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She finally took a deep breath.
"We need to talk about this sooner or later. You want me," she stated fairly boldly. Like her behavior weeks ago, it seemed so oddly out of her nervous character.
Maybe she knew I wouldn't react like my father would. Maybe she likes the little bit of freedom that gives her, I thought.
"I want a lot of things. Pussy is one of them. But no, I don't want yours," I lied. She glared at me.
"You were the one who grabbed me-"
"You were the one who kissed me, if I remember correctly...,Mommy!" I taunted her. She seemed surprised by that. I normally wasn't like this, but she was pushing my hand...or my mouth.
"What?" I asked. "Don't like me calling you that? Well, guess what? Legally, you are," I noted.
"Now you're being unreasonable," she replied. I glared right back at her.
"Oh? And what you're doing is reasonable then?" I asked. She remained silent. "Why exactly would you want me to say that I wanted you. Hmm? Even if I did, aren't you supposed to be my dad's obedient little toy? That's why you fuckin' married him!" My words were getting to her. Her expression began to slowly change as I could see her thinking about it. In so many moments like this she was like water; malleable by anything. And I could tell from the way she was changing again she was noticing it too.
"I..." She knew I was right. Despite her being angry, I had her cornered this time instead of it being me cornered.
After a moment, she abruptly turned her head.
"With those words... maybe you're not so different from your father," she replied, almost looking nervous again. I remained silent for another long moment, taking a deep breath to calm myself. She took her sweet time observing me as I tried to figure out what to do. I was starting to realize my first impression of her was off balance. She wasn't a nervous little housewife... She had this hidden side to her that I was having troubles figuring out...
"Why would you want me to say whether or not I wanted you...even if I did?" I asked again, this time more calmly. She looked at me, slowly gathering her confidence once again. I tried to play her game and waited for her to respond.
"Because I think you do," she insisted.
"You think I want you?" I asked, unimpressed. She ignored my tone and nodded confidently.
"Of all of the excuses or things to say for a better argument, 'Because I think you do' is all you have?" I retorted. "Wow! Such a detailed answer!" I mocked trying to be more sarcastic than anything. Anger wasn't something I necessarily liked having to go to, and I knew that she would play along with sarcasm more than anger. She rolled her eyes at me.
"If I wanted you so badly, then why am I having a girl over later today?" I asked. She looked unphased.
"You're not having a girl over," she challenged.
"What makes you think I'm not?" I asked. I was somewhat calm, but that didn't mean that I was thinking straight. And at the moment I was thinking about having Abby over and satisfying a little bit of her wanting to be with me. Gina looked at me.
"It still wouldn't really prove anything. Unless come crunch time no girl shows up. Then it means you've made it up to cover up your true urges," she finally replied. I rolled my eyes and waited until there had be silence long enough, then I steadily made my way downstairs, even though my mind was still numb.
Once back in my room I picked up my cell phone and texted Abby. Before she even had time to respond I started tidying up around the room, and even started a search for bottles of wine.
****
Abby was at the door as I opened it.
"Oh...uh...hey!" she greeted, a questioning look on her face. I hadn't told her of my confrontation with Gina. I smiled, and stepped aside to let her in. Gina was upstairs, but I knew she'd be listening.
"Come on, let's go downstairs," I said softly. Just as I had thought, I saw Gina's shadow right beside the bedroom door she shared with my father.
Once I was making my way down the stairs with Abby, she had a somewhat confused expression on her face. I smiled at her once we reached my bedroom door.
"Don't worry. Come on," I softly said. Still with that confused look, she stepped into my room.
She froze once she was inside. She obviously wasn't expecting the room to be so clean, put together, or dimly lit by scented candles. I didn't realize it would take her so off guard.
"What's wrong?" I asked before closing the door. She looked at me, her green eyes shining in the soft orange glow of the room.
"Oh..uh...nothing," she said, shaking her head. "I...um..." She looked around the room trying to find something to say while I stepped closer and laid my hand on her shoulder. She started a little at the jolt it created in her body. It was the reaction I had hoped for.
"So...what's with the room?" she asked. I shrugged with a smile, playing a bit coy.
