“I agree.”
When I took a bite, it was just like a Snickers bar only cold. Peanuts and caramel on the inside, but ice cream to hold it all together like the nougat did in the candy.
“Mmm. That’s the best thing ever,” I said with my mouth full.
Preston took a huge bite of his. “It really is pretty great.”
When we finished, he said, “There’s more for later.”
“Yes, sir.” I was overly excited and the sir just popped out because I wasn’t ready to say “daddy.” I didn’t know if he was ready, either.
After dinner, he gave me a tour of his home. Holding Ponce, I fell in love with everything I saw.
It was dark out now, but he turned on the back patio lights so I could see the pool.
“I love lights. It’s my favorite thing about Christmas, too.”
“Not the presents?”
I shook my head. “No. The lights.”
We stared at them for a few seconds, then Preston said, “Let’s go into the living room.”
I nodded. He wasn’t rushing into anything and neither was I. But still… I wanted more.
I followed him to the couch where we both sat.
We talked about trivial things for a while. Then I felt the tingle and the prickles and the need. I leaned toward him.
“Can I whisper something?”
Preston leaned his head toward me. “Of course. Anything.”
I took two deep breaths, leaned closer and whispered. I guess I thought if I wasn’t loud, it wouldn’t be as scary. But it was. Super scary. Still, I couldn’t stop myself.
“Do you want to hold me again?”
It was like all the air went out of him. But not in a bad way. If he’d been tense, the next moment he was so relaxed his eyes did that glowing thing from deep within. Like someone was fully aware and at home.
Then he held out his arms. “I’d be honored.”
I set Ponce down and he helped me crawl onto his lap. I slid into place and it was like we’d always fit together. We didn’t even try. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my butt on one of his thighs and my legs over the other.
When I pressed my face into his shoulder, his arms curved around me. His breaths came deep and hard, but soon quieted. He hugged me tighter.
My baby boy emerged. There was no stopping it. And I needed it. In this moment. More than anything.
“I’ve been wanting this.” He spoke soft and low. “Needing you like this.”
Could what he said be the actual truth? Or was he only saying what he thought I wanted to hear?
I didn’t sense deception. He wasn’t ever lewd or like other daddies who immediately wanted to take me to bed. That was there. Of course, it was. A spark kindling. Waiting to ignite in the air around us. But it really seemed like he was into just holding me.
Behind his neck, I pinched my wrist to be sure I wasn’t dreaming.
I sighed against him. Then I whispered one word. “Daddy.”
I thought I heard him breathe a word. “Ohhh.” He nuzzled me, pressing his face into my hair, one hand rubbing gently against my back.
