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“Someone who doesn’t have fever balls is I, because I put an ice cube down my pants back there!”
You know he didn’t actually do it, but he did eye the craft table awfully hard during the costume change. Your poor Papa had been melting under the lights and the Texas heat, which is why you planned to pamper him when you got back to the hotel.
As soon as you step through the door, you get the shower going while Copia collapses onto the couch, completely exhausted. You come into the main room with a warm washcloth and Copia’s oil cleanser. He almost looks like he’s about to fall asleep with all of his clothes and makeup on.
After you take his shoes off (with the inevitable joke about how stinky his feet are) you help him take his jacket off. After you put his jacket on its hanger you come back and work on opening the buttons on his shirt. You kiss his jaw and throat as you undo the buttons. Copia smiles and chuckles softly.
When you finally get all of the buttons undone, you help him take his shirt off. You kiss his chest and his stomach, then get to work on washing his face.
You help him to sit on the floor so he can lay back into your lap and you can both be comfortable. He looks up at you and smiles with his head in your lap.
“You are so good to your Papa, honey.”
He reaches up and touches your face, tenderly rubbing his thumb over your cheek.
“My Papa deserves someone to be good to him. He works so hard and he needs to know I love him so much.”
“Micetta, I love you too, but I would know you love me without this. You work hard too.”
He is frowning slightly with worry that you are going to exhaust yourself.
“Copia I don’t do this very often because you’re right: I do work hard. But I wasn’t the one out there about to faint from heat and still putting on an amazing show tonight. Now hush and let me get this paint off so you can have a cool shower.”
“A cool shower, eh? Am I scaring you?”
Even though he is teasing you, you can see how tired he is.
“Shhh. If you don’t stop I’m going to get cleanser in your mouth.”
He smiles but he stops talking and closes his eyes. You massage the cleanser into the paint on his face and take extra care around his eyes and mouth. Once you’re pretty sure you’ve massaged every area and the paint has turned from white and black to yucky grey, you remove the mess with the warm washcloth you brought. Soon he is transformed from Papa to just your lovely Copia. For a moment he doesn’t open his eyes and you think he’s fallen asleep lying back in your lap. As you’re smoothing back his hair he opens his eyes.
“Done already?”
“Yep. Now it’s time to get you into the shower.”
He gets up from the floor and pulls you up into his arms.
“Trying to get me naked, eh?”
Copia smiles and nuzzles into your neck.
You slip your arms under his and wrap them around his back. The feel of his warm, smooth skin under your hands combined with his breath on your neck is setting off a chain reaction of longing. If you let yourself respond the way you want to he’ll never get his shower, so you let go and you playfully shoo him into the bathroom.
You undress and lay out his plush robe while you wait for him to get under the water. You hear his relieved groan through the crack in the door and smile to yourself.
You step into the bathroom and pull the shower curtain to the side.
“Are you ready, baby?”
He eyes your naked form mischievously from under the stream of cool water
“Ready for what?”
“Ready for me to wash your back, silly!”
He smiles and holds out his hand to help you into the shower with him. Once you’re safely in and the curtain is shut, he wraps you up in his arms. You rest your head on his shoulder and place your hand on his wet chest. You are mesmerized for a moment by the beads of water collecting on his shoulders and running down his chest, across his stomach, and down even further. He is your safe place in so many ways and you feel yourself relaxing into his body.
“Copia?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Let’s finish our shower and then we can do this lying down.”
“Hmph. You’re right. Besides, I know you can’t wait to get me into bed.”
You giggle and swat at him playfully.
“If you don’t cut it out I’m getting out and making you wash your own hair!”
“Alright, alright! I’ll be good!”
He laughs and puts his hands up to show he’s really being good now. You look into his eyes and his hands settle back onto your waist. For a second you get lost in his eyes and all you want to do is kiss him, so you do.
Copia’s hands move up your back to press you firmly against his body and your hands move up to tangle in his hair. He kisses you until you feel like you’re going to float away. When he pulls away you keep your eyes closed for just a moment longer.
It doesn’t matter how many times he kisses you, when he kisses you like that it’s like the first time all over again. It’s hard not to get all giggly and lose your train of thought.