"Want some wine?" I asked. She smiled at me while I made my way to my bed, sitting by the foot of it so that, when it was time, I could rip her shirt off and push her down onto the bed.
She hesitated at first but eventually sat where I wanted her to before taking the wine glasses and bottle. When she handed me my glass I noticed her hands were trembling. I took the bottle from her before she spilled the contents. She knew exactly what I wanted to do to her.
"What's the occasion?" she asked in disbelief. I shrugged.
"I've been home for a while. I thought it was time for something a little...different," I lied. She nodded, staring at the alcohol as I poured some into her glass. When I had mine poured, she held up her glass for a toast.
"Well, then. Here's to something different," she stated nervously. I clinked her glass with mine.
"Something different," I repeated while looking into her soft and tempting cleavage. When she finished her first sip, she noticed where I was looking. I smiled, pretending nothing was wrong, and took a large gulp of mine.
"So...that asshole that took your virginity. What did he do to you specifically?" I asked. She chuckled nervously while I took yet another big gulp of my wine.
"How specific do you want me to be?" she asked.
"Very." I winked, turning my seduction on full throttle. I wanted her to be shaking before I even touched her. And of all the things I could be good at with women, this seduction technique happened to be the only one.
She cleared her throat and nervously tapped her fingers against her glass. As she did, more ideas came into my head. Holding her thighs I gently pulled her nearer to me so we could be as close as possible while she talked. She could barely handle it, and it looked as if she were holding back a moan.
With that I got another idea and gently brushed some hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. A tiny sound escaped her mouth, but it was more than enough for me to know that I was on the right track.
"Um...maybe we could start with a different topic?" she asked nervously, her head lowered. I waited for her to look into my eyes so I would know if she was scared or just nervous. When she finally met my gaze, I could see that she was a little overwhelmed. I'd tone it down for now until she was ready for more.
"Alright," I chuckled. I thought of small talk discussions to start with and finally one popped into my head.
"How's your roommate?" I asked. She chuckled and thought for a moment.
"Scary as ever. Cyn has a job, but I still don't know what it actually is. I don't ask, and she doesn't tell. I think she wants to keep it that way," she explained.
"Are you sure she's not a serial killer or something?" I asked, gently trailing my fingers along her hairline, slowly putting more loose strands of hair behind an ear. She laughed.
"If she is, I know I'm safe. I actually jokingly asked her that and she said that if she were, she wouldn't kill me. Besides, I think she would have already done so years ago if she were." She continued to laugh.
"What do you think she does?" I asked. She shrugged.
"Financial advisor?" she suggested. I giggled.
"Well, that de-escalated quickly." I poured some more wine for myself.
"I always see spreadsheets and other documents on her computer connected to a bank and other people. So maybe that's what she does?" she suggested again with another laugh.
I let her talk a little more, wanting her to feel more of the control than me. The last thing I wanted to do was make her feel like I was forcing her to do something she didn't want to do. Or pushing too much towards what I wanted.
After a while she slowly became more comfortable with my little touches. I started at her hairline; making sure her face was never covered while she spoke. From that I started to keep a hand on her shoulder at the same time. She took more notice when I began running my fingertips gently up and down her arm. When she did I slowed down a little. But she continued to speak, ignoring it, which meant I could continue to slowly go forward.
Not long after I began to feel the wine, of which I had refilled my glass several times. As the numbness slowly washed through me, I got a little more bold and found myself tracing the outlines of her cleavage. Her nipples shot up, begging for attention. She had stopped talking and was looking back at me.
"What are you doing there?" she giggled nervously. I chuckled lowly, knowing she'd like the lower tone. She shivered a little when she heard it. She was mine now.
"What does it look like?" I asked rhetorically. She didn't giggle, but she didn't look scared either. I put my hand back on her shoulder and waited for her to say something.
"You're..." She lost her words for a moment. Is she really that attracted to me? Huh. The thought seemed so alien to me.
After a little gasp of breath, she seemed to have some more luck finding her words. I looked at her lips, wondering how they would taste.
"You really are...actually trying...to seduce me. Aren't you?" she said in realization. I chuckled again.
"What was your first clue, little girl?" I asked, flirting more and moving so that she was trapped safely in between my legs.
