Patrick usually just handed me toys before getting the washcloth ready, but this time, he started taking off his own clothes.
I grinned and looked at him with a hopeful gaze. "Daddy?"
"Scoot forward, sweetheart." Daddy climbed into the tub behind me and then gently pulled me back against him with his legs on either side of mine.
"Oh." I rested my head on his shoulder as he cocooned me in his arms. "This is nice."
"Mmm." Daddy kissed my ear and then cheek and jaw before he reached for the washcloth and soap.
I just breathed him in as he lathered up the towel and ran it across my chest. His touch was methodical and soothing, washing away the stress of the day along with the dirt and rogue honey spots.
"I want to be close to you tonight, baby." He worked his way down my arms, gently massaging my skin as he cleaned.
When he reached my tummy, I squirmed and giggled.
"Does that tickle?" He dragged his fingertips across my pelvis, making me arch out of the water.
"Yes, Daddy. Tickles!"
He chuckled and moved lower, washing as far down as he could reach because I wasn’t about to move out of his grasp. Daddy’s palm slid over my chest and his fingers brushed my nipples.
I shivered despite the warm water and exhaled contentedly.
"Feel good?"
I nodded, unable to form words.
Patrick's hands continued their exploration until his fingers finally closed around my hardening cock. "Does this feel good?" His lips found my neck and pressed soft kisses there.
"So good, Daddy. I love it."
He stroked me slowly, gripping me with the exact right amount of pressure and his rhythm unhurried. His hard cock pressed against my lower back, thick and insistent. "You're so beautiful like this, baby." His voice was low in my ear and made my balls tighten. "So perfect for Daddy."
I rocked into his hand as water sloshed around us. His free hand came up to tilt my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck. Daddy sucked my skin between his teeth, making me groan.
"Mark me, Daddy." I pressed against his cock, hoping it might accidently slide right into me even though he wasn’t at the right angle at all. “I want to come with your mouth on me.”
He licked across my skin and stroked me faster. "Let go, baby. I've got you."
I came with a soft grunt as pleasure washed over me as fully as the bathwater.
Daddy held me through it, and his hand continued working me until I was trembling against him. "Good boy," he murmured and kissed my temple. "Such a good boy for Daddy."
I turned in his arms and carefully straddled his lap. The water had cooled slightly, but I didn't want to get out yet. I just needed to be closer to him. "Let me take care of you, Daddy." I wrapped my hand around his cock and pulled on it up and down the way he liked.
His head fell back against the tub, and his eyes closed. "Sweetheart..."
I kissed along his jaw and down to his chest. My breath hitched when I saw a bead of milk appear at the tip of his nipple. Without thinking, I lowered my head and licked it away.
But one drop was never enough, so I pulled his nipple against my tongue and sucked until delicious milk was spraying into my mouth.
Patrick groaned and his hips jerked up into my hand. The combination of my mouth on him, and my slippery fingers hand on his dick drove him over the edge. He came with a shudder and shot a creamy ribbon into the water.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me with our foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air.
Who knew there was room for bathtime to get even better, but he did it. Daddy made everything better. "I love you, Daddy."
Patrick smiled and cupped my face in his hands. "I love you too, sweetheart. So much."
