I press a finger to his lips. “It’s not that, Daddy. I’m nervous. You’re so sexy. I saw the way you moved on stage. My body doesn’t do that.”
He presses a kiss to my finger before I manage to pull it back. The move makes me blush, which in turn has him laughing.
“There’s nothing to be worried about. I’m a professional dancer for a living. Of course my body moves like that. It’s my job. Doesn’t mean I want yours to.” One of his hands comes up to cup my jaw. “I want you just how you are.”
My heart soars at his words. Leaning forward, I initiate the kiss this time. It’s only a small one, but it’s enough to show how much I love what he’s saying.
“I want you how you are too, Daddy. You have my consent to do as you want. I’m here for the ride.”
“The ride, huh? I wasn’t thinking of that, but I’d be up for it,” he says with a wink.
I gasp as the double meaning hits me. It’s not that I don’t want that. It’s just not something that I thought was on the table.
At my shock, he shakes his head. “To be fair, I’d much rather our first penetrative experience not be here, if that’s okay with you. I want to take my time, spread you out. It’s not something to rush through.”
“I agree, Daddy. I want that too.”
“Glad to see we’re on the same page, pretty boy. Now that things are settled, it’s time for me to explore. Lay back and relax. Let Daddy have his fun.”
With that, he lifts himself off me and backs down the couch. Thankfully, the thing is clearly a set piece big enough to support what we’re getting up to. I worry for a second what the cleanup for this thing will be like, but then I push it away.
A big part of this experience is about trusting the man I’m with. If he really wants to be my caregiver like he said, then I have to let him lead the show. The only time I should intervene is to use my safeword or if he asks my opinion.
That’s all the input I really want anyway. The less I have to think, the better.
Daddy positions himself between my legs. His gaze meets mine, and when I don’t say anything, he reaches for the button of my pants.
I watch him as he undoes them and begins the process of taking them off. My body loosens with every inch revealed. Not because I’m confident or anything. It’s all in how the man in front of me seems to be enamored with the process.
His hungry gaze latches on to me and refuses to let go. It’s somewhat of a comfort to witness.
Even as he strips me of my underwear, I don’t feel any shyness come over me like it normally would. Instead, I’m confident in Daddy’s desire for me. I trust his words because his actions back them all up.
I frown when I realize he still has all his clothes on. Daddy notices right away.
“What’s wrong, pretty boy?” he asks.
“Can you take your shirt off?” The question comes out before I can censor myself. It turns out to be a good thing because Daddy chuckles, then in the sexiest move I’ve ever seen, whips his shirt off with one hand.
I’m practically panting with how much it turns me on. I mouth “wow” because words feel way too hard.
Daddy shakes his head. “Now for the part I’ve been waiting to get to since the minute I saw you.”
My jaw drops open. “You’ve wanted to…” I wave at my very obvious erection. “Do this since you saw me?”
“Absolutely. There’s nothing quite like getting to take a cock down my throat.” With that revelation, he wastes no more time. Leaning forward, he grips the base of my length with one hand as his other plants on the couch.
Both of those movements barely register because his warm mouth encases me without a moment’s hesitation. Soft lips graze against me as he makes his way down inch by inch.
Now, I’m not some massive guy or anything. I’d say I’m average in length. Still, it’s not a regular occurrence to find a man who gobbles me up with ease. Or maybe it’s that none have tried.
Either way, Daddy puts every previous partner I’ve had to shame. He swirls his tongue around me and sucks my cock like there’s no tomorrow. Spit leaks from the corners of his mouth the more into it he gets. And his hands, oh boy, do they get in on the action too.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced builds with each new teasing move. I’m on the edge of coming before I can truly voice it. Like the mind reader he is, Daddy pulls back enough to look me in the eye. His hand continues to stroke my length, keeping me on edge as he demands, “Give me every drop. Daddy’s thirsty.”
He barely gets his lips around my crown before I detonate. My release bursts out of me with a broken cry and a sharp tilt of my hips. Normally I’d be embarrassed at the break in character. I don’t have the mental capacity for it now though.
All I feel is relief. Relief and euphoria.
