“Zayden, if you need something I can’t give you, we can’t finish this. I can’t stand the idea of knowing how good it will be and then fucking it all up,” I murmured and grasped his waist, making him stop. “I really can’t hurt you.”
He grimaced and searched my face, brown eyes gleaming in the low light. “You’ve been worrying about that?”
I nodded.
“Daddies don’t have to hurt their boys, Fern.” He smiled and knocked his forehead against mine. “You always have a one-track mind.”
“They don’t? What do you want? How do I make you happy? I don’t know what to do.”
“I want my Daddy to fuck me deep and hard and fill me with his seed… and love us.” He rubbed the top of the belly.
My heart jerked and my chest felt light. “You would be such a good parent. You care so much. You would do all the right things if you were pregnant.”
His cock pulsed so hard I felt it move where he rested against me, and he rubbed his trapped shaft against mine, sending sparks racing through my blood. “And would you take care of the baby you put in my belly?”
I laughed and felt silly, but I nodded. “Taking care of you is my favorite thing to do.”
He growled and leaned forward, attacking my mouth. It all felt fantastic. He slid his hands over my sides and down, but I grabbed his wrists. Hurt passed across his face.
“I’m hard,” I said quietly. It didn’t take much to wriggle around so he wasn’t lying directly on my dick. I dragged his hand over to feel my bulge. The squeeze he gave knocked the breath out of me.
“Yes, that’s why I wanted to get in your pants,” he said with a laugh.
“But I’m not one of those guys. You don’t have to fuck me right away to… to try to get me to like you.”
Emotions tightened his mouth and eyes, and his face paled. “That’s not—”
“It is what you do.”
“It feels good, too,” he said, and I could tell I was pissing him off, but I didn’t care right now.
“Yeah, but… I want to do this the right way.”
“We already know each other! We know everything about each other!” He tried to get up, but I didn’t let him go.
“But not this way. Not… I don’t know how to do this, and I don’t want to mess it up.”
A smug smile should have had me running. “I know exactly how to do this.”
“Slow. Please. I won’t lie. I have spent a lot of time thinking about you coming on your toy.” I almost choked on my breath at the way his body jolted in my arms.
He ground his cock against my leg, eyelashes fluttering. “Yeah? How much.”
I laughed. “But there’s no rush. And I’m tired. I don’t want my first time with you to be after I spent all night worrying about you with another man. I…. You’re special. You deserve better. More. I don’t know.”
He rested his chin on my chest. “You should maybe talk to someone about all the kinky stuff, but I think you know how to be a Daddy already.”
“What do you mean?” I felt more lost than ever.
He shook his head and laughed, snuggling in at my side. “Can I leave my belly on?” He bit his lip and blinked up at me.
“To sleep?”
“Yeah, will it bother you?”
“No.”
We pulled the blankets up. He reached out and turned off the lamp, then moved until I had my arms around him again. He snuggled in and kissed me. It wasn’t long before we were right back where we’d started, lips locked together. I might’ve talked a good game about waiting, but he panted and shifted until his back was toward me, wriggling his ass against my hard-on. He had pants on and so did I, but it felt so good. His ass muscles were hard and soft at the same time—somehow—the perfect rounded spot to tease my cock against.
