Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
I managed not to laugh but my chest jerked enough that Milo huffed and poked me. “I’m being understanding.”
He was being sweet and adorable.
“Baby, you find it relaxing, intimate, and erotic.” I chuckled as he sighed dramatically. “All I’d have to do to get little Milo to come out to play would be to ask about diaper time and take off my shirt.”
“Maybe. But you’re a good Daddy and that’s distracting.” His cute grumble had me fighting off more laughter. “I can’t help it if you’re sexy, though, either. That’s your fault.”
There was no reasonable response to that.
“How about we make it a part of our routine that when we come home, we sit down and you get to nurse?” Saying it flat out made my insides clench, but it didn’t last long. His eager nod made it impossible to stay stressed about something he found so exciting. “We’ll figure out which times you get to come and which ones you’ll wait until bedtime for your orgasm, but that’s a detail we can work out over time.”
Letting him come or even making him come every time he nursed wouldn’t be unreasonable, but it might not be necessary for him to be happy. A bit of teasing and denial until bedtime wouldn’t kill him and he might like it.
“Every time?” His little wiggle said he liked that idea even though he seemed to be doing his best to sound calm as he asked about it.
“Yes, every time.” If that just reinforced the idea that he had to come home every night, well, so be it. “We’ll put our stuff down and go right to the big chair or the bed.”
Those seemed like the most logical places to nurse him, but his shiver said he’d taken the idea in a different way. “One for nice special cuddles and one for really happy ones?”
I wasn’t sure if he was nervous about asking about his orgasm or if his little side was peeking out, but either way I nodded. “I think that’s a very good way to explain what we both want. I might ask you where you want to cuddle or I might tell you which one we’re going to use.”
I could feel the tension building up inside him but it seemed more about excitement than nervousness. “And…and the chair cuddles aren’t big happy, right, Daddy?”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give you lots of hugs and cuddles, though. You just won’t get an orgasm in the chair.” Spelling it out got another shiver from Milo. “I might play with my boy, though. I love hearing you when you get excited and desperate.”
Whimpering softly, Milo jolted then rocked against me. “Daddy, that’s…that’s…”
“On your limits list.” The reminder had him letting out a sad whine. “But don’t worry, I know that whines and pouts aren’t safewords, so you can complain and fight against it all you want.”
That got me more dramatic sounds before he finally let out a sigh. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I managed not to laugh but my chest jerked as I fought it back. “You’re welcome, baby.”
His low grumble seemed to have something to do with me being a brat, but it was low enough that I wasn’t completely sure what the insult had been. “What was that?”
Huffing softly, Milo was fairly quick when it came to distracting me. “Do you have thoughts on asking for other things, Daddy? Other things like…well…grown-up things?”
I loved the way he talked around my question, carefully not admitting that he hadn’t been asking that question.
“Other things like dessert? That can be a grown-up thing.” He couldn’t decide if he wanted to grumble more or giggle, so I had to keep teasing him. “Oh, you mean laundry and grown-up chores around the house? Eventually we’ll have to talk about that, but while we’re pretending I’m not going to talk you into moving in with me, I don’t think we need to worry about it.”
We could keep procrastinating on that for a while.
Giggles won that time. “We have to be dating a month before you can officially bring that up. For now, you can just hint and come pick me up most nights.”
“Deal. No takebacks.” Since he was little a good bit of the time, I didn’t feel the need to sound terribly adult. “Now, what else could you be talking about?”
His laughter was almost silent but I could feel his body shaking as he held back the happy sound. After a few minutes, he let out a breath slowly. “If we can have sex tonight, I’ll let you tell Victor first that we’ve talked about moving in together.”
“Deal number two.” And since he’d brought it up, I didn’t have to worry about rushing him on that front either. “You were planning on bottoming?”
The part of his neck I could see was bright red, but he nodded. “Alright then. Do you need a few minutes in the bathroom?”