Page 107 of Love Unlimited

That was all Ash needed to feel that Daddy was right there with them. Because the feedback loop worked in both directions.

Ash brought their other hand up under their shirt to tease both nipples. Every pinch ricocheted between the two of them, as Ash jerked in the pleasure of the light pain and Daddy’s fingers gripped their thighs a little tighter while his gaze drank them in.

It was incredibly intimate. More than most sex Ash had experienced, actually. Even a few months ago they wondered if it would have been too much. It was like taking the most pure aspect of sexual intimacy and distilling it to something so potent it could rip right through them.

They pulled their hands away to sign. Daddy? May I take off my clothes? What can I remove? It was erotic just to ask, but also so necessary to get his consent.

Daddy’s eyes never left theirs. Whatever you need to make yourself feel good. Get the toys if you want them. Then come back right here.

I don’t need toys, Ash shrugged. This was about closeness, and toys would just be a distraction.

Ash stood and stripped off their shirt, but still hesitated over their shorts. It wasn’t like Daddy didn’t see them naked every day, getting them dressed and undressed. Some of their favorite moments were Daddy washing them in the shower. But their agreement before had always been that any arousal they felt had to stay in their own head.

Maybe they should leave on their undies? Though they were wearing a tight pair of red briefs today that would be hard to maneuver beneath. Or they could get a sheet to put over their lap? That would work better, probably.

Daddy looked them up and down, a faint frown on his face. Is everything OK?

Yeah. I just wasn’t sure about… They gestured down at their shorts.

Oh! Daddy laughed, surprised. I guess that’s usually my job. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and gestured Ash closer.

No, that hadn’t been what Ash was thinking at all. But it was wonderfully affirming to have Daddy unbutton their shorts and push both layers down in one smooth motion. It was sexual, and it also wasn’t. A bridge between their everyday intimacy and adding something new.

Daddy didn’t even look down at their lower half after dealing with the clothing. That was oddly comforting. Daddy had made clear both what he was comfortable with and what he wasn’t, so that Ash didn’t need to worry about pushing him too far.

Then Daddy settled onto the bed, his back to the headboard. Come here, Daddy told them. You’re too far away.

Good. That was how Ash felt, too. They clambered back onto Daddy’s lap, straddling him but leaving a good four or five inches from the zipper of his jeans. They were feeling alive and aroused, protective and strangely vulnerable.

Touch yourself, Daddy said again.

Ash started with their belly. The whispering touches were still magical, somehow feeling like Daddy’s hands on them even though it was their own fingertips. They drew patterns on their own skin and clawed in with their nails, heart pounding when each sensation was reflected in Daddy’s face.

They’d worried they’d be tempted to grind on him or get tangled in a greedy kiss, but this wasn’t like that at all. Because Daddy was breathing with every one of their shuddering breaths, and that was more erotic than a simple touch could ever be.

Or at least it was until Daddy’s broad hands gripped their hips, his thumbs rubbing lightly over their hip bones. Every nerve in their body seemed to orient toward those two points of contact, like iron shavings around a magnet.

Daddy smiled when he saw their reaction, but didn’t offer to move his hands anywhere else. That was good. Daddy was keeping track of his own limits and needs and finding his own ways to be close, which meant that Ash didn’t need to worry about it. They could just let go.

With one teasing finger, they drew a line down to their cock. It doesn’t make goo, they paused to sign. The part of their body that could have formed into either testes or ovaries before they were born hadn’t gone far enough in either direction to make sperm or eggs. Along with it, there wasn’t any lubricant.

Yeah? Daddy chuckled. That’s a handy feature.

He might be the only one who thought that, but his opinion was the most important right now. Yeah. Sometimes I use lube, though. It feels better.

Without a word, Daddy reached into the bedside drawer and handed it to them. He cocked his head to the side for a moment and then pulled a pillowcase off one of the pillows.

Good enough. Ash spread the fabric over Daddy’s thighs and settled back onto them. You’re sure this is OK?

So far, it’s been amazing. Show me what it looks like when you touch yourself. Daddy’s strong hands went back to their hips, and after that it was all sensation.

Ash squeezed a dab of lube onto their hand and slid it slowly over their cock, each touch rushing through their whole body. Their dick was more of a small numb surrounded by a fleshy circle, but it felt amazing when they rubbed the protruding head with their thumb and stroked the hidden shaft between two fingers.

This was nothing like masturbating, not with Daddy giving them such a loving look, encouraging them to do more.

They switched to a new angle, pressing the flat of their palm against their aroused organ and drawing in a sharp breath. Daddy inhaled with them.

Daddy kept watching as they started up a slow rhythm. No rush, no goal, just Daddy drinking in their pleasure with them.