Learning to Trust - M.A. Innes Page 0,67
first.”
His excitement and ease with his own sexuality made it impossible for me to worry about anything. It was like the age play all over again. This was Morgan. My boy. He’d more than proven he was willing to go at my pace and not feel cheated as long as I held him and took care of him. I didn’t have anything to worry about.
Pulling back the curtain, I ushered him in and stepped behind him. It was a tight fit, but Morgan wasted no time in grabbing the loofah and soaping it up. I couldn’t help smiling as he brought it to my chest and started making slow circles.
He was so intent on his task that all I did was keep him centered under the spray so he didn’t get cold. Being able to focus on him gave me some distance between my brain and what he was doing, but there was no way to miss how his fingers caressed over my skin.
When his fingers skimmed over my nipples, a shiver ran through me, causing him to giggle. He hadn’t started out looking to get a response like that from me, but as soon as he discovered it, he looked up. His expression was questioning and mischievous.
Did I have an issue with him touching me like that?
“It’s fine.” I leaned closer and gave him a quick peck so he would know I wasn’t just saying it for him. “I like doing this with you.”
I think my casual acceptance and enjoyment of the intimate situation surprised both of us, but I wasn’t going to question it. This was Morgan and he wasn’t like anyone else.
His smile turned sweet, but I could see the teasing in his eyes as he flicked my nipples very deliberately that time. I sucked in a breath and let out a quiet moan. I’d never put a lot of thought into playing with my nipples when I jerked off, so the sensation was startling but welcome.
Morgan giggled again, then took a different strategy and made small circles over them with the pads of his fingers. He looked like he’d conquered a mountain when I moaned again and leaned into his touch.
I was hard enough that as we moved, our dicks rubbed against each other. It was another unexpected touch, but I should’ve known how good it would be with him. We weren’t that different in body size, but my dick was just a little longer. He had a pronounced mushroom-shaped head, though, that made my hand itch to stroke him again.
He was so distracted by my nipples, when I caught some of the soap sliding down my chest and wrapped my hand around our erections, he gasped. Morgan caught himself as he shook and thrust against my hand, but it gave me an excuse to wrap my other arm around him and hold him tight.
“That’s…that’s so good.” I could feel his body tightening as he soaked up my touch and the way we caressed each other. “But I wanted…I wanted this to be about you.”
He wanted to take care of his Daddy.
I could understand that.
“But I like playing with you and taking care of you. It makes me feel…strong and…I can’t find a word that feels right, but it’s almost addicting. Powerful and commanding and like I could protect you from anything.” None of the words I could grasp felt right, but I needed him to understand that when he let me focus on him, he was giving me a gift, not taking something from me.
As I tightened my hand around us, he let out a low, breathy whine. “I…I shouldn’t argue with Daddy.”
Smiling, I nodded. “That’s right. Because Daddy always knows what’s best for his boy.”
Morgan was starting to lose focus on what he’d been doing, but the way he squirmed against me, rubbing his entire body against mine was just as wonderful. Maybe even more so because I was making him that way.
“Daddy…Daddy, I…” He moaned as my fingers stroked over the heads of our dicks. “Let me wash you there, Daddy? Please?”
His whimpery voice sent a shiver through me. There was something remarkably sexy about him when he was begging to please me. “Are you going to be my good boy later? You only get to touch Daddy when you’ve been a very good boy.”
Morgan liked being my good boy and he liked having to promise to behave too.
His dick jerked in my hand and he looked up at me with a needy,