“Sleepyhead,” he said. “Come on, we need to go wash it off.”
I barely had a chance to look at it with my sleepy eyes as he walked me into the bathroom.
In the bright bathroom lights, we both stood in front of the mirror. I looked at his body first and the drawing I’m made, looking like graffiti. And then to mine, he’d swirled spirals and patterns all up the side of my ribcage. It was mind-bending.
“Wow,” it was all I could summon.
“Ok, shower,” he said. “If it stays on too long, it might irritate your skin. And I’m exhausted. I just want to climb into bed, your bed, my bed, whichever bed is being offered.”
“Obviously, you’re staying the night, right?”
“I just wanted to hear you say it.”
I watched in the mirror as he placed a hand under my chin to turn my head and kiss me.
Everyone had always told me that love would find me when it was meant for me. I always thought that was a cop out and a way for people to say I was far too flighty for love, but in the moments I spent looking at Gael in the mirror, I realized they weren’t lying.
It had been a couple of days. I couldn’t brandish it love, but he had my heart and as an artist, for someone to have your heart was for them to have you in their palm of their hand. I’d given it away to him, and part of me wondered if he’d given his heart to me.
“You’re special,” he whispered, pressing his mouth to my ear and giving it a nibble. “And if you’re not careful, I might eat you up. In fact, even if you are careful, I still want to do that.”
“Have you seen my body?” I asked. “You’ve already gnawed at me. But I’ll happily let you gnaw away at me whenever you like. As long as you kiss it better afterwards.”
He kissed me again. “I’ll always kiss it better.” He reached around and gave my ass a little spank. “Oops, guess I should kiss it now.”
I wasn’t going to stop him. He’d offered.
There was nothing in this world I would’ve exchanged a moment like this for. It might not have been in the heat of sex, but it remained with me, probably much more than any vibrating massager pushed against the tip of my cock ever would. An orgasm was a moment of fleeting pleasure, but being around Daddy Gael was a pleasure that never stopped, and I didn’t want it to.
