Page 87 of Daddies' Holiday Toy
He’s stretched out on his stomach, one arm bent under the pillow, the other hanging lazily off the edge of the bed. The sheets are twisted low around his hips, leaving the broad plane of his back exposed.
I can see the slow rise and fall of it, each breath deep and even.
For a moment, I just stand there taking him in.
There’s something disarming about seeing Jack like this, unguarded and quiet.
No sharp remarks, no folded arms or hard stare that makes me feel like I’m being judged.
Just him.
But the thing is, I don’t want to wait for this conversation.
Not for another hour while waiting for him to wake up, not another day when we’ll be heading home, never to see each other again.
If I leave now, I’m giving him the chance to dodge me again.
I close the door softly behind me, sealing us in together.
My bare feet carry me toward the bed, each step pulling me deeper into the warm, quiet bubble of his space.
He shifts in his sleep, rolling over onto his back and letting out a deep sigh.
Without overthinking, I slip under the covers.
The heat of his body envelopes me instantly.
I press myself against his side, feeling the solid line of his frame. My hand finds the flat plane of his stomach, hot under my touch.
I let my fingers trace along the faint ridges of muscle before drifting lower, testing how close I can get before he pulls away.
He stirs again, a low sound rumbling from deep in his chest, and it makes the fine hairs on my arms lift.
But he doesn’t open his eyes.
If anything, he shifts just slightly toward me, like his body knows I’m there before his mind catches up.
When my fingers curl around his cock, he stiffens instantly. The slow, even rhythm of his breathing hitches.
It’s like his body knows exactly what’s happening before his mind is fully awake.
In that hazy, half-asleep place, he moves without thought instinctively, letting out another low, rough groan that rumbles through his chest.
The next thing I know his weight shifts, his hands bracing at my sides as he rolls me onto my back.
The sheets slide down his body, slotting himself between my thighs, so I can feel every inch of him pressing close.
I gasp when he drags that thick length along my panties, the slow glide of him over my center making my breath stutter.
I reach down, slipping my fingers under the band of my panties, tugging them to the side just in time to catch him on his next slow thrust forward.
His arms cage me in, his chest brushing mine as he keeps me trapped beneath him, cocooned in his warmth and weight.
The first real push of his cock against my entrance steals my breath entirely.
It’s not quite inside, but god it’s so fucking close. Just the blunt head nudging at me has a moan breaking from my lips, my hips lifting into him without thought.
He moves slow, like his body’s still waking up but doesn’t want to lose the dream just yet.