"I-I wasn't sure," she stammered. "I didn't...I thought you...didn't want me like that. I thought you were into... you know..." she trailed off, a little confused. I didn't know what to say to that. For a short moment I remained silent, stuck on what to say next. The longer I was silent, the more she observed me. I felt like I was loosing my grip on her.
Trying to get things back to the way I wanted them, I trailed a hand down her side, past the base of her breast, and let it hover on her hip for a moment. I stared down at her midsection intently, and let my hand slide between her legs. She didn't say anything, but gasped as she parted her legs slightly to give me access. She was so warm against my hand. I knew she still wanted this. I just had to get her to stop thinking.
I ran my middle finger up and down her slit, hidden from me by her clothing. Another precious sound escaped her soft, full lips.
"Do you want me to stop?" I whispered softly. She shivered before me. I knew I was back in control of her.
"God, no!" she breathed. I leaned forward quickly and kissed her, bringing my hands back up and holding her head. I tasted her mouth, toying with her tongue and feeling her moan into my mouth.
Without any more hesitation, and with her actions inviting me in, I yanked off my shirt and started unbuttoning hers. She looked so precious, staring up at me like a little innocent angel waiting to be played with. God, it was hotter than I would have ever expected it to be!
When all of her buttons were undone, I pulled back to look at the gift I was unwrapping for myself. I surprisingly found myself softly mesmerized by the sight. It truly was a present to my lustful eyes. Her bigger breasts hung beautifully and naturally in her tight bra as I slid her opened shirt off her shoulders. She sat motionless as I unclasped her bra. Before I removed the garment I looked back up into her eyes, savoring the thought of seeing her naked tits while she looked into my eyes.
"They're not very big or anything speci...,"
"Sh-h," I interrupted her, placing my finger on her lips. I leaned in and kissed her again.
Once I had my fill of her sweet mouth, I pulled back and my eyes immediately found her beautiful breasts. They were perfectly round, and her nipples were delightfully pink. I wanted to suck on them, and tease them with my mouth until they stood like little flesh colored diamonds.
I couldn't help myself any longer. Without hesitation, I pushed her back into my pillows before letting my mouth have it's way with her breasts. I could feel and taste the sweet warmth of her skin. It was luxuriously delicious, unlike any other woman I had been with before.
I traced circles around her nipples with my tongue, and the little buttons began to get even harder in my mouth. As I suckled her breast she whimpered and softly moaned, overwhelmed by the feeling of my tongue. I had to chuckle at the thought of what she would be like if I started licking her pussy.
Slowly her moans became louder, her little voice echoing the pleasure in her body. My god, her soft little moans sounded like music to my ears as she squirmed beneath me! I pulled back briefly to look up at her sweet face.
"You like that?" I asked softly.
"I re-e-ea-a-allly do!" she mewed in response. She was my little toy to do with as I pleased. We both knew it. And she was drinking it in, basking in the feeling of my tongue flicking and teasing her erect nipples. They were so sensitive it was as if my tongue were sending electric pulses through her body by teasing her nipples. I loved it! Slowly I grazed my lips against her little buds, making her whimper a little more.
"What else should I do with my mouth?" I asked playfully. She had a desperate look on her face, and without warning she quickly squirmed herself lower on the bed until her head was even with mine.
"Please!" she whimpered before kissing me. I held her in my arms while our tongues danced together. Her mouth drove me wild, making me want to put my thick and throbbing cock down her throat right then and there.
Our lips still locked together, I pushed her shorts and panties off. She lifted her legs, helping me in my action. Our lips parted and I re-positioned her so that she was on my lap, straddling me. Just as I did that she pulled back.
"Fuck me?" she begged questioningly. I looked at her, surprised at her desperation. "Please? I'll suck your cock if that's what you want. But I really just want you inside me!"
Our chests were both heaving in excitement and I stared down at her midsection again. I couldn't help but smile at her as soon as the words "fuck me" left her lips. I intended to do just that. Not just fuck her. I intended to make love to her. But not yet.
