Page 29 of Schooling Little Sage

Oh god.

What if I mess it all up or worse, hurt him.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

I didn’t think this through. I-I can’t do this.

“Yes you can.”

Oops, did I say that out loud?

“What’s got your wings in a bunch, little butterfly?”

Daddy came out looking all sexy and I lost my words. Towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet. The drips slid down his skin, and I had the sudden urge to…

“Sage? Are you okay?”

And now I’d gone and worried Daddy.

“S-sorry, Daddy. I just… you just.” Just what? Ugh, back to no words.

“Sweet boy, I promise, you won’t hurt Daddy. Trust me, Daddy will enjoy this just as much as you. What’s got you so spooked about it?”

“Only, only the hurting part.”

“Sweetheart, this ain’t my first rodeo and to be honest, I enjoy the hell out of bottoming. Daddy isn’t averse to a bit of pain but if you’re not ready I understand.”

I thought I was. I want to be. Am I still?

Does everyone have this many conversations with themselves beforehand, or was it just me? Probably best to keep that to myself.

“Come on, let’s get your jammies on and get to bed.”

No. I’m not ruining this, it’s too important. “No.”

“No?”

Before Daddy could protest, I tackled him. As soon as his arms wrapped around me, I knew I had made the right choice. “Show me what to do so I make you as happy as you make me.”

“You already do, my love.” Daddy kissed me. “But Daddy kinda cheated tonight and got ready in the shower.”

Why was I so relieved? From everything I had read online that was a fun part of love making. Or was it considered foreplay?

“Daddy takes very good care of his boy.” I gave him a loud smooch, but Daddy held me in place, wanting more. “Mmm,” I moaned and felt Daddy’s lips curve up when he grinned.

“You like kissing, don’t you, sweet boy.”

“I love kissing you, Daddy.” Plus, it did grown-up stuff to me, like down south stuff. Daddy wiggled and I felt… “Eeep!”

“Daddy likes it too.” Daddy flipped us over, so he was on top and poof, his towel was gone.

We were finally nakey-butt together. And our, and our… my brain erased when Daddy wrapped his hand around both our winkies and stroked them. “Oh, Daddy.”

“Feels good,” he nipped my collar bone, “doesn’t it?”

“It feels… it feels...” It felt amazing but full sentences weren’t possible.

“Let Daddy hear you, sweet boy. All the sounds, all the moans, all the feels. Daddy wants to hear them come from you.”