Page 57 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
I kiss Vanessa again. “I couldn’t help it, either. I wanted you even then. I still do.”
“But you never asked me out or…”
“How old were you that night? Seventeen?”
“Almost.” But not quite.
“I was twenty-three. And I knew if I put my hands on you, I’d stop caring about your age. Besides, I was only home for a couple of weeks, then I shipped back out. It wouldn’t have been right or fair to start something you weren’t ready for and then leave for months on end.”
“I get it. But I’m not a teenager anymore. We’ve been working together for seven months. I thought you just didn’t remember me.”
I’ve been wondering when she’d get around to this. I’ll tell her that her father sent me to watch over her soon, but I won’t have her thinking I’m this close to her for any reason other than the fact I’m dying to be. “And I didn’t think you remembered me. But since we’ve cleared that up, I’m impatient to give you everything you want.”
As I kiss my way up her neck before taking her lips again, a rosy flush of arousal stains her cheeks. “You already are.”
“No. Everything.” I lean in and press my lips to her ear. “I know what you read. I know what you crave.”
She rears back, her blue eyes turning startled and wide. “How?”
To answer that, I have to tell her things I’ve put in the mental box marked later. She’s not ready to hear that I’ve cased her house many times in the middle of the night to ensure her safety and that I often perused her e-reader to satisfy my curiosity before settling in to watch her sleep.
But I don’t want to scare her, so I settle for a tamer version of the truth.
“I’ve been watching you, little girl. Learning everything about you.”
“You have?” She looks genuinely surprised.
“For longer than you know.”
Her jaw drops. Her cheeks flush. “That should scare me.”
It definitely should. “Does it?”
She shakes her head slowly. “It makes me feel…claimed.”
“Good. Because you are. I’m going to show you.”
I reach along the side of the bed until I find my pants. With a deep rumble of laughter, I grip the buckle and pull my belt free. Before Vanessa can even guess my intent, I capture her wrists in my grip, wrap the leather around them, then secure her to her headboard.
Her eyes widen even more. Yeah, she could probably wriggle free, but the way her eyes dilate, her lips part, and her nipples harden tells me she’s aroused. Even better, her torso is now stretched above me, her gorgeous tits in my face.
“What do you think, little girl? Want to protest?” I taunt as I lick her nipples, biting at one, then the other, loving the catch in her breath.
“No.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Good,” I whisper before I take her nipple in my mouth. “I wasn’t going to.”
Vanessa groans and wriggles on me. She’s fucking wet, and I can’t resist.
I slide my way up her body and align my cock against her pussy. Then I shove into her body as I push my way into her mouth.
In this position, she’s helpless to do anything except take whatever I give her. I’m conscious of a few things. First, she’s still so tight and she must be tender, so I’m insistent but not rough. Second, I’m still not wearing a condom. I have one in my pocket. But you know what? I don’t want it. Am I unconsciously hoping she’ll get pregnant so her father has less incentive to kill me? Maybe. But I also love the idea of starting a family with Vanessa. Everything is moving fast, but I’ve known how I feel for a while. Sounds like she has, too. Third, this is really turning her on. And anything that flips her switch arouses the fuck out of me. I don’t see a downside here.
I grip her hips and rock in and out of her, every move tugging on her wrists, bouncing her breasts as she twists above me. Her eyes slide shut. Her lips part. She melts for me.
