Page 35 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“I don’t have to,” I answer. We’re playing this weird game of vague answers and thrown back questions.
“Let’s go upstairs then,” he says. That doesn’t answer my question. He could be taking me to my room or to his room. I won’t know until we get to the second floor.
Nash removes himself from me, and I look down to see my lingerie in filmy tatters. I lean over to pick them up, but Nash stops me.
“Leave them. It’ll be taken care of tomorrow.” I stand back up, a little surprised. I forgot that I’m supposed to be Nash’s lady of leisure. I guess that means not doing any work.
That’ll take some getting used to.
“Okay,” I answer. My dress is thrown on the ground, and I have an urge to pick it up and hang it, but I don’t, doing my best to casually walk past it.
But what this means is heading upstairs completely nude, with all my assets out. My breasts bounce, and my skin is flushed from his loving. Of course, Nash is totally confident even though he doesn’t have any clothes on either. I get to look at his immaculate ass while he leads me to whichever bedroom I’ll be spending the night in.
I just hope Brenda has left by now. I might be ready to wander around nearly nude for Nash, but Brenda is another story.Shedoesn’t get to see me in my birthday suit.
We get upstairs. My room is one way, and Nash’s is the other. We’re standing there on the landing, not making a decision.
“Come on,” he says, motioning towards his bedroom. I guess that gives me my answer. I follow him down the wall, glancing at his butt the entire way.
I ball my hands into fists, so I don’t just reach out and squeeze his cheeks. They’re so muscular and sculpted. This man must do a lot of exercise to keep them that way.
We head into Nash’s room, and it is just as gorgeous as I remember. The furnishings and decorations are to die for, with the huge king-size bed and the heavy, expensive-looking dresser and armoire.
But that’s not what I’m focused on.
Nash is by the bed, the covers open for me. With a delighted smile, I jump in and snuggle under the covers, and Nash comes in right afterwards. We turn and face one another, not touching, but staring at one another. His eyes are so blue that they’re almost black, like incredible pools of mystery. His features are straight and handsome, and I could die looking at him.
But it doesn’t take long for my eyes to start fluttering closed. I try to keep them open because Nash isn’t showing any signs of being sleepy, but I can’t fight the warm waves of relaxation.
Less than five minutes later, my eyes are closed and staying closed. I feel a hand softly stroke my face before pulling away, and I smile gently.
And then I’m asleep.
11
Nellie
Two Weeks Later.
Nash had to leave a little earlier for work than usual this morning. He told me the night before about having to get ready for a very important meeting. I pouted about spending less time together, but it’s fine. It’s just one morning.
Of course, that didn’t keep him from waking me up with his glorious morning wood.
He wrapped his hands around me and whispered in my ear, “Are you awake?” The gravelly bass of his voice reverberated down to my pussy. Even if I’m not awake, it’s always enough to excite me out of my sleep.
This morning, Nash had me on all fours, taking me from behind. I love that position because my man has taken a fancy to slapping my behind as he penetrates me, and I’ve taken to liking it.
His strong fingers gripped my hips, keeping a steady rhythm as he pounded in and out of me over and over again. My toes curl at the thought.
But Nash couldn’t stay for breakfast. He didn’t tell me much about what this meeting is about, but I can tell it’s super important. He’s been preparing for it with Colt for days. While I’m a stay-at-home plaything, Nash has to finance our lifestyle, so he works hard each day, which I appreciate. His effort allows me to wear barely-there bikinis while lounging by the pool on a random weekday, while sipping cocktails. It’s nice.
But I knew today was going to be stressful, so I sent him a picture of myself in the lounge chair with the triangle of my bikini bottom pulled aside so that my fleshy pink lips were exposed. I was hoping to help with any tension he might be feeling. The text he sent back was one telling me not to be a tease, or I’ll regret it. I don’t know what that means, but I’m excited to find out.
“Good morning, Nellie,” a female voice sounds. I open my eyes and see Brenda coming out to the pool with a lemonade.
“Hi, Brenda,” I smile, sitting up. I use my hand to shield my face. The sun has been beating down on me all morning and it has me feeling rather lazy. I already finished the water I brought out and was starting to get thirsty again, but I didn’t want to get back up.
It was a real dilemma.
