We both sigh when he finally cups them, his big hands fully covering my flesh. He rolls his thumbs over my slick mounds, finding my nipples and teasing them to hard, tight diamonds. Over and over again he rolls and flicks and pulls, and in between returning to kneading my soft swells with that same possessive grip that made me so wet last night.

His attention stokes a new kind of heat inside me, a slow, sizzling burn type of desire. One that doesn’t feel like it’s going to flame white hot and explode imminently, but I might carry it with me all day.

And when I finally realize that I’m moaning quietly, it’s only because he covers my mouth gently with his fingers.

“Be a quiet girl for Daddy,” he whispers. “I’m going to wash your sweet little pussy next.”

I press my lips together and turn my head, pushing my face into his neck as one of his hands glides down my quivering belly.

His fingers gently trace the shape of me, from the outside at first, both lips, then nudging in, carefully wiping away any residue from the two times he came inside me last night.

“Fuck a Christmas baby into my baby.”

I shudder.

“Sensitive?” he murmurs. Against my back, his cock throbs. He likes that.

“Yes,” I whisper. But I don’t just mean physically. I’m so desperately in love with this man that I don’t want anything between us, and yet we haven’t had a proper conversation about the future.

Because I’m so sensitive, I’m terrified that he might not want everything I want.

He said he does.

Yes, in pieces. Not in whole parts. Not everything, all at once. And I can’t expect him to be a mind reader, so I’ll need to put on my big girl panties and have a real conversation with him.

After Christmas.

After this magical week.

“Do you want to come? Daddy can be extra gentle.”

“Ahhh…” I rock against his fingers.

“Your little clit pulsing against my hand…that’s so hot, baby.”

“Nnnggg.” I whine and thrash, and he whispers filthy things in ear until I explode, splashing water everywhere.

Once I recover, I twist in his arms and straddle him, finding his erection under the water. I lean forward and kiss him as I stroke him firmly. His cock pulses in my hand.

“Not gonna last long with your pretty little hand on me,” he says, his voice tinged with desperation. “Want to cover your tits with come.”

“Yeah?” I lift back, sliding off his lap and between his legs. His thighs float up in the water, resting over my hips, and now my breasts are at exactly the right level and his cock juts out of the water.