Page 29 of Soothing Little Sylmen

“Open your eyes, sweet boy. I want you to watch what you do to me,” he said.

I blinked them open, not sure I would be able to keep them that way. I was already so close to coming, and keeping my eyes open felt like a monumental task. Daddy’s speed picked up, as did the power behind his thrusts. I was helpless beneath him, a rag doll, a toy. He chased after his release and my cock hummed to life as well. My balls drew up, tightening, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. I didn’t want to come before him, though. I didn’t need to be a greedy lover.

Daddy didn’t think the same way. Instead of slowing my orgasm, he reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking me with quick speed, using the hand still coated in lube. I shot off and my back arched as I fell apart underneath him. Daddy groaned long and low as his hips stuttered, then pressed hard against mine, his cock buried deep inside me.

I came down before him, and when I looked at his expression, there was nothing there but pure joy. He leaned down and kissed me, his mouth tender and sweet, in such contrast to how he had just had me. I reached up, cupping his face, wanting to keep him there, wanting him to hold still. I could feel him inside me, feel how full I was. My hips shifted slightly, wanting to verify that this was real.

And okay, maybe to see how he reacted too.

Whatever the reason, it led to a chuckle from Daddy and him pulling back with a raised brow. “You have come multiple times, sweet boy. Don’t try to be a tease now. I know you’re greedy for my cock.”

I frowned at that and shook my head. Daddy watched me, then in some show of understanding pulled back and held his hand out for me to stay still as he went to get something from his pants pocket. When he came back, the notes app was open and he handed it over. I typed in my thoughts line by line, question after question. When I handed it back, his eyes widened a fraction and then he went down the list, reading aloud.

I wasn’t trying to be a brat, Daddy. I just wanted to know how it felt with you inside me when I came.

He smiled at that and kept going.

Was it good for you? Did I do it right? I’ve only been with one other person, and it didn’t feel anything like this. I really liked your tongue inside of me.

Daddy put the phone down on the bed and leaned over me, his eyes bright.

“There’s only been one other person?” he asked, his voice rough.

I nodded slowly, unsure if he was happy about that or not.

“But you said you’d never had a Daddy, so this was just a random person.”

I pointed between us in a way to show he was the only one who mattered.

The worry lines on his face disappeared, turning into a handsome smile so happy I felt like I’d won a prize. His hand moved up to push my hair out of my face. I knew we would have to get cleaned up soon, knew that the mess on the bed and our bodies needed to be washed away. But at the same time I wanted to stay here forever.

“Baby, you were perfect,” he said, drawing me back to the moment. “Everything about you felt wonderful, and your body wrapped around mine is the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I can’t wait to have you again. But I also enjoyed taking care of you earlier—changing your diaper and ensuring you napped peacefully. Every part of you was built for me, Sylmen. I can’t express how perfect you are for me.”

Tears filled my eyes at his words. I felt the exact same way. Everything about him felt tailor-made for me. Daddy wrapped his arms around me, pulling me up and pressing my face into his neck. I let the tears fall then as I clutched at his back. I didn’t need to say that they were happy tears. Daddy knew. He could read me like an open book, and I had never felt so safe, so cared for.

Eventually he did tell me we had to get cleaned up or else we would be an itchy, flaking mess. He also wanted to double-check that I wasn’t too sore. Like he had done many times before, Daddy took control, leading me into the bathroom and getting everything squared away. He cleaned us both, washing away the sweat and cum. Then he dropped to his knees behind me and spread me open as he examined the aftermath of our time together.

I should have been shy about it. I should have blushed and whimpered, knowing my big strong Daddy was kneeling behind me like this. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was too much at peace, too happy to have him.

When we got out of the shower, Daddy put me in another diaper and got me and Bowzer settled on the bed with cartoons playing.

“You can’t take another nap just yet, sweet boy. So for now, we’ll relax and watch TV. We’ll order room service for dinner, and tonight you can sleep in your crib in my room if you’d like. Or you can go to your room if it’s too much too soon.”

I shook my head and pointed from my chest to the crib.

Daddy grinned, nodding his head. “I would like that very much, too.”

He looked as if he were holding something back, like there were words on the tip of his tongue. And I wondered if they were the same ones in my mind.

I love you, Daddy, I thought. I love you so much and I never ever want to let you go.

Chapter Fourteen

Gael

Holding my boy was a dream come true.

Sylmen snuggled into my side and melted against me. I felt like I’d won the lottery. My boy was perfect for me. Everything we had done so far was as if someone had reached into my mind and plucked out the fantasy. The language barrier between us was nothing. We were in sync in so many ways. Plus, he had his own way to communicate. I respected that.