Chapter Twelve - Oscar

W atching Ryan's face carefully for any signs of pain, I start to move again. I start off slowly, both because I want to ensure that I'm not hurting him, but also because I want to make this moment last.

The silence between us is broken only by our shared heavy breaths and gasps of pleasure, and the tiny smacks of our lips meeting when we can kiss between our pleasured exhalations. His ass grips me as I drag my cock in and out, and my balls send up their usual signals that I'm not going to last much longer.

"I need you to come for me, darlin'," I murmur, thrusting in a bit harder, following my body's instinct to chase down my own orgasm. "I'm gettin' close."

"Me too," he admits. His eyes are shut, and his face is lined with bliss. "I think…I think I'll come without you touching my cock."

"Fuck, that's hot."

"Mmhmm."

We kiss again as I rock into him with a bit more force, until he tears his mouth away, twisting his head to cry out, "Oh, yes, there! There, there, there !" I continue pumping into him, encouraged by his escalating cries and the scrabbling of his trimmed nails at my shoulder blades. "Daddy," he practically mewls, "Daddy, that's it. There. Again. Fuck. Daddy— ungh! "

His entire body tenses as he shudders through his orgasm, spasming around my cock until I go over the edge and release into his willing hole. I withdraw as I start to soften, collapsing onto the mattress beside him and snuggling up to him as we enjoy the afterglow together.

"I love it when you call me Daddy, darlin'," I tell him, feeling floaty from the endorphins. Pressing a kiss to the top of his sweaty head, I'm proud of myself for having the presence of mind not to declare ‘I love you' like my gut is willing me to.

I've always been one to fall too quickly, and I'm trying to learn from my last sorry attempt at a relationship. But damn it if Ryan doesn't tick all my boxes and light me up from the inside just by being himself.

I'm fighting a losing battle against myself; one I'm finding that I'm happy to lose with the more I get to know my boyfriend.

My Boy.

He really is proving to be perfect for me in every way possible. This past week has proven that more than anything else could have. Ryan has soaked up every bit of affection I've offered him like a sponge. He has let me look after him, set him rules for looking after himself, and get to know him at his most relaxed. When he came home after a long, stressful day, I spanked him into subspace and then cuddled him to sleep afterwards. On days where that wasn't necessary, we've gone for evening strolls along the beach, or watched movies snuggled up on his couch.

I can see this becoming my future —our future— and that only makes me fall faster for him.

Nevertheless, I'm going to keep those three little words to myself for now.

His stomach rumbles, interrupting the moment, and we both laugh. "And there's our sign to get up and enjoy the day, hmm?"

He groans and covers his face with his pillow, then pulls the corner of it away to peek out one gorgeous grey-blue eye. "Breakfast in bed?"

I know before I even open my mouth that I'm going to give him anything he asks for, pushover Daddy that I am.

And it's the perfect start to a perfect weekend.