“And you want this, too?” I needed to be sure we were both going to enjoy ourselves. “You’re not just doing it for me?”
“Baby, I’d do a hell of a lot of things for you, but if I hated bottoming, I’d tell you,” he reassured me. He let one leg drop to the bed and curled a hand around his shaft. “Areyouready? If you’re not, we can wait. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything.”
I couldn’t tell him I wasn’t completely ready, but I wasn’t sure I ever would be. No matter how many times I’d imagined being able to top a partner, it was something I didn’t think would ever happen. I lined the head of my cock up to his entrance and gave a slow, tentative thrust. Theron bit down on his lip and groaned. It wasn’t a sound I associated with pleasure, so I stilled, looking up to check in with him.
“I’m okay, Sam. Keep going just like that,” he urged me as I pressed a bit deeper. I pulled back and pushed in again. My attention was split between his face and watching my dick disappear inside his body. “Fuck, that feels good.”
With a few more careful thrusts, he was able to take my entire length. His hole spasmed around my dick and I swore I could feel the gentle tug on the pocket. I shivered as I pulled out, loving the pressure. This was so much more than wearing a silicone toy. It really felt like it was part of me.
Daddy pressed his hand to my chest. I leaned over his body, sliding a hand around the back of his neck. My voice cracked and I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness filling my chest. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you, so much.”
He planted his feet on the bed and started bucking up, taking control, using my body to chase his pleasure. “I didn’t overstep?”
“No, it’s perfect,” I responded breathlessly.
“Then show me, baby. Fuck me as hard as you want to.” I pulled back until I was almost out of his body then let loose with long, fast strokes. It was impossible to devour his mouth the way I wanted, so I straightened, resting my hands on his knees to support myself as I pounded into his body. Daddy poured more lube into his hand. He focused on the head of his dick as he started jerking off, muttering his praises of how I was making him feel. I knew every time I grazed his prostate as his back arched off the bed and he cried out for me to keep doing that.
So I did. Wanting to own his pleasure the way he always did mine, I batted his hand out of the way. “Let me take care of you, Daddy.”
It only took a few more strokes before I felt his cock thicken in my hand. I lost control of the rhythm as I tried to draw every ounce of pleasure I could from him. His back arched high off the bed and his neck strained as he screamed my name. Ropes of cum covered my hand and his stomach. I held the base of my dick the way he always did and slowly pulled out of his body.
As soon as I laid over him, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “Baby, that was amazing. I almost feel like I need to get you something else for your birthday because that was a gift to me.”
“Don’t you dare,” I panted before sucking gently on his neck, licking away the beads of sweat. “This was more than enough. You have no clue how much it means.”
“Oh baby, I think I do.” He kissed me tenderly, repeating over and over how good it was for him. “But if you need to try it a hundred more times to make sure you like your birthday present, I’ll have to offer my body to help you.”
“Gee, that’s one hell of a sacrifice,” I teased. “But I still want you to top most of the time, so it could take me years to get a hundred more times in.”
“Then it’s a good thing I have no intention of letting you go.” I buried my face in Daddy’s neck. He’d still know I was a jumbled ball of nerves and happy tears, but he wouldn’t have to see my ugly crying. “I love you, Sammy. Whether you’re wearing a diaper and your unicorn jammies as I rock you to sleep or you’re exploring your toppy side, I will always love you.”
“Love you, too, Daddy. Forever.”
