Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Oh, Daddy....

"Daddy..," I whined before he said anything, I was still standing in my place.

He walked over. "What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"Silver..my body hurts all...."

"So? Want to massage?"

"Em, if you don't mind."

"I'll do anything for you."

"Thank-"

Geez, he kissed me shamelessly in the front yard of the house and with both arms perfectly coiled around my waist.

"I'll please you" he whispered.

It's scary!

"Not in a weird sense, is it?"

Once again, he devoured my lips with anxiety. "Depends on what's going to happen later."

"She wants a massage?" I'm throbbing, tired, resigned.

"Mmm-hmm. After incandescent...."

"Can't I sleep first? And. We'd better get in first."

"Sure, exactly like that. It'll be exactly what you want, "he sounds more and more *ensual in the ear.

Oh my God, this is a different interpretation. I know it. Never mind, I resigned. He took me and brought me in.

Inside, Daddy dropped me off at the airbed - which had been unfolding in front of the television ever since. Later then...

"Oh, Dad...."

He purposely pressed me down and stared fixedly into my eyes. "We're going to spend some time here. Sleep all day. And.. exactly as you want, we better get in first."

Nope. Not a misinterpretation. He deliberately blamed his interpretation, based on his passion-filled brain. "Alright, what's important, let me sleep after this, huh? I really need a break."

"My little girl is submissive." She grinned and without delay she immediately took off all my clothes, as well as her shirt. "Come in, honey," she asked.

Oh, God, please strengthen me.

I said, face down, fold both arms under the pillow and lay my head on it. "Slow down, yeah, Daddy...."

"Just calm down, I'll do it slowly. And I guarantee you, you'll feel really good. Enjoy, Honey."

Yeah, I'll enjoy it. And...

"Eh?"

Uuuuuh. When I looked back, Daddy massaged my back with baby oil, because he knew I didn't like the smell of massage oil.

"Inadvertently, yes, pranking me?"

"Not really, I'm just following your filthy thoughts."

Again, he grinned. "O yeah?" His hand moved upwards.

"hey are. Besides, why is this polosan?"

"Because to me you're a beautiful sight."

"That's right. You're straight there...." I shake my head.

Hm....

"What does that mean?"

"Dad... Can we change the topic?"

"Yeah, sure."

"But what's the word?"

"Emm.. about your sincerity."

"Dad. Why, anyway? Why do you doubt?"

She shook her head. "No doubt," he said. "I'm just afraid you're judging me imposing a will. Moreover.. about your age that is not even eighteen."

My God, what was my attitude then?

"Honestly, honey. Do you really feel that way?"

Thudding. It doesn't taste good. But not being honest is not good either. I have to be honest, I thought. "Emm. At first yes, I feel you like that. But not anymore, really. Not yesterday either. I am happy with our marriage. Yesterday was heartwarming, I was pounding. And last night, it was a fun, wonderful first experience. Yes.. although it hurts, although tired until now, but really, I am very happy with our marriage."

"I know, but.. May I explain?"

"If it can make your heart relieved, go ahead."

"Ehm, look, I. I want you to know that I'm just afraid of the same plan. Fear of failing again."

Oh, it turns out he still has a wound.

"I'm afraid that time will betray my wait again like it used to. Like I lost the previous Kejora, I don't want to lose any more. Can you understand that? You understand, right, why am I so selfish?"

I nodded, then inched to sit and looked into her glassy eyes. "It's okay. I get it now. I'm the one who's sorry, I think that you just can't wait to have me fully. Sorry-"

"Sst. I deliberately didn't explain it at the beginning, I'm afraid you feel that our marriage is because I'm still stuck with past memories. But I swear, I love you -- I love that Kejora...."

I kissed her. "No need to explain. From birth I have received love from you. Until I die, I will only receive love from you. Only love from a Gibran Aditama. No matter what your past memories are, I am grateful that I feel loved. I feel that love is for me. Really, I'm so happy to be your wife."

With a warm smile, he snatched me into a hug. "Thank you, Kejora."

"Em," - active cheerful mode - "can you continue the massage?"

"Anything for you, Empress." Then he whispered, "Lay."

"Yes aampuuuun.your whisper horrifies me, you know...! Could not-"

"Shhhh..," she whispered again. "Sleep, Kejora. Sleep well. Don't worry, I'll wake you up in the sweetest way."

Oh my God, she's so sweet. It was so sweet that I refused to fall asleep. But I'm tired....