Page 37 of A Daddy to Love

As I played, my cock bobbing up and down in the warmth of the bath, Daddy rinsed me off with fresh, non-bubbles water. He washed my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp so nice. He called me pet names that made me feel beautiful and cared for. Precious. Sweetheart. Treasure. Cutie pie. My favorite was baby boy.

“All right. All done,” he said. “Stand up.”

With his hands under my arms to give me balance, I stood. He helped me step out, then wrapped me in a big fluffy towel. But I wanted to feel him skin to skin which hadn’t happened last night. I pushed the towel away and leaned into his bare chest.

He laughed, hugging me, his hands going down my back and brushing over my ass. I used that moment to lift one leg as if to climb him like a tree. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My poor needy cock rubbed against his belly; my balls scraped his jeans waistband.

I wriggled to feel it more.

He had mesmerized my body. My mind. I felt out of control.

He carried me into the bedroom and gently laid me out on the bed. “Just like that,” he said low in his throat. “So perfect.”

He picked up the new pack of jammies and unwrapped it. First, he helped me on with the fuzzy top. Then he bent down and put my feet into the bottoms one at a time before pulling them up, making sure the avoid touching my cock.

“I love them. So soft. But, Daddy, I want to be naked with you.”

“That’ll happen, sweet. I’ll love taking them off as much as I did putting them on you.”

That hadn’t occurred to me. I couldn’t stop petting the sleeves. So soft.

Daddy had me scoot up in the bed, then he lay down beside me. There were still little beads of moisture on his chest from the bath. I reached up and pressed my palm to his chest, the edge of my hand brushing his nipple. I pressed down.

“Your heart is beating fast,” I said.

“It does that when I want something very much.”

“What do you want?”

No answer. Not verbal, anyway. He leaned over me, all smooth muscles and tan skin and kissed me.

Soon, we were tangled, his bare arms around my soft pajama-clad body, our legs entwining. Something was happening between us, a deepness, as if the kink of me feeling free to be a little with him enhanced my arousal in a way to make it feel like I could really become his.

Tonight I was bolder. Grabbier. I touched his hair. My hands slid down to the small of his back. To the curve that began below his waist. My hand inched between us until I could cup his bulge. He kept kissing me, never stopping, never saying no.

I didn’t know what he might like beyond being a daddy and, in his words, a fantastic edger, but I was going to find out. All I knew was he’d tried just about everything kinky at the club.

Next thing I realized Daddy was working my cock through the opening of the fly on my pajama bottoms. I wondered what I looked like all dressed up for bed with my cock poking out.

“You forgot to put me in the diaper,” I said.

His hand ran up and down my naked length. “No. I didn’t forget.”

He half sat and bent over to kiss my revealed cock. Then he began to suck. And back I went to the heaven of last night.

I grabbed at his skin, maybe even scratching his back a little.

He pulled off with a wet sound that made every muscle in my body tense. He was staring at me, so close his breath cooled against the skin of my damp cockhead. “So pretty.”

“Daddy, I want to see you, too.”

“Maybe.”

“Please.” He really did know how to string things along.

He sat all the way up now. I came up, too, and reached for his waist. His hands got there first and he undid his top button. A zipper gleamed as he slowly pulled the end down.

Black underwear. Such a daddy thing. So predictable. I almost giggled but it was so intriguing to watch him I didn’t dare interrupt.