“I think you’d better get your hair wet,” you finally say.
He kisses your forehead before he lets you go and steps back under the water. You squeeze the shampoo into your hand and focus on preparing it for massaging into his scalp instead of the other things that started running through your mind when Copia kissed you.
You can wash your hair as carefully as you like, but it never feels as good as when someone else does it for you. He stands still and doesn’t complain about letting you massage his scalp but he does let out an occasional moan.
Doing things like this for Copia is almost a reward in and of itself because he never holds back his enjoyment of them with you. If it feels good, or tastes good, or smells good, Copia lets you know. Hearing him enjoying himself never fails to spur you into wanting to do whatever it was again and again.
After he rinses his hair out he announces, “Your turn!”
“No. Come on, Copia! I’m trying to do something nice for you.”
“So be nice and stop arguing with me, micetta.”
“UGH okay fine!”
You submit to having your own hair washed and all of your complaints disappear as soon as he starts. He puts just as much care into your scalp massage as you did for him. A moan of your own escapes your lips and Copia leans down to kiss your shoulder.
“Oh Copia…”
“Yes micetta, tell Papa what you want.”
His lips are against your ear and his voice is deep with lust. You lean your head back against his and your mind is in a whirl.
“Papa… I want…I want you.”
“I want you too, baby.”
“But you’re so tired, Copia.”
“Mmm maybe, but I’m never too tired for my tesoro.”
He punctuates his words with kisses and nips down your neck. You melt against him and feel his arousal press into you. You moan and grind your ass against him. Every pretense of self-control has flown out the window.
“Rinse the soap out of your hair and let me take you to bed.”
One arm is around your shoulders, now, and one arm is around your waist and it is so hard to move because he is so close and so warm, but you nod your head and turn to get under the water.
It doesn’t take long to get the soap out of your hair or get the sweat and grime washed off of both your bodies. You’re the first one out of the shower so you grab a fluffy towel for Copia before getting one for yourself. You watch him use the towel to tousle his hair dry as you towel yourself off. When he emerges, damp strands of hair hang in his face and you can’t help but smile.
“What are you smiling at, eh?”
He half-swaggers over and pulls you into his arms.
“Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you, Copia.”
He blushes and looks away for a second, still unused to freely given compliments. You take one of his hands from its place on your lower back and use it to lead him to the bed where you laid out his robe earlier. You offer the robe to him, but he lays it softly aside.
“I won’t be needing that just yet,” he says with a smirk as he closes the remaining distance between you.
He bites, kisses, and sucks your neck as pushes you gently backward. Once your legs are against the bed he tells you to sit down. Copia kneels before you and pushes your legs gently apart so that he can settle himself between them. He kisses the inside of your thighs, moving ever closer to your core before he stops short. His hands slide ever so lightly up the outside of your thighs and come to rest on your hips.
“I want to taste you, amore.”
His voice is thick and dripping with lust. He makes eye contact with you, waiting for permission. His gaze is always a little intense with his white eye staring you down, but it’s even more intense now. He’s waiting so patiently for your permission to take what he wants.
You nod your head, and as soon as you do the grip on your hips tightens and he pulls you forward to the very edge of the bed. Copia puts your legs over his shoulders and buries his face into your cunt like a starving man eats a long-awaited fruit.
You fall back into the bed as he laps and sucks at your clit. Your moans of pleasure only seem to spur him on. He slides his finger through your wet folds before he pushes it into you. You buck into his face, silently begging for more.
He moans against your sensitive cunt as he slips another finger inside of you. It’s hard to say who is enjoying this more, you or him.
He curls his fingers in that come hither motion he’s mimicked so many times on stage. Anyone who has seen him perform has guessed that he knows what he’s doing, but you know from the effect he has on your body that he absolutely does.
You grip the sheets and practically scream, “OH FUCK PAPA,” forgetting that you are in a hotel room surrounded by people, including the crew. Copia just smiles as he ravages your swollen and sensitive clit.
“Hmmm, you like that amore?”
“Yes, Papa! Oh fuck Papa, PLEASE!”
“What do you want, baby? Use your words.”
