Downhill

11

After the hot tub and some food, we tried to watch some TV but were both too tired. Plus, I was terribly nervous to sleep in Jacob's bed.

As he leaned forward to grab the remote to turn off the TV, I turned towards him, his arm still around my shoulder. He leaned back and faced me. "What's up?" He asked.

I fiddled with my fingers as I tried to muster some bravery. "Um. So sleeping tonight..."

He smiled. "Yes, in my bed. And I have to warn you, angel, that there are some rules for my bed, too. The hot tub is topless, but my bed is no clothing. It was clothing optional, but rules change with inhabitants."

I'm sure I looked surprised. Or at least worried. "So, both of us..."

He tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear and cupped my cheek. "Yes, baby. Daddy plans to fuck that tight pussy tonight."

I rubbed my cheek against his hand like a kitten. "Really daddy?" This seemed so surreal.

"Mmhm. Do you want that? Do you want daddy to fuck you?"

"God yes, daddy," I groaned as he smirked at my obvious desire.

"Good girl. Now, let's go up."

I nodded and he took my hand to lead me up the stairs. I loved how touchy-feely he could be. It made me feel cared for. Even if just for the few days we had left.

At his door, he told me to go brush my teeth and 'whatever women do to get ready for bed' in my own suite. It was actually a relief to get a few moments to disconnect from him and refocus. This entire experience was wonderful but overwhelming. Unlike anything I've done before.

I decided to put on some pajamas for the trip to his bedroom. My modesty wouldn't allow me to walk through the corridors naked. I gave a slight knock and slowly opened his door.

He came out of the bathroom topless with his toothbrush in his cheek and a mouth full of toothpaste. It made me giggle a bit at the sight. He gave a gesture which indicated he was not pleased with my PJ clad appearance.

"You don't like?" I asked looked down my body at the oversized flannel pants and matching top. "But I'll be cold otherwise."

He turned back to the sink and emptied his mouth, rinsing the residue. When he turned back toward me, he was wiping his face and taking in my outfit.

"I believe the dress code does not include..." he plucked at the top button of my shirt, opening it to the top swells of my breasts. "Comfy pajamas."

I looked down at his joggers that remained on. My finger rimmed the waistband, touching the soft skin of his lower abdominals. I raised my eyes back up to his own. "Or sweats?"

He softly hummed a noise that seemed to express a frustrated pleasure. He stilled my finger and brought my arm behind me, closing the distance between our bodies. "No sweats, but I want a show before they come off."

I tilted up my smile into a sly smirk. "You want me to do a striptease?"

"Mmhm," he agreed as his other hand skimmed up my throat and applied some pressure. "Please me."

The words heated my nerve endings like miniature firecrackers exploding over my skin. "Then have a seat, daddy." I gently pushed him away and toward the made bed.

He sat on the edge with his hands on the mattress behind him, leaning back. Although he looked relaxed, I could see the hard ridge of his cock imprinted on his joggers.

I had never done anything like this before. How to make this sexy was beyond my skill set. So I began with slowly removing my bottoms, allowing my hips to circle. When they were to my knees, I turned to the side, leaned forward and arched my back allowing gravity to take them to my feet as I shook my ass a little.