for the size of the house, a little oversized like the kitchen, and Dash had loved it when he’d cleaned it after collecting Daddy’s laundry. But now it was filled with bubbles, and Dash sighed happily.
“Can I undress you, baby?”
Dash raised his head with a shy smile. That would be perfect, and he stood still while Daddy peeled off his T-shirt and sleep pants. He knew Daddy had seen him naked before. When he had gotten him out of the shower, but he wasn’t big, and he didn’t know if—
“Beautiful.” Daddy cupped his face and pressed a kiss on his lips. “Now, let’s get you in and settled.”
Dash took Daddy’s hand and stepped in carefully after Daddy tested it one more time with his fingers. He sat down, feeling every muscle start to relax. Daddy leaned forward. “What do you think about me getting in there with you?”
Dash’s breath caught. “Please.” He could think of nothing better. Daddy pulled off the T-shirt he was wearing, revealing a lovely wide chest with a sprinkling of gray and brown hairs. Perfect for being held against. Daddy dropped his sleep pants and straightened up. Dash couldn’t have forced his eyes away if he tried. Daddy was perfect. He wasn’t all muscly and hard like some of the men he’d seen on TV. He had a cuddly middle, and he radiated strength and protection. Dash’s eyes dropped lower, and he swallowed nervously.
Not that he had a lot to compare it with, but Daddy was definitely bigger than him, and he had no idea how it would fit.
“Shuffle forward or I won’t fit,” Daddy said teasingly, and Dash met his eyes, realizing he’d been staring and Daddy had just stood there and let him look. Daddy stepped in behind him and sat down. In a couple of seconds, he drew Dash back to sit between his legs, his—definitely bigger than his—cock rubbing against him. Daddy lifted him a little until he was pressing closer, and Dash shuddered.
“Are you okay? We can stop anytime.”
Dash shook his head firmly and breathed out a long, slow breath. He glanced behind him. “I’m just nervous.”
“I know, sweetheart, but I don’t want you to worry about anything. We’re only going to go as far as I decide you are comfortable with, and I’m not going to hurt you.”
Dash breathed out another slow breath. As far as Daddy decides. That meant he had nothing to worry about. It wasn’t his decision. He could trust Daddy. And some more of the stress that Dash seemed to carry around with him melted into the bubbles and warm water.
“I have something I think you might like.”
Dash giggled, then slapped a hand across his mouth in horror. Jensen chuckled. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh,” he said fondly and pressed a kiss to the top of Dash’s head. “Lean forward a little.” Dash did exactly as he was told and watched as Daddy took out some sort of sponge in the shape of a glove and pulled it on. With his other hand, he picked up some soap and squirted it onto the glove.
He dipped his hand into the warm water, then smoothed it over Dash’s shoulder.
“Ohh,” Dash managed as the most wonderful prickly sensation tickled his skin. ‘What is it?”
“I ordered it with the other packages. I hoped you would like it.”
Wednesday? Daddy had been thinking about this on Wednesday? Dash couldn’t think of a word to say, and then Daddy’s hand smoothed over his other shoulder and he groaned in appreciation. Daddy hummed in approval, and Dash closed his eyes. Daddy was very thorough. His back, his legs, his chest. Dash started being aware of exactly where he wasn’t going though, and even though Daddy hadn’t touched that part of him at all, it seemed like that bit of him ached the most. “Are you sure you like this? You’ve been very quiet.”
Dash gasped just as the glove traced over his nipple. “I love it,” he almost squeaked out.
“Then give me all your sounds, sweetheart. I love hearing you. That way I know I’m doing it right.”
And of course once Dash started, he couldn’t stop. He moaned and gasped and wriggled his delight until Daddy put his hands on his shoulders. “Dash,” he said in a strangled voice. “You’d better keep still, sweetheart.” But that was the last thing Dash wanted to do, and he didn’t understand why Daddy didn’t want to touch him where he ached the most.
Maybe…maybe