He already knows me so well. I trust him more than I have anyone else.
“You like that idea, don’t you?”
I nod, burying my face in his chest. His cologne is faint where I press my nose. There’s more of his natural scent there, and I feel my cock harden as I gulp it down. How is it he smells so good?
“Eddie, baby,” he calls out. When I don’t reply, he places his fingers under my chin. “We’ve got to talk about this. You can’t hide in my chest right now.”
I pout. “Smell good, Daddy.”
His smile has me aching for more than sniffing him. I lick my lips as I picture myself returning the favor of what he did yesterday. That unexpected blowjob outside was better than anything I’ve ever experienced. Getting to do the same to him, preferably inside, sounds like a dream.
“I understand you like my smell, but Daddy needs to know what you are and aren’t ok with. Can you answer a few questions for me?”
Rolling my eyes, I nod. He pinches my chin to get my attention.
“Enough of that. Put that brat part of you aside for a few minutes. I need you to focus.”
“Ok, Daddy,” I reply, serious as I ever get.
His gaze holds mine for a moment before he accepts my reply.
“While I know you’re Little, we’ve never taken things beyond me being your friend. As far as how Little you like to be, what would you say your age range is? Are we talking pull-ups and diapers or more toddler, potty-trained era? I’ll admit I’ve avoided learning this information because it felt too much like a temptation for something I couldn’t have.”
I fight against the urge to turn away. He’s asking everything he should. It’s just a lot all at once.
Taking a deep breath, I channel all the courage I can to tell him the truth. “Pull-ups and sippies, please.”
“Good boy.” His response is instant. “Thank you for telling me. Do you like to use your pull-ups while you wear them?”
I nod slowly. “Sometimes.”
“Understood. I’ll be sure to get everything needed for a proper changing area in the house for when you’re staying over.”
“Staying over?”
“Well, yeah. I expect my baby needs to have some nights cuddling with Daddy. Or maybe it’s more that I need to hold you in order to rest peacefully. Last night… fuck, Eddie Baby. Last night meant the world to me. It was more than what happened sexually.”
I blink at him, shocked by the intensity of his words.
He continues, “And sleeping with you in my arms felt right. So right. I need more of that. If I could have it every night I would, but I know that’s probably too soon.”
Shaking my head, I rise to position myself on his chest. His hand falls away from my chin. He shifts it around my back as his brows rise.
“Not too soon. I want that, Daddy. Want you.”
“Then you’ll have me. You’ve always been welcome in my home. I’d love to have you there even more. Moving in might be too soon —”
“Nope. Move. Me, move.”
I feel myself regressing deeper as he tells me I’ll be able to live with him full-time. As much as I love my place, it’s not nearly as comfy as Daddy’s home.
It’s the way he’s made so much of it to my liking that really helps me settle there. I never have to wonder if he’s ok with me bringing toys or stuffies over. If I regress to the point of needing help with cooking or cleaning up, he never complains.
Like now, my mind is drifting to that special place where everything becomes easier. Well, easier because I don’t have to think.
“Should I have movers start working on getting your stuff into my house, then? I can make a call now and it’ll be done by the time we get back,” he suggests.
I nod quickly, a big smile lighting up my face at the idea of going straight home with him. To others, it might seem early on for this type of decision. For us, it’s been far too long.