You are so close to coming and you are so blissed out that it's hard to find the words. It’s even harder because Copia hasn’t stopped. He slows down just a bit while he waits for your answer, swirling slow circles around your clit and matching the speed of his fingers.
“Papa, please fuck me! Please Papa I want to cum on your cock!”
He chuckles and drags his fingers out of your dripping pussy. You sit up to watch him as you wait for his answer. He licks his fingers clean before tipping his head up to kiss you. You weave your fingers into his hair and pull him in deeper. He smiles and breaks the kiss.
“So needy for your Papa! You want me to fuck you tesoro?”
You practically pout as you nod your head.
“Scoot up and make room for me.”
You move up toward the headboard as he stands up and strokes his cock. There is a bead of precum shining at the tip and you almost regret asking him to fuck you as you think about how glorious it would taste.
Copia crawls up the bed with a glint in his eye and a smirk on his face. He kisses you and pushes you back as he comes to rest on his knees between your thighs. You take his cock into your hand and rub your thumb in circles around the head before gently stroking him from top to base. You involuntarily whine thinking about how good it feels when his cock is filling you up and how much you want it.
“Are you that desperate for my cock, baby?”
“Yes, Papa! Please, please fuck me!”
Copia kisses down your neck before biting and sucking at the spot where neck and shoulders meet. The sound coming out of you is somewhere between a moan and a scream. It hurts, but it feels so good. You wonder if you could cum just from Copia biting and sucking on your neck, and you very nearly do.
“Don’t worry. Your Papa will make sure you get what you want.”
He kisses you again before lining up with your entrance. He teases himself inside of you so, so slowly. You start to move your hips to give yourself more of the friction you desperately want.
He growls at you, “Don’t you dare.”
You instantly still as he continues to stretch you slowly.
“FUCK! Copia PLEASE!”
He smirks down at you as you’re gripping his arms, silently begging him to please, please move faster and fuck you. He finally bottoms out and settles for just a moment before he starts to fuck you slowly.
He draws himself almost completely out before thrusting back into you, and he feels SO good. He’s filling you perfectly. He knows what he’s doing with his hips. He hits the perfect spot every time he thrusts. You’re seeing stars as he fucks you, and you start to cry.
“Please don’t stop,” you beg him. “You just feel so good!”
He leans down and kisses you.
“You are not hurt?”
“No, Copia. It’s perfect.”
He thrusts again, and you hold on to him for dear life as you moan out his name.
He begins to thrust faster. Your moans mingle with his own grunts of effort as he reaches a fever pitch and still, it just feels so incredible. Every part of him is unbelievable.
You feel your muscles tighten as you near your climax.
“Papa I’m getting close. I’m getting so close! Please let me cum on your cock!”
You have no idea if you just whispered or shouted, but you don’t care anymore. Let the whole hotel hear how good your Papa fucks you.
“Wait amore. Don’t cum yet. I want to cum with you.”
“Okay, Papa.”
You try to hold it back, but he is fucking you so good and you don’t know if you can. His thrusts become shallower and his breathing changes. You know he is close too.
“Cum for me, amore.”
Two more shallow thrusts and you are cumming harder than ever before. Your back arches and your pussy clenches around his cock. You feel him cum too and that only makes it more satisfying. Your hands on his arms and your legs wrapped around his body clench tight begging him to stay inside of you as your climax passes.
Soon you can breathe again and as your muscles relax, so do his. He collapses onto you, breathing heavily. You lie together like that for a long time, just catching your breath. You push the hair back out of his eyes. You smile as he catches your hand, brings it to his lips, and kisses it softly. He holds your hand to his chest for a long while. It’s going to start getting messy soon, but you don’t care. You love him and there is not a single place on Earth you’d rather be.
You both eventually catch your breath and you feel like you’re about to doze off.
“Copia, come lay up here next to me so I can hold you. You can be the little spoon.”
He smiles and moves up next to you on the pillows. He presses himself into you and draws your arm over him. You kiss his shoulder and put the sheet over both of you. You snuggle into him and settle into sleep.
“I love you Copia.”
“Love you too, baby,” comes his sleepy reply.
You are so, so happy. You squeeze him extra tight before you fall asleep yourself, exhausted and content.