My Father's Best Friend(20)

"You'll get my cock soon enough, sweetheart," he chuckled seductively.  "But first I need to get you ready and I need the barrier my boxers  provide while I do it. Without it, I'm not sure I could wait until  you've come again before I take you."

His hands nudged my legs apart, sliding up until he was touching my  pussy. I was still wet from when he made me come on the kitchen counter.  One of his fingers slipped inside me and pumped a few times before he  added another. It was a tight fit, and I felt the burn as he stretched  me. Considering the enormous bulge in his underwear, I wondered how he'd  be able to fit inside, and tensed up at the thought.

"Shhh, sweetheart," he soothed. "I'm going to make this so good for you."

He ground the heel of his hand against my clit and my pussy fluttered in  response. It typically took me forever to climax when I masturbated,  but he already had me so close. He twisted his hand, fingers curling  upward on the next thrust and my whole body stiffened. A swipe of his  thumb over my clit and I was splintering apart, shuddering in his  embrace.

"This is it, you know that right? Once I take you, there's no going back. I'll be the first, last and only man to touch you."

He shifted over me and I felt the tip of his cock nudge my entrance,  sliding against my wetness. "You're the first man I've ever wanted this  way. The only man who's made me come. All semester long, I thought I'd  never have a chance to see you like this, to feel you move inside me.  Going back is the last thing I want to do, I'm ready for this"         

     



 

"Thank fuck," he muttered. "I want to take you bare this first time, sweetheart."

"I'm on the pill," I admitted softly. "My sister insisted on it back in high school."

"I haven't looked at another woman, let alone slept with one, since I  saw you four months ago." His admission soothed some of my insecurities.  "Before that even. I'm clean, sweetheart. Let me feel your sweet cherry  on my bare cock."

"Do it," I rasped out. "Deflower me."

He paused, the head of his erection pushing inside me as his whole body shook with laughter. "Deflower?"

"It's what they call it in romance novels," I giggled.

"If you're thinking about what you've read, I must not be doing this right."

I reached up and stroked his face with my palm. "I can't imagine  anything better than this. I'm just nervous, and I tend to babble when  that happens."

"Don't be nervous, sweetheart. I know this is a big step, but I want you  so much. Seeing you in my bed like I've fantasized about for months,  I've never been this hard in my life. It's better than I ever imagined."

"Oh, Gabe," I sighed. "I want this. With you. Now."

"I'm so fucking lucky it's me," he groaned. "I don't know what I ever  did to deserve the gift of your cherry, but I swear I'll do whatever it  takes for you to never regret this moment."

All of my nerves disappeared at his vow. My fingers digging into the  blanket underneath me, I lifted my hips up a little, making his cock  slip further inside me. Even though I'm soaking wet, he barely moved an  inch. I was so damn tight around him.

"You ready?"

"Yes." My sigh turned into a hiss when he plunged deep without any warning.

"So fucking tight," Gabe groaned. Holding himself stiffly above my body,  he gave me a moment to adjust to his invasion. "Did I hurt you?"

"I think I'm okay." My voice has a slight wobble to it, and I gripped  his ass when he started to pull back. "No, don't leave me. My cherry's  officially popped and I want the pleasure that follows the pain."

"You ready for me to move, sweetheart?" he asked.

I shimmied my hips a little, feeling incredibly full but not in pain. "So ready," I breathed.

Leaning farther down, he slid his hands under my body until he gripped  the back of my neck, my body flush against his. "Much better."

He pulled out and plunged back in on a hard stroke, and a low moan  escaped my lips. I slid my hands up his back and held on as he picked up  speed. Cocking my legs up, knees bent, my toes curled into the  mattress. I was already close to the edge, and each thrust of his hips  sent a shock of pleasure up my spine.

"I'm so close." My whole body was clenched around his. My hips slammed  up to meet his thrusts, and I dug my nails into his back as I hung  suspended on the edge.

"Come for me now," he whispered, his finger slipping between our bodies  to circle my clit. The combination sent me over, and I started to come. I  hung on to Gabe limply while he continued to pound into me until he  finally jerked against me and gripped my hips tightly. I felt the heat  of his come jetting into me as he found his own orgasm. When his  shudders died down, he slipped out of me and collapsed onto the bed at  my side.

"Wow," I muttered a few minutes later, once I'd managed to regain my breath.

"If I made you lose the power of speech, then I guess the deflowering was a success."

I swatted at his shoulder, but my arm felt like a limp noodle. I missed  my mark and ended up resting my arm on his belly instead. "I should have  guessed you were a smartass."

"It's not like I have the chance to act like one in class. The college  would frown upon that kind of behavior from one of their professors."

I laughed, thinking about how they'd react to the sight of the two of us  in bed together. Being a smartass would be the last of Gabe's worries  if I decided to start back as a grad student in the fall, but that  wasn't something I wanted to think about right now. "From your books."

He shifted on the bed, pulling me into his arms so I faced him while he stared into my eyes. "You read my work?"

"Every single word. More than once," I admitted. "It was the only way I could feel close to you."

His expression filled with pleasure. "Damn, sweetheart. We've got a lot of time to make up for."

He went about showing me how much my reading his books meant to him. Twice.         

     



 





Chapter 8


Gabe


I was already awake when my alarm went off in the morning. I'd been  laying there with Charlotte draped over me, running my fingers through  her honey-blonde hair, and listening to her even breaths. I'd never felt  such contentment before, and I refused to lose it. I needed a plan to  make sure I would have this forever.

Charlotte stirred and the movement pushed her soft tits against my  chest. The leg she had thrown over mine shifted, brushing across my  groin. My cock was already half hard with her naked body practically  glued to mine, but now it was standing at full attention. She moaned as  she stretched.

"Are you sore, sweetheart?" I asked gently, turning on my side so we faced each other.

Her lashes lowered over her chocolaty eyes, and her cheeks tinged pink. "A little."

I lifted her chin with a single finger. "I like to look into your  beautiful eyes when you talk to me, sweetheart." I waited for her nod of  agreement. "There is no reason for you to be embarrassed. You were  bound to be tender this morning. I probably shouldn't have taken you so  hard the second time, but I can't seem to control myself with you."

Her face lit up with a pleased smile.

"I can't say I'm not happy that you'll be feeling me all day, though. Every move you make will remind you who you belong to."

This time, she rolled her eyes and patted my chest condescendingly.  "You'll have to hold off on clubbing me over the head and dragging me  back to your cave until I finish my finals."

I pretended to think about it for a moment. "How about a compromise?  I'll wait until after finals, but then I get to cuff you to my bed and  have my wicked way with you for the next week?"

Her burst of laughter had me grinning and planting a hard kiss on her  lips. I decided to keep the fact that I wasn't kidding about the cuffs  to myself for a while.

I climbed from the bed and leaned down to smack her luscious ass before I  lifted her into my arms. I carried her to the bathroom and set her on  the vanity. I handed her a spare toothbrush and chuckled when she glared  at me. "I bought that for you, sweetheart. I don't keep a stash of  toiletries for one-night stands." I traced a finger down her forehead,  over her nose, and tapped the tip. "I told you, it's been months, not  since before I first saw you." She immediately looked sheepish and  twisted to wet her toothbrush and add toothpaste.

I padded over to shower, adjusted the temperature on the control panel  and turned on the water. After grabbing a hand towel, I turned to pass  it to Charlotte and found her staring at me with wide eyes, her foamy  mouth hanging open.

"What?" I asked, curious at her expression.

She gestured to the shower, and then quickly leaned over the sink to  spit. She sat back up and took the towel I held out for her, wiping her  mouth.