I shook my head. “I’m a big boy now. That’s what I say when I’m not a baby boy. I’m a big boy. It’s how I define the different states for myself.”
“Thank you for explaining that.”
“It doesn't mean I don't still like hugs, though.”
“What a relief. I was sort of holding my breath there.” He smiled.
“Hugs and… and more.’ I glanced up, feeling my cheeks heat.
“I need to be clear on this. More is okay for a big boy but not when you're a baby boy?”
“Exactly right.” His gaze was warm and enveloping like one of his hugs only with his eyes.
“Does that mean it might be okay to kiss you?”
“Now?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Sure.” He paused, his eyebrow raised. “Or in ten seconds.”
That made me giggle. I moved closer to him until my face was only inches from his. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six....”
Together we counted down the rest. “Five, four, three, two, one.”
The distance between our faces was mere inches, then half an inch until there was no space left and our lips met. It was probably the warmest most tender kiss I'd ever had. He didn't force his tongue between my lips. He wasn't aggressively trying to dominate me. It was the daddy kiss I'd always dreamed of. How did he know?
His hand came to rest on my shoulder with a gentle grip. I placed my palm against his chest. The vibration of this heartbeat moved through my hand and up my arm to my own chest until I could swear we were in complete synchrony.
It was like he was speaking to me with his kiss and his heart. And I could fluently understand the language. He was letting me choose. I wasn't the dominant one but as a daddy he was letting me lead the way to how much more I wanted.
I think that was the moment I knew he was the one. And it scared me. Not because I was afraid of him but because I was afraid if I reached out and it was all an illusion, I would lose. I didn't want to lose. I wanted this to be real.
He pulled back abruptly which scared me even more.
“You're trembling.”
I looked into his deep dark eyes. “Are you really for real?”
His eyebrows narrowed. He took his free hand and lightly smacked himself on the cheeks and on both his shoulders. “I think so. It feels solid to me.”
I laughed. “You’re funny, Daddy.”
Later, we both talked a little about other encounters but not in detail.
“I want you to know something,” I said.
“All right.”
“It hasn't been this way for me with other daddies. Except in my dreams.”
The muscles around his eyes tightened. “Does that mean I'm doing all right?”
“Yes.” My voice lowered to a whisper. “You are. Can you kiss me again?”
“And again and again,” he replied.
His hand moved up my shoulder to the back of my neck where he gripped me, his fingers combing through the fringe of my hair. His hand felt powerful there as I leaned in. This time I let my lips part just a little to tease him.
He sucked at my lips gently but still kept his tongue to himself. Oh my, I could already tell I was going to really love this. The daddy of my dreams was catering to me in every way and manner, on every level, waiting for me to decide on whatever I wanted. My arousal was instant.
