My mouth watered at the thought of getting my lips and teeth on it; but not yet, there was still much to be done before I finally take her completely and I hoped I was up to the test.
She shook in my arms, a little moaning sigh escaping her lips as she pressed against my hand, seeking that contact again.
I lifted my eyes back to hers in the mirror and was almost brought to my knees.
In my wildest dreams I never imagined that she would look like this. A wanton innocent; an oxymoron I know, but there you have it. This is what she’d look like after I’d ridden her hard.
Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, as her eyes were half closed, her head leant back against my shoulder.
Her legs were spread wide as if waiting to accept me, and the dark tan of my hand against her lighter skin was almost hypnotic.
“Do you know what I’m doing to you Kitten and why? I didn’t give her a chance to answer.
“Because you’re mine, all the way mine. This is now mine.” I cupped her pussy and she pushed into my hand, her body taking over.
Her breath hitched and she stared at me wide-eyed in the mirror. Her pussy throbbed under my hand as I moved my fingers over her.
“Does this mean that you’re my boyfriend now?”
“There’s nothing boyish, or remotely friendly about what I want to do to you. Give me your mouth.” I held her head back and took her offering, teasing her mouth with mine before plundering.
The kiss was hot and abandoned. Her skin was hot to the touch and I knew I was overwhelming her but didn’t care.
Turning her in my arms I deepened the kiss as I ground my hard cock into her pussy. Let her feel what she did to me, what was going to be inside her before long.
“Do you concede that you’re mine? Do you want to belong to me?” I nibbled at her lips and she tried to compose herself.
“Yes.” The answer was breathy and shy. In all fairness I should’ve warned her what laid ahead before exacting that answer from her, but since I had no intentions on ever letting her go, it was a moot point.
“Good, let’s go we need to talk.” I took her hand and led her out of the room. The bed was too much of a temptation and she needed to have a clear head for what I was about to tell her. Hopefully I didn’t scare her too much.
Chapter 13
GABRIELLA
He led me into the study on shaky legs. I was still a little in shock I think, at what had just happened between us.
After yesterday’s kiss I knew things had changed between us, but this, this was beyond my imagination. What did it all mean?
I had nothing with which to measure this against; first a dream job and now the most beautiful man in the universe wanted me. It was almost too good to be true.
He sat me in one of the comfortable chairs in front of the desk before moving around behind it.
I noticed that his face had changed and was now set in very serious lines and it made my tummy cramp a little.
He took a key from his pocket and opened a drawer, removing a thick leather-bound folder and placing it on the desk in front of him. Only then did he look at me.
When he brought his two forefingers together under his nose with the thumbs under his chin and just gazed at me, I knew I was in trouble; that brought me to the edge of my seat.
“Do you know how close you came to danger today little Gabriella?” His voice, so smooth and cultured, held no danger but it was in his eyes.
Somehow it made my heart beat faster. I could only shake my head as my eyes seemed transfixed on his.
“What did you see happening in your life, your future?”
“I don’t understand.” My hands begun to shake with nerves, why was he looking at me like that?
“It’s a pretty simple question Gabriella what were your hopes and dreams for the future? Marriage perhaps, a family?”
“Oh that, yes of course, after I’d made something of myself I guess. I’ve always wanted those things.”
“Make something of yourself, what exactly does that mean?”
“Well you know, I’ve told you before, I wanted to be more than a farmer’s daughter. That didn’t sound right, I love my life on the farm, I love my family and I’m proud of my dad. I just didn’t want to spend the rest of my life there. Is that bad?”
I wrung my hands in confusion suddenly not so sure of myself. Had I made my parents feel less than, because of my dreams of getting out and away? I’d never thought of it before.
“Why would it be bad?”
“I don’t know, I just heard myself saying it and it sounded, almost ungrateful I guess; which isn’t true at all.”
I looked at him pleadingly because I didn’t want him to think that way about me.
I sounded a little too much like aunt Marion, who seemed to want to distance herself from her past. I didn’t want that, I just wanted…more.