I wake and you're not in bed next to me. You must be in the office downstairs. I rise slowly, checking my phone for daily updates and to-do's before removing my body from the covers encapsulating me in last night's slumber. I feel a stirring from inside me, I know it's too early to feel the baby kicking so I try to dismiss it. I take the internal nudge to call my doctor for an appointment. We book for next Tuesday and I patter downstairs for a cup of coffee. It's getting difficult to wean my body away from my usual half pot as well as my nightly glass of wine, but there's some motivation in my heart driving me to do what I know is best for me and the baby. I smile as I reach the kitchen, pour a mugful, and sit silently just taking in the snow around our home. I decide I'll sit in the lounge and read for a while, I do, but soon get distracted thinking I should be reading baby books instead. I do some exhaustive research on my phone and place a Prime order for some "educational material."
"Baby is that you?" I hear your voice echo down the hall.
"In here." I call out.
I rise to wrap my arms around you seeing you've poked your head in the doorway.
"Didn't want to say good morning? Are you alright?" You look puzzled.
"I'm fine." I reassure "Just didn't want to disturb you." I answer.
"How sweet of you." You kiss me delicately.
"How's your morning going Daddy?" I ask, my arms still around you.
"Productive." You smile. "I have to get back soon, just wanted to say hello to you and the little one." You pat my middle gently.
"Of course Daddy." I smile.
You leave the lounge and I pick up my book for another few chapters. I end up finishing it and then bound upstairs to get ready for the rest of my day. I shower, dress in jeans and a long t-shirt to do some organizing of the guest room downstairs. I have big plans to convert it into the nursery. I pack away books and knick knacks into boxes, place extra coats into the hall closet and empty the chest of drawers of extra sheets. It's a quick effort and soon all that's left is the furniture. I smile remembering the night of chocolate cake and the incredible love-making we had that night. I laugh to myself and am suddenly craving chocolate cake. Since I can't move the furniture by myself, I decided to retire my project and go to the kitchen to bake my desired chocolate cake. I put on some Christmas music to keep some festive company and compile the wet and dry ingredients.
"Mmmm baby what smells so divine?" You ask, now in the kitchen with your hands on my hips.
"Chocolate cake." I grin sheepishly.
"Sounds delightful. Is this the kind of cake to be frosted and eaten off that gorgeous body of yours?"
"Oh yes Daddy. There is no other way. Can I make you lunch?"
"I'd love that." You say pulling me in for a kiss, slipping your tongue in my mouth.
I decide to prepare salads and sandwiches for us, something simple and light. We eat slowly, your hand hovering over my thigh underneath the island lighting.
"Elena. I think I have a bigger appetite." You say rubbing my calf.
"Can I get you something else Daddy?" I ask, awaiting a response to be chips, fruit or a cookie.
"I'd like you. One of the pleasures of working from home is I can have you anytime I'd like"
"Oh Daddy..." I blush instinctively.
"Come now Angel. Daddy's hungry."
You lay me on the bed and your hands travel my cheek to my chest, squeezing softly as you kiss me. You begin working your way down my body until you get to my pussy and gently push in two fingers. I arch my body, biting my lip, and moaning at how good the sensation feels. In and out you pleasure me, keeping your eyes locked on my petite frame writhing underneath your touch.
"Daddy's getting you ready for me Elena."
"Oh?"
"You heard me baby." You whisper as I bite my lip. Ready for what? I think
I notice you retrieve a black vibrator from the night stand.
"Remember this?"
"Yes Daddy I do."
The toy buzzes and vibrates against my lower lips, achingly close to my clit. It's so hard to sit still.
"Easy there." You pin my hands above me using your other hand.
"Daddy!" I squeal.
"Oh yes, I know who good it feels to keep you wanting more." You whisper darkly. You swirl the toy against me and pull away. Swirl and pull away, swirl and pull away, swirl and pull away until I'm screaming for you to end the teasery.
"Do you want to come this way Elena?" You shower me with kisses, still holding the vibrator close enough to have me on edge with no relief.
"Yyyyes" I stammer.
"Good. Not yet."
"Daddy no!" I protest.
