Page 88 of A Daddy for Bear
“Well, I can’t sleep all dirty like this. You made a mess, and you need to clean it up, baby boy.”
I reached over to tickle his side, and he squeaked and scrambled up. Then something a little bit wicked came over his expression and I couldn’t wait to see what he was up to.
Slowly, making eye contact, he leaned down and licked some of the cum off my skin.
I laughed. “Baby boy, are you playing again?”
“Uh-huh, Daddy,” he said and licked again, then made a face. “Oh yuck, the oil is nasty!”
I hid my face in the pillow and laughed again.
He grumbled and smacked me on the ass when he got up. “You’re a meanie.”
I lifted my head and looked at him. “Hey, watch it, little boy. If anyone’s getting spanked here, it’s gonna be you.” He slid off the bed, likely to go get something to clean me up with. “And don’t you roll your eyes at me,” I called after him.
I could hear his giggle from the hallway.
Smiling, I let my body sink back into the bedding. I’d let Bear worry about getting the covers from under me. Making him happy, giving him a release, had turned me back into a lethargic blob. I’d do anything for my boy, my submissive, my lover. The man I was going to propose to when we’d go to Ireland for his niece’s christening soon.
I was ready to sleep again, and I barely registered as Bear cleaned me up and then grunted as he manhandled me to fix the covers.
Eventually, he climbed into bed and turned off the bedside table light. I did my best to turn to my side and kind of made it.
He attached himself to me like a limpet, wrapping his limbs around me from behind.
“It’s okay, Daddy. I’ll be the big spoon tonight,” he whispered into my ear.
I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.
