Page 76 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
His eyes cleared, softening, and I could almost see love in them. He might not be ready to confess it to me just yet, but he would be soon, I was certain of it. “Thank you, Daddy.” He smirked mischievously. “Now, if you’re up for it, I say we keep going. Because I totally came from that spanking, and I suspect I have a few more in me.”
I hugged him closer again, our hips colliding. I had little more than a cloth packer in the pouch of my briefs, but I still loved the way I felt up against him. A wave of bliss washed over me, and I relished the warm feeling for a second, a smile stretching across my face.
“What?”
I should’ve known he’d pick up on my mood—he probably felt my grin against his cheek. Even just knowing him from his writing, I could tell he was observant enough to catch those subtle clues. “Just a bit of euphoria.”
He pulled back slightly to see my face. “Oh?”
I nodded. “I love feeling my bulge up against you.”
He smiled. “Ah. I was noticing that, too. Pretty awesome, right?”
I smiled back, my entire soul relaxing. It felt so good to have someone else get it. “Incredible. I know this is all still so new to me, but every time something like this happens, I’m even more sure I made the right choice to transition, come out, be myself.”
Cameron leaned in and kissed me once on the lips. “I know what you mean.”
When he pulled away too soon, I surged forward to press my lips to his again. I felt him smile then open for me. We were moaning and writhing in seconds.
He shifted away first. “So . . . wanna get naked?”
Fear lanced through my chest, and panic must’ve shown on my face, because he kept talking.
“Truly no pressure, Sam. But I’d like to share this with you if you’re comfortable.”
I forced air into my lungs, swallowing hard. “Are you sure? I’ve not been with anyone for a long time. Definitely not since transitioning. And even then . . .” I hesitated. Was now really the time to go there?
He moved closer to me, locking his eyes on mine. “Even then what?”
I took a breath and let it out slowly. “I’m not a virgin, Cameron, but I’m close. Sex has always been weird for me. Difficult. I never knew where I fit, because I never fit into traditional gender roles. Obviously.” He chuckled, as I’d hoped he would. “I never made the connection to dysphoria, but now it makes a lot of sense. Basically, I’m a top without the parts to actually do it.”
Cameron sat up with a slight wince, pulling me with him. Then he put his hand on my shoulder. “There are so many ways to top, Sam. And if you’d like, we can explore them together.”
I smiled, tears welling in my eyes. “I’d like that, Cameron. That sounds perfect.”
“Awesome.” He grinned. “Because you’re fucking hot, and I’d like for us both to get off tonight. Possibly multiple times. You good with that?”
“So goddamn good.”
“Great. Now, if you’re okay with it, I’d like to take your clothes off.”
A sharp jolt shot through my chest. “All of them?”
He smiled, his eyes kind. “Yes, but only if you’re comfortable with that.”
I struggled to hold his gaze as I whispered, “I haven’t had top surgery yet.”
He nodded once, his expression full of understanding. “I suspected that. Would it feel dysphoric to take your binder off?”
I nearly swooned at his tenderness, but I made sure to consider his question carefully. I wanted him to see every inch of me, even if it didn’t line up with who I was on the inside. I knew he’d accept every part of me regardless.
But I just couldn’t.
“God, I want that so much, Cameron. But I don’t think I’m ready.”
His smile was wide and bright and made me feel like I hadn’t disappointed him in the slightest. “No worries, Sam. Can I still take off your shirt?”
I absolutely loved that he was taking his time with me, asking me for permission every step of the way, making this feel important. Because it was. I hadn’t been with anyone in years, so that was momentous in and of itself, but I’d also never even taken off my shirt in front of anyone since my last long-term relationship, and that was five years ago. And a hot mess.
