomach and chest, cock, and ass before helping me into my pajamas, right there as I laid in bed, letting him baby me.
“Princess treatment,” he said, kissing my forehead.
A giggle came out. He knew what that did to me.
8. DIEGO
There was a sweetness to the air the following morning, and the subsequent mornings afterwards, which we experienced at his cabin because my bed was no adequate for the princess treatment he was so deserving of, and I agreed.
We didn’t spend much time at mine once we were physically intimate, and that didn’t bother me at all because I knew how much he needed to be around his dolls and his space. It didn’t mean I wasn’t at my cabin on the odd occasion when he was filming content.
I’d formed a quick habit of making him breakfast in bed, and after a search of the online forums and blogs, I’d discovered plenty of things I could do to give him that little space treatment that had him behaving like a good boy without any warning of his sass.
Saturday morning, I’d woke early, made the fluffiest pancakes ever, which were decorated to look like faces with blueberries for the mouth, local honey as the hair, sliced bananas as the nose and eyes. I made myself an identical plate and a very strong coffee, today, we were headed out to the craft fair they were holding in town.
The smell of the coffee alone had Jack coming out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he dragged a small blue rag of a blanket with him. That was something else I’d learned about too late, and another reason his night of sleep at my cabin was awful.
“I’m still so -eepy,” he said in a yawn as he slouched into the seat at the table. “Did you make me a coffee?” He asked, looking at the two place settings and cups of coffee.
I was busy at the fridge, shaking the whipped cream can. “Yep, yours is the one with creamer, mine is black, no sugar,don’t taste it, it’ll take all your sweetness away.” I squirted a little taster shot of cream in my mouth. “This one is full.” I brought it over to the table.
“Mhm, I’ll have some please.” He turned his plate around. “More hair.”
“You want me to turn it into a lion?”
He perked up. “Please!”
I was getting much better at making pancakes now. The first one still had to be trashed, but other than that, the rest of them were edible, and even when they were a little burned on the bottoms, Jack gave me compliments. It felt like we’d known each other for years and been together for just as long.
“I think today will be fun,” he said.
“Me too.”
“It might give you an idea of things to make that you can sell,” he said.
We’d talked about the potential of myself going into business and selling furniture, going off the idea the guys had thrown to me. I knew neither of them would’ve offered me work, especially since they were both more than capable, but I really didn’t want to leave this place, at least not while the sun continued to shine and the fish were plenty.
“Alternatively, I think my idea was a good one,” he added.
“But I don’t know if there’s a market for it,” I said.
“People want doll houses, and not those plastic bullshit ones.”
“Language,” I said, it was something that came about naturally, pulling him on his word choice, especially when we were playing our roles, and while he was still in his dinosaur covered pajamas, we were in our roles.
He giggled. “Sowee. But the plastic words are poop.”
Tilting my head, I nodded. “An acceptable word choice,” I laughed. “And yes, they are awful. Once they break, it’s basically the death of them.”
