He shuddered. “I need you. In me. Now.”
“First, I need to get you ready.” I peppered his face with kisses. “But maybe I can figure out a way to keep you happy while I do that.”
“How… Ohhh.”
I opened the lube and covered my fingers with the slippery stuff then went to work, easing them into his hole. So tight, I was very glad I had not rushed to be inside him. Then I closed my lips around his cock and gave him the promised distraction while I worked one finger then the next inside. One knuckle then two. His muscle ring squeezed me, and even with all the stretching, it was going to be a tight fit.
He tasted salty and musky, and I sucked hard, opening and putting a condom on my cock in a feat of dexterity I had no idea I was capable of. Then I applied a coat of lube and withdrew my fingers just in time for Sammy to spurt cum down my throat.
Swallowing the last of it, I pressed a kiss to his softening head and rose up on my knees and fitted the head of my cock to his slippery hole. Still tight, but between the stretching andthe lube, I was able to pop past the muscles and into the dark heat of his body. He massaged me, rippling around my cock and bringing me way too close way too soon.
Pausing, I rested on forearms over him and dipped in for another kiss, steadying my breathing, slowing my frantic pace. Our first time was precious, sacred even, and I was not going to let it come and go in a minute flat.
When I felt more in control, and when Sammy’s restless movements beneath me made it impossible to stay still any longer, I began to move, driving a little deeper with each thrust until I was fully buried in his body. He encouraged me with sighs and moans, sweet words, and some so naughty, I found it hard to believe they came from my sweet boy’s lips, but they fanned the flames and drove me onward.
And then, my balls tightened and I pushed in one last time before coming in shuddering spurts deep inside him. Inside the condom…but still. I fell forward, catching myself on my hands before pulling him tight against me and rolling to the side, whispering his name and kissing him over and over.
I stayed all night, as he’d invited me to, holding him close until morning.
Chapter Thirteen
Sammy
Waking up in Daddy’s arms after the absolute perfect date was exactly where I wanted to be. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to ruin the moment, and I listened to his breath. He wasn’t asleep either.
“How long have you been awake?” I finally asked.
“About twenty minutes.”
That surprised me.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“Because you look too adorable sleeping there.”
“Sweet words will get you everywhere, Daddy.” I turned my head up and kissed his chin. “I’ll be right back.” I headed to the bathroom where I took care of business and came right back to snuggle his arms.
“Do you have a lot to do today?” I did, but I didn’t want to do any of it. I wanted to stay here, with Daddy the entire time.
“I was kind of hoping to spend it with you, my sweet boy.” He kissed the top of my head.
“I’m not turning that offer down.” We stayed in bed snuggling until my stomach growled. Daddy wasn’t putting up with that.
“Let’s get ready for the day and get you fed.” It wasn’t him asking.
We showered together, an actual getting-clean shower. My bathroom wasn’t big enough for anything more than washing up, which had never disappointed me until today. Disappointed was the wrong word because despite not being able to have some naked fun like we had the night before, there was an intimacy to it that was really nice.
Daddy helped me dry off and get dressed and put his clothes on. He wasn’t taking care of his little; he was being a good partner. I loved how he could go back and forth like that. Sometimes I needed a daddy while I was big.
“What would you like to eat?” I opened the fridge, quickly reminded that it was time for grocery shopping. “I have some eggs, some peppers, and some cheese. I could probably whip up some pancakes.” I shut the fridge door and added shopping to my mental to-do list.
“How about we go out?”
Staying here and snuggling with Daddy all day sounded like more fun, but I didn’t even have bread for toast. Going out was the best idea. “There’s a brunch place about three blocks over. I haven’t been, but it’s probably better than anything I’m gonna be able to get you before I hit up the grocer’s.”
We walked there, Daddy and I holding hands the entire time.
“This is nice.”
