“Okay. I only brought one pair of footie pajamas tonight, so can you tell me what drawer you keep your pajamas in?” he asked, getting out of bed and walking over to my dresser.
“The two bottom drawers. The one on the left holds pajama shirts and the one on the right holds pajama pants.”
“Okay. Thank you.” He rummaged around in the drawers and came up with a pair of colorful polka dot flannel pajamas. “Time to stand up and put your new jammies on, little girl.”
I did as I was told and Robert helped me put them on. I had to admit, this helped me feel better too. I jumped back into bed and looked up when he didn’t follow.
“I’ll be right back, sweetie,” he said, before he left my room.
I wasn’t sure where he went until he came back holding a glass of milk with a straw. He sat down on the bed and said, “Here, baby girl, this should help you fall back asleep.” He held the cup and patted the spot right next to him.
I wasn’t sure I was ready for this.
“Juliana, trust me,” Robert said, and I ended up crawling next to him. He wrapped his arm around me and held the cup as I put the straw to my lips. I slowly began to drink, finding that the warm milk was heating my body from the inside out. Before I knew it, my eyelids were starting to grow heavy. My head fell against Robert’s shoulder and I didn’t stop drinking until I finished every last drop.
He pulled the straw from my mouth and turned us both so we were lying on our sides. He still had his arm wrapped around me, making me feel extra safe. He whispered in my ear, “Go back to sleep, baby girl. I’ll be right here protecting you.”
“Okay,” I said, not opening my eyes, and soon I was asleep.
* * *
I opened my eyes and realized it was morning as the sunlight was streaming through the cracks of my blinds. I glanced first at my clock and saw it was eight in the morning, and then I glanced at Robert to see that he was still sound asleep with his arm wrapped around me.
A smiled crossed my face when I saw that. I had to admit that having his arm wrapped around me had definitely made me feel much safer, and as a result, it had kept the nightmares away for the rest of the night. The warm milk might have helped too, but I didn’t want to think about that right now.
Another thing caught my attention. Robert was sporting a very nice piece of morning wood. I thought about last night and that he’d said our age play “test” was just for last night, so I rolled over so my head was on his shoulder and I very carefully unbuttoned his pajama shirt. When it opened, I leaned over and licked his nipple a few times. It hardened and made me softly giggle.
I continued to play with his nipple as my right hand ran down his body and slipped through his pajama pants and boxers. I grabbed his shaft at the base and began to run my hand up and down his length.
As I continued to slowly stroke up and down his length, he moaned softly in his sleep but didn’t wake up. I continued caressing him, rubbing my finger over the wet spot that was forming at the tip of his head.
“What are you doing?” he asked huskily, without opening his eyes.
“I think it’s obvious,” I said, lightly running my nails on the underside of his cock, producing another, louder moan from him as his entire body shivered.
“You’re playing a dangerous game. If you don’t stop, then I might start teasing you.”
“Go right ahead,” I said as I ran my thumb over the head of his shaft again.
Without blinking an eye, Robert rolled us over so that I was flat on my back and he was braced over me.
“Let’s see what I can do now.” His hand slipped under my shirt and bra and he started to play with my nipple.
I moaned as I felt my breasts swell and my nipples harden. I momentarily paused what I was doing, but began again as I saw the smirk on his face. I continued stroking his cock and used my other hand to pull down his pajama pants and boxers. Once he was naked, I squeezed and gently massaged his balls while I continued stroking him.
I paid attention to his entire length until I was at the base and gave it a firm squeeze. He moaned again and stopped playing with my breasts. It was my turn to smirk. I moved my fingers to the underside of his shaft and pretended that I was playing the piano. I had read in a Cosmopolitan magazine that guys really liked this and boy were they right.
Robert moaned as his entire body shook. I smiled and began to stroke his shaft again, and every time I reached the head, I wiped my thumb over it.
As I was continuing the sweet torture, he leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, then he kissed along my collarbone and ended up against my ear.
When he nibbled on my ear, I jumped and shouted, “Stop! That tickles!”