Page 109 of Santa Daddies
There was that deep chuckle again.
“You’re talking in your sleep, babygirl, open your eyes.”
With the touch of a hand on my cheek, my brain finally caught on. Sure, I could have a masculine side, but she sure as hell did not come with actual fingers that could stroke across my face. Cracking one eye open, I saw the arm attached to the body was definitely not mine. Muscles flexed as his fingers moved and I smiled.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, babygirl. How are you feeling?”
I took a moment to take a survey of my body. Muscles felt mushy and I ached in all the right places. Smiling, I opened both eyes. “I feel as squishy as a marshmallow. So much so that I could swear I can smell chocolate.”
His laugh was as soothing as his touch as he slid his hands beneath me and pulled me up to sit on his lap. It wasn’t until I felt my ass settle on his thighs that I realized that somewhere between singing with the angels and conversing withMs.Snarky, I’d lost my clothing.
“I’m nakey.”
“God, you’re too cute. Yes, you are but since I’m also nakey, it’s okay.” He adjusted me slightly and slipped an arm around my waist to hold me in place as he leaned slightly to his side to pick up something off his nightstand.
“You remembered!”
“I did,” he confirmed as he straightened, the mug he’d reached for held in his hand. “Granted, we sort of went off script for a bit?—”
“A bit? I’d say it was far more than a bit, but it’s really great as now we have another memory of a first.”
“How do you mean?”
I smiled and gestured to his body and then mine. “We might be in our birthday suits now, but this was the first time we’ve ever made love while both of us are completely clothed. I mean, we didn’t even remove our shoes!”
He grinned. “Yeah, that was new but you’re forgetting one thing.”
“What?”
“Only one of us keptalltheir clothes on. You, young lady, lost your undies.”
I felt my face flush at the memory of him ripping them off. “I’d say that you owed me a pair, but that was really hot.”
He chuckled. “It was indeed. And speaking of hot, back to this”—he held up the mug—“just as you remembered the snow that fell that night, I remembered sharing a mug of hot cocoa before we went to sleep.”
Love swirled through me, and I felt tears welling. “You do know you’re the most amazing man in the world, right?”
He chuckled, but I pressed a hand against his chest where his heart beat beneath the surface. “No, I mean it. You are so much more than you think. Not only to me, but to so many people. You are always telling me how great I am, but I forget to tell you that if I am great, it is partly due to you. Your love has helped me become the woman I am today so while I said thank you before without being awake, I want to say it again. Thank you, Austin James Carey for being you. And for being my Daddy Dom who has made so many wonderful memories to share with me. I love you, Santa Daddy.”
He didn’t laugh or shrug this time. Simply pressed his forehead to mine. “Thank you. I love you too, my sweet, funny,extraordinary elf.” He pulled back and kissed the tip of my nose. “Be careful, it’s still a bit hot.”
When he attempted to bring the mug to my lips, I shook my head. “I can hold it.” His eyebrow quirked and I saw into the past when it had done the exact same thing when I’d made the same claim the first time I’d been in his bed. I smiled and nodded.
“Take a sip and if you spill, don’t worry. After all, as you said, you’re nakey.”
I almost did spill it when I giggled as he pressed the mug to my lips but managed to take a sip. My eyes closed again, not in sleep but in pleasure. This wasn’t any cocoa made from an envelope or a canister. This was rich and delicious in a way that only came when one shaved actual chocolate from a bar into milk slowly heating until the cocoa was at that perfect temperature.
“Open.”
This time when I obeyed, it wasn’t to accept his cock, but to take a bite of the huge marshmallow he plucked off the top of the cocoa. My eyes widened at the taste of the gooey sweetness, the softness accompanied by the slightest crunch. “Peppermint!” When his brow furrowed, I laughed. “You taste.”
“I believe I did.” He waggled his eyebrows and the gleam in his eyes had me flushing.
“Not me, Santa Daddy, the marshmallow. It tastes pepperminty.”
He laughed and nodded. “Of course it does, babygirl, you’ve been sprinkling candy dust everywhere you go.”
