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It's just…I'm too warm and cuddly to be turned on right now. The room smells of pine, ginger, cloves, and orange—it's like inhaling Christmas, a holiday for snuggling.
    "You're being awfully obstinate this morning." His warm, rumbling morning voice tickles my neck as a hand creeps up my stomach to cup my boobs. I'd worry that he's irritated if it wasn’t for the grin I hear in his tone. "Are you denying Daddy the chance to show his little girl how much he loves her?"
    Against my will, my body heats up and a smile threatens to surface. "Maybe Daddy loves her so much that he'll let her sleep in?" I stiffen myself into a stick as I stretch an d groan and yawn. "Mmm…let's stay here all day."
    He chuckles sleepily and rolls me onto my back. "As tempting as that sounds…" His eyes follow the path of his hand trailing down my tummy. "And believe me, it's tempting." He gives my forehead a kiss. His breath is minty and fresh, I note. Has he been up already? "We have brunch downstairs in a couple hours, dinner tonight, then that gift lottery or whatever your family calls it." Next he kisses my nose. "But—" then my cheeks "—I'm sure we'll have plenty of time under the covers."
    I hope so. There's nothing better than this right here.
    I'm glad we've all agreed to have some alone time with our immediate family today. Those with kids want to celebrate in private as well, and…let's face it, it would be financially impossible to buy gifts for each family member. That’s why we have our little game at dinner. Everyone has pitched in ten dollars, and a few women, Gramma Ida included, have been in charge of buying ten fairly lavish gifts. It's always gift baskets with themes. For instance, my parents got a basket one time, and it was full of kitchen stuff and food. Recipes, some smaller appliances, a gift card to some high-end delicacy shop, expensive chocolate, and cheese from Switzerland.
    I remember giggling and blushing profusely when one of the Marys and her husband took home a basket with a bedroom theme one year. Pillow cases in Egyptian cotton are nothing to be embarrassed about, but a book about sex positions? Edible panties? Well, I was like twelve, so…
    Yawning and stretching some more, I burrow closer to Daddy's warmth and drop a kiss to his sternum. My fingers draw lazy circles on his chest, feeling his light dusting of hair there and teasing his nipples.
    "Merry Christmas, baby girl." His sexy murmur sends a shiver down my spine, and I hitch a leg over his hip to get even closer.
    "Merry Christmas, Daddy." Tilting up my head, I beam at him and angle for some lovin'. He gives it to me right away, slowly easing into a deep, passionate, and demanding kiss. "Oh…" I breathe heavily, getting clingy and tingly.
    It's Christmas morn ing sex with a twist. It's wonderful, it's tender lovemaking, it's I-love-you-so-much , and it's Daddy praising his little one for taking his cock so perfectly. As he rolls us over so I'm on top and I sink down on him, it's Daddy moaning about how tight and addictive his baby girl's pussy feels wrapped around him.
    Mere minutes later, he makes me giggle uncontrollably when he flips me over again and pins my body with his. He has this playful grin as he gathers my hands above my head. We kiss sloppily, his cock still moving steadily inside me. Panted breaths mingle, and our bodies become heated and damp. I nearly arch off the bed when he reaches a spot that makes me shake and quiver.
    "That’s it, my little baby…" Between husky murmurs and dirty words, he grinds his pelvis against my clit and sucks on my nipples, plucking at them, teasing them. "You're going to come around Daddy's cock, aren't you?"
    Holdi ng my breath, so close, I can only nod in response. I feel feverish and coiled-up, the pleasure building rapidly.
    " Ahhh, fuck ." He groans and slams his hips forward, effectively pushing me over.
    I let out a breathless scream.
    Daddy grabs the headboard and takes me hard through my