“Don’t get whiney.”
What was better, whiney or huffy, because I could go either way if he didn’t hurry. Thankfully, he didn’t make me wait much longer. He pressed that big head right up against my hole and shoved in. “Ahh…yes…” I hissed.
Daddy grunted but kept moving, slowly at first but not for too long. And then he was fucking me for real. Hard and fast and perfect.
It didn’t take long before I chanted, “Yes. Yes. Yes.” It felt entirely too good, all my nerve endings lighting up like a damned Christmas tree. Or New Year’s Eve fireworks.
Then he wrapped his arm around my waist and grabbed my cock with fingers still sticky with lube. He started stroking me as he fucked me, and I lost my mind, exploding into a thousand pieces.
My knees slid out from under me, leaving me face down on the mattress and unable to move. “I’ll just stay here forever, thank you.”
“Sure, baby.” He nibbled at my shoulder before getting up, and of course, I missed him immediately. I turned so I could watch him walk, buck-naked, into the bathroom. I smiled when he came back out, carrying a wet washcloth. He was too good to me.
After cleaning up, we snuggled, and Daddy pulled the blanket over us. Sated, I cuddled into his side. Snuggly time was even better than adult sexy-time. “This is nice.”
“I like this too.” He squeezed my shoulders. “I do have something important to talk to you about. Want to talk now or later?”
“Does it have to do with Easter, cuz I’m looking forward to finding all the eggies we colored?”
“No. Don’t worry, Easter is all planned. I love doing fun things like that with you, Cody. You make Daddy’s life so much fun.”
“I have fun with you, too. Is it about camping? Cuz the weather’s getting so nice now and I wanna be outside more.” Spring in Florida was glorious…sans pollen, but that was the price you had to pay for such a nice place that was almost always sunny. As if on cue, I sneezed and rubbed my face.
“Bless you, sweetheart. And no. We’ll make time for camping for sure. But it’s about life, our lives to be exact, and where we’re going.”
“Oh?Thattalk. Well. Where do you think we’re going?” It was better to talk about things, and if Daddy was thinking something or other about our relationship, I’d rather know upfront.
“The way you wrinkled your nose when I said that makes me think this is starting off all wrong. But this is supposed to be a good and happy talk.”
I sighed. “I’ve had thistalkwith others in the past and it didn’t go well. Guess I’m thinking this won’t either.”
“Time to change that. I love you and want you to move in with me. I want more of you. Like all the time.”
Why did I feel suspicious of that? I leaned up and stared down at him. “Really?” No one ever kept me for very long. I wasn’t the easiest person to get along with sometimes. I could be bratty and insisted upon as much little time as I could get. I thought Warner liked that too, but he seemed like the needy one now.
“Yes. Of course. I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t want that.” He tickled me, making me laugh and squirm. “How can I not love everything about you and every moment with you?” He ended his tickling with kisses all over my face.
I took a second to catch my breath. “Silly Daddy.”
“Well?”
Oh, right. I didn’t give him an answer. “I don’t know…” I flopped to my back and threw my arm over my eyes.
“We’ve been together almost a year now.”
We got together right before last year’s Pride Camp, so May? That was coming up fast. “I know.” I turned over to my side and played with Warner’s hair. It was soft. “I love you. I do. And I’m not saying no, but…I have a lease on my apartment, and…I’ll think about it. Will that work?”
“You don’t have to actually live in your apartment to honor the lease. Or we could pay to break it.”
I huffed. Being little didn’t mean I didn’t like my independence. I’d had daddies in the past who tried to take overmy life, or at least it felt like it. But Warner hadn’t done that. Our relationship started out fun and casual. We went to the club and hung out. Then I started staying over on the weekends, and we grew closer, but he never tried to tell me what to do. He normally gave me choices and always made things fun. I’d love more of that, but I also didn’t trust myself to not let him do everything for me. I didn’t want to lose my independence. And if things didn’t work out, what would I do? It was difficult getting into a good complex that was safe and clean with amenities like a pool and a workout room.
“Afraid to make the move? I won’t let anything bad happen to you, ever.”
“I know that. It’s…sheesh. Let a guy think about things a minute. You kind of sprung that on me.”
“Did I, though? Surely, you had to have seen it coming.” He wasn’t wrong. More and more of my stuff had already migrated here. I had my space in his closet, a drawer in his dresser, and the playroom we decorated together for me. The next step was moving in. Yeah, I kind of knew this was coming, but that didn’t mean I was ready for it.
“Oh, I forgot to ask you something.” I stabbed his chest with my index finger. Time to change the subject.
