Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

The Sweet Morning

I was awakened by the sound of my cell phone alarm ringing every four o'clock in the morning. Awkwardly, I rested on both elbows and looked at the wall clock. Right, it's four o'clock. The room in my room was still bright because I, as well as Daddy, fell asleep immediately after making love in the second half which made our energy drained. However, the sweet smell of sweat and passion was still left in the air.

Already not as much as I had when I first woke up, I managed to sit quickly, then looked down at the man who was asleep beside me. Realize how handsome he looks, and how dashing and mighty he is when we make love. He was even more handsome than when he woke up, because in his sleep, he looked relaxed. I wondered what that man was like as a child. She must be so cute and adorable.

Sleepily, I stretched my body. Scared to fall back asleep, I slipped away from Daddy's slender, warm body, forcing myself out of bed.

In order not to wake Daddy up, I walked across the room, my bare feet stepping silently. I took my bathrobe and change of clothes, then rushed to the bathroom. After coming out of the bathroom, yawning I turned again towards Daddy, and thought silly - I wanted to repeat the warmth in the bed with him.

Honey, this is not the time. I have to get out of the room and go to the kitchen, I have to stay committed to my responsibilities with the kitchen: making sure the ingredients are healthy for Oma and to Daddy's taste. However, the time I took to shower made me lose quickly. Oma, Aunt Sum, and Mommy Rani were already busy there.

"Good morning, Mrs Gibran...."

"Mommy...." I snorted at him, ashamed.

"Uuuh. How was his first night? How many rounds, honey?"

"Rani..," Oma said. "Gesrekmu mbok ya reduced, Ran... Ran. Pity the newlyweds until they blush so."

Oma chuckles. "No need to ask. Just seeing how he walked, we can tell how tired he is."

Their laughter broke. By pretending to scowl I helped prepare the dishes on the table for breakfast, then made tea and prepared some toppings such as crackers, shredded, and boiled eggs. That morning Oma made porridge, while Mom Rani was frying chicken for suwir-suwir. No more work after that, I immediately went back to the room.

My God, Daddy must be so exhausted. He's still asleep. Gently, I lowered my head to kiss her cheek. It was morning, I had to wake her up.

But, despite being kissed, Daddy still did not move. Very gently, I was* her earlobe and bit her lightly. Feeling that, Daddy's eyes shook open, he blinked and looked at me. Then, almost then and there, her face broke into a beautiful sleepy smile.

"Good morning, Mrs Gibran," she whispered, her voice still thick with sleepiness.

I grin. "Good morning, Husband.." I cried out while -- playing -- flicked the blanket, then chuckled. I managed to avenge his prank that highlighted my innocent body last night.

"Based on a naughty little girl," he growled. He rose in one beautiful gesture and got me in his grasp. Clutching my wrist, Daddy pulled me closer, then dragged me to the bed. When he managed to make me lie down, Daddy crawled straight over my body and then overstressed me with all his weight. "You're not satisfied yet."

Huh! Forgive me, my ringsek was made. My husband is a mighty man.