Page 20 of Daddy It's Cold Outside
“I do. Now let’s get inside and light that fire. I have a vision of you naked on a bear skin rug.”
“Eww, gross, Daddy. I don’t want to do it on a dead animal.”
I couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in response to her expression. “Listen to that.”
“What? Is it a wild animal?” Antonia’s eyes grew wide as she scuttled under my protective arm.
“No, babygirl, just listen.”
“I don’t hear anything,” she whispered.
“Exactly right. Nothing but the gentle sound of wind in the trees. Just you and me, a cabin in the snowy woods… just like you asked for.”
She grinned up at me and seeing the light back in her eyes made my heart swell.
“Come on, let’s go check out our remote paradise for the week.”
The place was surprisingly warm when we entered, but I shouldn’t have been surprised. This was no rustic cabin but a full-scale chalet with all the modern conveniences.
After unpacking and putting away our items, we perused the pantry and fridge. “Daddy, there is a lot of beer here.”
“There is, let’s try this one.” I pulled out two bottles ofSoothing Helenlager and brought them to the living room.
“Come here, my little stowaway.”
I drew Antonia down onto the thick rug, not bear skin much to her delight, and handed her a bottle.
“Cheers, love of my life.”
Antonia smiled shyly and held up her bottle. “Cheers, love of my life,” she mimicked.
My cock instantly hardened when she wrapped her lips around the bottle. Soon that would be my member in her mouth instead of that glass bottle. Watching her swallow was the icing on the cake and I imagined that was my seed pumping down her throat.
“If you pull any harder on that lager, I may get jealous,” I joked.
Antonia pulled the bottle from between her lips. “I can’t help it, Daddy. This is really good. Try it.”
I took a tug onSoothing Helenand Antonia was right, it was excellent. I made a new file in my head, noting I needed to talk more about the blend with Atticus, and then I let the thoughts about our hosts and their beer drift away.
The time had arrived for me to worship my babygirl and show her just how much I loved her.
“Take your shirt off.”
Antonia rose to her knees and slowly removed the shirt. Her pink nipples were clearly visible through her lacy white bra.
“Now the jeans.”
She stood to her feet and unbuttoned her pants, taking her time with the zipper and spreading the two sides as far apart as she could so I could see she wore no panties. We had an agreement in place since the start she only wore underwear when I asked, otherwise, I preferred her panty free.
“Shimmy out of those, babygirl.”
She stood in front of me encased in only her warm wooly socks and her bra. Having lived in Tahiti since we met, I’d never seen her feet wrapped in anything before and there was something sexy about the way her long hair hung over her shoulder. With her fuzzy socks, she looked so young.
“Bra. Take it off.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Her glistening folds told me Antonia was enjoying the game. “Wait there.” I hustled into the bedroom and grabbed a flannel shirt from the closet and came back to the living room. “Put this on.”
