Page 26 of A Daddy to Love

I pressed the weight of my arm down and pulled him to me. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.” He turned his face up to me, lips pursed. When I pressed my mouth to his it was like the wind was knocked out of me.

Kairo leaned against me. His hand reached out slowly before it rested on my chest. Something zinged between us. Like an electric shock. I turned until I was fully facing him and rocked him into my embrace. My free arm curved around his waist, my palm on his mid-back.

The kiss was like soaring and falling, then soaring back up. His mouth was soft and sweet with the slight taste of coffee. His lips parted at the same time my own mouth opened. In sync, our tongues touched. He moaned.

I tried to hold back, not overwhelm, and turned my head a little so our noses rubbed and my mouth edged the corner of his. We both gasped as we struggled to quickly catch our breaths.

I moaned in answer to his heavy breathing and pulled back just enough to force out two words. “You’re precious.”

“Daddy, please. Kiss me again.”

“With pleasure.”

Our kisses deepened. Tongues delving, exploring. Hunger overcame me, but not for food. For this. This was better than food. A joy released. Something I struggled to find words to describe.

Kairo, where have you been all my life?

It seemed my soul had been waiting years for him.

There were so many things I didn’t know about him. But I’d learn. I wanted to explore him inside and out. Every inch. Every thought. All his little needs and cravings.

My cock pressed hard against my jeans. Maybe I’d explode but that was fine by me. I just need this little in my arms. Kissing me. Holding onto me. Calling me Daddy.

When the right moment came, I pulled him onto my lap. He bowed his head and nuzzled his forehead against my cheek. I heard him whispering. “Wow. Wow.”

I smiled so hard my cheeks began to ache. His hair smelled of flowers. It tickled my lips. Wow wasn’t wrong. Not wrong at all.

I hugged him tighter; our chests pressed. I had had a grand share of men; this feeling was rare.

His hand came up to touch my face and I slid my hand to his wrist, curled my fingers around it, bringing his hand to my mouth. I brushed my lips against his palm, then held it there as I breathed into it.

He leaned back a couple of inches and looked up. I opened my mouth and licked delicately at his palm.

His breath came out light but fast. “Ohhh.”

Sex was sex. I knew that. But this touching, simpler but somehow deeper, made something else happen inside me. Trembles like a waiting storm, its still-soft breezes reverberating the air. Intimate. Vulnerable. Like saying I’m coming.

I enjoyed every part of the male body but hands and lips could do me in.

The flyaway ends of his hair tickled my cheek. The backs of his thighs rested on my lap. All I could think was mine.

There were kisses that lingered and kisses that slid away only to come back for more. Grips hard enough to wrinkle clothing but pleasant to muscle and skin.

I couldn’t see. No looking back or forward. It was just us. Him. Little Kairo. He squirmed with every caress. His legs wrapped around me, a hardness pressing my stomach.

I pushed my hands flat under his firm ass, then lifted myself in one motion off the couch.

He made little noises which I understood on many levels. Consent noises. Squeaks of affection. So sweet. Eager breaths came hot against my left ear. Good thing my bedroom wasn’t far.

I sat on the edge of my freshly made bed, Kairo still in my lap.

His voice came soft. “Is this your bed?”

“Yes. Is that okay?” The messages I’d heard in his moans and his kisses told me he was responding. Still, maybe I should have asked before I brought him in here.

“Okay.”