he reached out and looped a finger into the handle. Lifting it, he cradled it to his chest. He took a quick sip, his cheeks still rosy from earlier.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
Turning away from him to give him time to reacquaint himself with the trappings of being little, I opened the pizza box and pulled the thin plastic off the frozen disk. Not happy with the distribution of toppings, I spent a few seconds spreading out the pepperonis and tiny sausage balls. No sooner had I finished then the preheat light on the oven went out. Opening the door, I set the pizza on the rack and then placed an empty cookie sheet below to catch whatever should fall off.
“Are we having pizza?”
I winced at the shrill tone that escaped his mouth. “Yep.”
“Best. Day. Ever,” he sang.
Closing the oven, I turned around and caught him trying to feed Sprinkles a bite of his apple before popping it into his mouth.
Crossing the kitchen, I leaned against the counter in front of him. “Give Daddy a bite.”
Emmie grabbed the last apple slice and dipped it in the peanut butter. Reaching over, he placed one hand on the counter for balance and held the other up to my lips. Opening my mouth, I gave his finger a little lick as I took the apple he offered.
“Eww. Gross. You licked me.” Laughing, he wiped his hand off on his shirt.
I grabbed the empty plate from the counter and placed it in the sink.
“Gross?” I growled as I reached for him. Catching him by the shirt as he attempted to escape, I pulled him closer and nuzzled his neck. “I’ll show you gross,” I said, and then promptly licked him.
“Daddy!” he shrieked and giggled as he struggled to get away. “Stop it!”
“Mmmm, someone tastes good.”
“Not me! I taste nasty!”
“Nasty?” I dropped a kiss on his lips and let him go. “I think you taste sweet. I’m gonna eat you all up.”
“Daddy,” he whined, a hand dropping to his lap as he gave a small wiggle. “That sounds naughty.”
He looked so serious it was criminally adorable.
“Guess what.” I waited until I had his full attention before continuing. “Daddies can be naughty whenever they want.”
He gasped, utterly scandalized, and then a calculating look descended over his face. “Does that mean I can be naughty whenever I want too?”
“No.”
He pouted and crossed his arms. “That doesn’t seem very fair.”
“That’s because Daddy is a big and you are a little,” I said, tapping my finger on the tip of his nose. It was just so cute that I had to touch.
The timer I’d set for the pizza went off, saving me from what I assumed was going to be a detailed list of reasons why Emmie should be allowed to be naughty whenever he wanted.
“Pizza’s ready,” Emmie said, stating the obvious. “Can I have ranch, please?”
“Of course you may.” I pulled the pizza out of the oven and set about fixing our plates. I retrieved the bottle of ranch dressing from the refrigerator and poured a generous amount onto Emmie’s plate.
“That enough for you?” I asked, placing his plate in front of him. “And be careful, it’s hot.”
“That’s enough, Daddy. Thank you.” Staring down at his pizza, he lifted his hand and poked the center with his finger.
“What are you doing, little darling?” I asked, rounding the counter to join him.
“I was seeing how hot it was,” he said, licking the tomato sauce off his finger.
“And?”
“It’s hot.” Leaning over, he blew on the pizza.
I found myself mesmerized by him. The way he pursed his lips. The way he was trying even as a hint of hesitation still lingered. Knowing I could spend all night just watching him, I forced myself to look away and focus on my own dinner. I took a bite and shrugged. It wasn’t the best pizza I had ever had, but for being frozen, it wasn’t half-bad.
“Mmmmm.” Emmie moaned, the sound long and drawn out.
Fuck me.
The sound cut me straight to the bone. I dropped my pizza back to my plate as I snapped my head in his direction to see him with his slice of pizza held up to his mouth, his eyes closed, and his head tilted back in pleasure. I reached down, squeezed my cock through my pants, and told it to behave as a sense of déjà vu swept through me.
I couldn’t help but remember how he had looked as he’d come in my arms, making those same sounds. I