Learning to Trust - M.A. Innes Page 0,71

and make him look sexy and masculine, and I loved cuddling next to it.

He chuckled when I slowly and thoroughly dried the neatly trimmed hair around his cock and down his legs. “For someone so deliberately smooth, you certainly like playing with my hair.”

I shrugged. “I don’t like hair on me, and I really don’t have that much to begin with, but I like it on you. To me, Daddies are supposed to be masculine and look sexy like you do.”

I looked up the line of his body to see him smiling. “Well, I’m fairly certain that I prefer my smooth boy.”

As I rose, his hands dragged down my body. “Yes, clearly I have a preference here.”

Trying not to smile, because it was all terribly cute, I had to laugh when he rolled his eyes. “Sure, laugh at me. It just wasn’t something I thought about before.”

“That’s because you hadn’t met me yet.” I leaned in and gave him a quick peck. “You were obviously waiting for me.”

His smile faded, leaving behind a very thoughtful, tender expression. “I think you’re right.”

All I wanted was to cuddle against him again, but we had clothes and a conversation to get to. Giving him a pout, I gave him a very sad look that had him looking highly skeptical. “My naughty Daddy is leaving me naked.”

He snorted. “I don’t even know what clothes you were hiding away earlier.”

That had me blushing. I’d forgotten about that.

He chuckled. “Have you been naughty? I have a feeling you were thinking about teasing your Daddy when you picked out your clothes.”

Maybe.

Still blushing, I nodded and stepped away to grab the clothes I’d shoved to the back of the counter. He’d given me the idea, so I wasn’t going to worry about looking silly. Picking up the small jockstrap that was really more for show than anything to do with a gym, I smiled as his eyebrows went up and his sexy cock started to thicken again.

Yep, Daddy liked it.

As I reached down to step into it, he shook his head. “No, let me get you dressed.”

Oh, this was even better.

Daddy crouched down in front of me, and as I stepped into the leg holes, he pulled the scrap of fabric and elastic up my legs. His fingers caressed over my ass as he arranged the straps that framed my cheeks, but when he started arranging my dick in the pouch, he had me fighting back a moan.

I couldn’t have come again, but feeling his touch and knowing he was dressing me was wonderfully erotic. As he stood, he made it even better by stroking my legs and giving my ass a pat. “Oh yes, we’re going to see how this looks after a nice spanking for you.”

I had a feeling we’d found Daddy’s first fantasy…or maybe kink, judging by the way he was still stroking my ass. But he refused to get distracted because he grabbed my shirt and chuckled as he slipped it over my head.

“It was a gift from Destin.” The short T-shirt ended right above the jockstrap and said “Daddy’s boy.” I wasn’t sure where he’d gotten it, but he’d teasingly told me it would look good with a diaper too.

Daddy groaned. “I should have guessed.”

Giggling, I hung up the towels as he slipped on much plainer boxer briefs and a T-shirt. But since he looked very Daddy-ish, I thought it was perfect. When the bathroom was cleaned up, Daddy gave me a quick kiss. “Let’s go cuddle. Couch or bed?”

“Um, bed?” Besides the time he spent tucking me in most nights, we hadn’t cuddled in bed much.

“Mine or yours?” He wrapped his arms around me and started moving us out of the small room. “Grown-up cuddles after our talk or do you want Barry and your binkie close by?”

Oh, that was a hard question.

My expression must have given that away because he chuckled. “Grown-up time now and then maybe playtime later.”

Nodding, I laced my fingers through his and followed him through the apartment. My room probably looked more like a mishmash of furniture that didn’t really match, but Daddy had done his room up carefully and it looked very much like a grown-up space with everything coordinated and neat.

He sat down on the bed, leaning against the wall, and then pulled me down so I was curled alongside him. “You can tell me as much or as little as you want. I’m just trying to understand you better and to know what happened