Page 44 of His Last Chase
I turned and faced him, begging to ask that clarifying question. The answer of which I hoped I’d heard correctly. “You really love me?”
“My little songbird,” he pressed his lips to mine. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
“Me, too, Daddy.” We rubbed noses and kissed again, staring deeply into each other’s eyes until they closed.
Content. Safe. Loved.
We hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but we did.
“Wake up, my love.” Daddy kissed my forehead. This had to be the nicest way I’d ever been woken. “We need to shower.”
“We?” That got me out of bed in a flash. I stretched and popped my back, totally forgettingthe bit that I was totally naked. Daddy’s eyes raked over me as I strutted toward the bathroom. A personal show for one and if I was anything, it was a performer. If my hips swayed a bit more than usual and I flexed a few muscles as I moved, so be it.
The water was already on when I got there. I took a moment to take care of business then met Daddy under the warm spray.
“I like the fact that I get to touch you now.” I ran my hands up his arms and took the time to really appreciate how handsome he was. We were nearly the same height, though he had a slightly wider build than me.
“You could always touch me. I was just waiting for you to give the okay for me to reciprocate.”
“Sorry, I just,” I shrugged. “Spent far too much time in my own head and underappreciated you. You can touch me whenever you want, Daddy.” He was gentle, kind, and always asked first. He’d more than earned my trust. Plus, it felt really good when he did it.
He turned and kissed me, which rapidly escalated given neither of us were clothed. Who knew two cocks bobbing together was such a turn on? Appeared I had a lot of catching up to do, I’d missed so much tucked away inside that protective bubble I’d erected. But I looked forward to every moment exploring with Daddy.
“Daddy,” I moaned and gripped his shoulders to stay upright as he stroked our cocks. Amazing didn’t even cover the sensation of the foreskin sliding up and down and over the heads as they rubbed together.
“Frotting is one of my favorite things.”
Frotting.
A word I would definitely commit to memory because this was ah-fucking-mazing.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” I mindlessly chanted as my cock pulsed and release barreled through me. I was like a hair trigger now, firing off within seconds.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” Daddy whispered and nipped my earlobe as he came.
Beautiful. Daddy called me beautiful.
And I made Daddy come. Again.
Go me!
“Burr,” Daddy shivered. “I think we drained the hot water. Let’s hurry and wash and get some food in us.”
He tossed me some lounge pants and slid into a pair himself then we headed to the kitchen to figure out food. “I had this whole meal plan set for the weekend, but we took the day in another direction. No complaints, by the way. But unless we want to wait three to four hours to eat, the lasagna I’d planned to make is out of the question.”
“Yeah, kinda need to eat before my stomach eats itself.”
“Fair enough. Steak and salad then?”
“Carnivores for the win! How can I help?”
“Why don’t you chop of the veggies and get the salad together while I fire up the grill. Given it’s a hundred degrees outside that’ll take all of thirty seconds to achieve.” He pulled more greens than I’d seen in my life from the fridge and piled them on the counter. “Have at it.”
I poked around, opening cupboards and drawers until I found what I needed and got to work washing and chopping. In the end, I was pretty damn proud of myself given I’d never made a salad of any kind before, and this one was glorious. If I did say so myself.
“Looks good,” Daddy stole a carrot and a kiss and got to work seasoning the meat.
While he was outside grilling, I opened a couple of beers for us, went along with the steak dinner theme, took them outside and handed him one.