Page 28 of Soothing Little Sylmen

Daddy groaned. And the second time he touched me it wasn’t with slowness. It was hunger. He lapped at me like he couldn’t get enough, his tongue tracing my hole then attempting to dip inside. I froze at that as a flash of memory surfaced for a second. But I let go. I melted back into the bed, giving him the freedom to do what he wanted.

Daddy paused, his hand moving under mine. “I need you to check in, sweet boy. I felt that and I don’t want to do anything that you don’t like.”

I tapped him once, signaling he should get back to it. When I didn’t tap again or pinch him, he chuckled and continued.

I eventually lost grip on my cheeks. My hands dropped to the sides of my head as I gripped the comforter beneath me. Pleasure shot through my body in waves as Daddy made all of the noises in the world while he worked me open. His hands kneaded my cheeks, spreading them and then pushing them together when he’d stop to catch his breath.

Daddy reached between my legs, his hand wrapping around my length. He stroked it slowly, his grip firm. I choked on air as I was teased in both places. It was too good.

My orgasm tore through me in a way I’d never experienced alone, and I sure as hell hadn’t experienced it with the one person I’d been with before. It was like my body wasn’t my own for a minute. I was floating high, every inch of me tingling like fireworks had gone off under my skin.

Daddy waited until my cock stopped pulsing to ease back. When he did, I almost reached out to grab him. I wanted him close still, wanted him to stay, to give me more. He needed his release too, and I didn’t think he’d gotten it yet.

“Let me get naked, sweet boy. I need to get inside you.”

I stayed still, my body in this arched position, waiting for what he would do. Daddy didn’t take long. I could hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor, and then I was grabbed at the waist and flipped over. I jolted at the quick movement, not sure what was happening, until I was on my back with my head on the pillows. Daddy hovered over me, his gaze fire.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve no idea what you do to me.”

His right hand went down his body, pressing against his chest and moving over the muscle there until he covered a patch of hair and wrapped his fist around his cock. My mouth watered, remembering what he tasted like, remembering how great he had felt on my tongue.

“Not now, sweet boy,” he said. “I need to have you this way.”

I wanted to pout. He got to have his fun—I wanted to make him feel good too. But Daddy knew best, and when he grabbed the lube I knew I was in for more. He coated his fingers and then squirted some between my legs.

“Hold your knees up for me.”

I rushed to do as he said, pulling them back and then lacing my fingers together. It almost looked like I was praying.

Daddy worked his finger over my hole, his touch gentle. Even as he pressed his finger inside I didn’t feel any pain. Since this was all new to me, I would have to wait and ask him later how he could make me feel so good.

Much later though, because I didn’t want to upset the moment. I wanted to feel him inside me, cuddle and rest, and then maybe get food. I pushed away those thoughts to focus on how I felt.

He’d added another finger at some point while I was distracted. This time I did feel a tiny bit of a burn. I had to actively try to relax my body.

“Bear down for me, sweet boy. It will help.”

I did as he instructed and he added more lube before stretching his fingers apart. This went on and on. My cock rallied, hardening again as I fought against moving my hips.

I wanted him to move faster, to press harder. By the time he had three fingers in me I was sweating. My entire body was covered with it, and my muscles shook. I was so close.

Daddy pulled his fingers out and my mouth dropped open in a silent wail.

“It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here,” he whispered. “I’m going to fill you up and show you just how much I want you. How much I need you. My little Sylmen.”

The way he said my name made me shiver. I was so distracted that his cock was pressing into me before I even realized it. He moved slowly, his thickness spreading me with a patience I couldn’t understand.

I lost control of my hands. There was no way I could keep steady now. My legs dropped out beside me, spreading wide as my hands clutched at Daddy’s shoulders.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he repeated as he pushed his hips further forward.

When he was all the way in, his head dropped forward. His eyes were shut tight and his shoulders were high. I squeezed once and his eyes shot open.

“That’s not any of our signals, baby,” he stuttered out.

I had a feeling he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to back out of me. And I didn’t want him to either. The squeeze had just been encouraging, like an “it’s okay” gesture. I knew I had to tell him we were good to go the way he liked, so I pressed my finger to his chin and smiled.

Daddy smirked, then growled as he pulled his hips back slowly and eased forward again—this time faster. I closed my eyes as another wave of pleasure came forward.