"Grind on me," I commanded. "Show me what you'd be doing if I were inside you right now." She did as I had ordered without hesitation, rubbing her pussy against the bulge in my jeans. I could feel her warmth and wetness through my clothes. God, it felt so good to feel her heartbeat coming through her pussy and throbbing onto my cock! I wanted her now. It was all I could think of, even though I wanted to tease her a bit more. But I didn't think I could hold out much longer.
She lay her head on my shoulder, whimpering from the feeling of rubbing herself onto me.
"Ple-e-a-a-ase?" she begged again. The second her voice touched my ears I was lost. I pushed her back down onto the bed before quickly removing my jeans. She spread her legs wide for me and I loomed over of her, aiming myself at her opening. I could feel her wetness on the head of my cock as I rubbed it up and down her slit.
"Want to feel it?" I asked, looking into her eyes. She nodded, breathing hard as she anxiously waited for it.
"Guide me in, little girl," I ordered softly. Her hand reached down and gently grasped my shaft, and as soon as it touched my cock we both jumped a little.
"You're...really big!" she chuckled nervously.
"I won't hurt you, baby. I won't even go all the way in if it hurts. I promise," I swore. The last thing I wanted to see in her was real pain. Soreness, yes. But I'd die then and there if I hurt her. She looked into my eyes and she knew she could trust me.
Slowly she began pushing my thickness inside her, and already a little gasp escaped her. And if felt so god damned good!
Even with the head barely in I was moaning in pleasure. She was going to be super tight. I'd have to be gentle with her. At first anyway. But when I was finished with her, she would be too sore to move.
She clamped her lips together and closed her eyes before quickly pushing me halfway in.
"Oh my god!" she breathed. "You really are huge!" She tried not to let me see how uncomfortable my cock was making her.
"Hey." She open her eyes and looked up at me. I could see the pain in her eyes "You don't have to do that. I'll wait until you're used to it. Just give it time. Okay?" She nodded.
"Okay," she whispered. "It hurts."
"I know it does," I said softly. "We can stop if you want." She shook her head briskly. "Play with your clit. It'll relax you more." I guided her hand down and she touched herself, masturbating her little button. I began gently pinching her nipples. I knew when her passion began to rise toward the top she would begin raising her hips toward me. Her wetness would make it easier for her to take me.
As I had expected, she started gently moving her hips. I nearly lost it as I felt her warm, tight, wet pussy slowly milking my cock. The new sensation inside her made her stop rubbing her clit. She concentrated more on my cock, gently moving her hips up and down against mine, getting her own pleasure from it. The sight of it was ecstasy.
Without thinking I pinned her arms to her sides and started pumping my hips slightly, pushing just a little deeper inside her and going just a tiny bit faster with each stroke. I should have concentrated on her. But I didn't. I was craving her pussy. All I could think of was getting my satisfaction from her tight, wet pussy. Somehow I was able to control myself somewhat. Luckily she didn't seem to be hurting.
Without warning her pussy began shuddering around my cock. I looked at her face and noticed her whole body was shivering. She was close. I wanted her to cum. I wanted her juices soaking my cock, flowing from our juncture and soaking the sheets beneath us.
I changed the position of my arms, releasing hers, and put one hand behind her head. I held her hand with the other.
"D-David?! I-I'm-!"
"Shh. I know, little one. It's okay. Let it happen," I whispered into her ear. As my words left my mouth she was squealing and convulsing underneath me. I had to use my torso to hold her down. But before she finished her orgasm I wanted to be completely inside her. I steadily pushed deeper until my entire shaft was buried inside her. Once I was she squirmed wildly beneath me, her moans becoming louder. I didn't seem to be hurting her since she was mid-orgasm.
Finished, it took a while for her to catch her breath. I raised myself a little so I could see her chest heaving and her face relaxing. I watched those beautiful orbs atop her chest rise and fall with her breathing. After a second, I couldn't help but laugh a little at how adorable she was.
"How was that, little girl?" I asked. From the way she moved her body against mine, I could tell she liked it when I called her that.
"Good," she managed to croak. "That was amazing!" I gently bit her neck, and once again she shuddered a little.
"Good. You ready for more?" I asked. She chuckled a little.
"Maybe. But give me just a second? It won't take long. I just need to breathe," she explained. I chuckled, and gently wiped some hair away from her face.
