I watched from afar. At first, my goal was to help her financially. Obviously, she's working too much for someone so young. I never see pictures of her out having fun like others her age. Instead, her posts are about school and work, too much for someone so young. Then as she matured, I longed to see a carefree woman, an older version of the little girl.
Now, the way she's looking at me, I can only hope that she hasn't forgotten me or doesn’t think of me as some old man.
The thickest, longest lashes I've ever seen veil her big blue eyes as she lowers her chin. "Please don't tease me because I've thought of you often."
She's thought of me?
Immediately, I miss her eyes, so I lift her chin. "Sophie, the only teasing I want to do to you has nothing to do with who I'm seeing. I know this may sound like I'm some sort of creep, but I never forgot you, your smile, or your laugh. I lost track of you, but then a few years ago you popped up on Facebook, and I learned what you've been going through. I'm amazed by the woman you are, even though you're young."
Her chest expands and contracts, pressing her tits against my chest, making my dick grow harder as I imagine feeling them against my skin. I envision their perkiness as her nipples harden at my touch. Fuck that, at my words, as I tell her what I want to do to her.
"Young?" she asks in almost a whisper. "You think I'm too young?"
"I think you're perfect. I think you're old enough to decide if you want to see me—to be with me—and if you want me to see you."
"Y-you'd want that? To see me?"
Her innocence captivates me. There’s a sparkle in her shy grin. I want to take away that shyness—and be the one to take her innocence. I want her to feel more comfortable with me than she ever has with anyone else.
I lower my lips to hers, wanting to go slow, but the attraction is too strong. I can't simply brush a chaste kiss on her. I need to have her: her lips, her soft skin, all of her. There's not an inch of her I don't want to claim. My cock turns to stone as I imagine having all of her: her small tits in the palms of my hands and my cock buried deep inside her.
All at once I wonder.
Is Facebook right?
Or could she be seeing someone else?
Has someone else had what I want as mine?
I force our kiss to end as I look down at her veiled eyes and bruised lips. "Tell me. Tell me the truth. Are you seeing someone?"
She doesn't speak, but her head moves from side to side.
Though I'm relieved, I need to know one more thing. I know it sounds shitty, like some sort of barbaric caveman, but I want to know. "Have you? Has someone else been with you?"
Her head falls forward until her forehead hits my chest. I sense sadness emanating from her. The silence eats at me like acid in my gut, filling me with a fury that I can't describe. I haven't seen Sophie in years, yet I've known the undeniable truth for a while—she is mine.
Should I have moved sooner?
Did someone else touch her?
Did someone hurt her?
Fuck! Her dad is gone. Who has protected her?
I'm not a violent man, but as the silence settles over us, my fists clench, wanting to hurt whoever's hurt her. Why would someone have this amazing woman in their arms, take her most prized possession, and leave her?
"Tell me," I growl.
"No." Her voice is again soft. "I've never...I'm a virgin." She looks up. "I'm sorry if that makes me seem like a child, if that makes you not want me. I'm not experienced like the women you're probably used to."
The relief is intoxicating. I pull her closer, my dick aching to take away that title, not just once but for the rest of our lives. "No." I caress her cheek with my now-relaxed knuckles. "It doesn't make you seem like a child. It makes you seem like a gift. My gift."
She nods. "I want to be yours. I've never had sex, but I've thought about it, fantasized about it."
My mind goes to the sex therapist I saw years ago and how she encouraged exploration of fantasies. While her advice didn’t change the downward spiral of my first marriage, the meaning resonates with me. Maybe it wasn’t the advice but my partner.
The tip of my dick moistens, and I hesitate with my next question. As it is, I'm about to come just by rubbing against her. If I add thinking about her fantasies, surely, I'll blow. I can't help myself. "Do you ever touch yourself when you think about it—when you fantasize?"
The shyness from before lessens as she meets me eye to eye. "Yes, and believe it or not, you're the one in my fantasies."
Fuck!
My eyes open wider. "Me? Why me?"
"Because” —she reaches for my cock and rubs— “I remember you. I've never wanted a boy. I've dreamt of a man, a man who will teach me and show me. I've fantasized about you. It was probably wrong, but you were always the man of my dreams."
I reach for her hand. I do it because I like the feel of it in mine but also because I'm about to shoot my load right here, right now. If she keeps rubbing my dick, it will be over before it starts, and that's not exactly the manly thing to do.
"I want to take you inside the house and make you mine." I kiss her knuckles. "But if I do, you need to understand that this isn't a one-and-done deal. I’m not that kind of man. I've been patiently waiting. I've watched you. I remember your smile and carefree air. I remember how you brought the sun with you everywhere you went. I want to see that in your eyes again. Sophie, if I fuck you tonight, you'll be mine forever."
She doesn't speak, looking at where our hands are intertwined. And then only her eyes move to mine. "Take me, Matt. Help me remember what it's like to feel good."
Sophie
As Matt takes my hand and leads me through his house, I fight the feeling that it is all a dream. His hand is warm and possessive. The scent of his cologne fills my nose with spice and the perfect amount of pine and musk. It's manly yet not overpowering. His broad shoulders are right in front of me, wider than I remembered, wider than any of the boys from my high school. I can still taste his kiss, sweet with a hint of alcohol, something strong and intoxicating. And I hear his shoes upon the marble steps as we move up the huge staircase. Yet I feel as though I'm floating. His feet are hitting the floor, but I have to look down to be sure mine are too.
How can this be happening to me?
Before I can overthink it, Matt opens two large doors to the biggest bedroom I've ever seen. The king-sized bed seems small in comparison. One wall is filled with windows, and in the windows is a door leading to a balcony overlooking the bay. As he releases my hand and walks toward the windows, I turn a full circle, taking in the woodwork and custom artistry. I've never seen such understated luxury.
"Matt?"
He stills as he reaches for a switch. "Yes?"
"Is this real?"
He pushes a switch causing the windows to change to an opaque shade. Though there are no curtains, I'm certain that what he did closed out the outside world, making this just about us.
My breathing hitches as he turns. Each step toward me is predatory, like a jungle beast about to capture his prey. And though I know I'm the prey, I'm not frightened. I want to show him that I'm ready for my fantasies to come true. Bravely, I take one step and then another, meeting him halfway.
"This is real." He reaches for my hand and rubs it over his steel-hard erection. "And so is this, and it needs to be inside you. It needs to find its new home."
My thighs squeeze tight at his words as my core throbs, craving what he describes. At the same time, a part of me is beginning to get nervous. His cock feels so big to my touch. Maybe he won't fit. Maybe I am too young. "I-I," I stutter as my daring facade shatters.
Matt reaches for my cheek and tenderly teases my skin. "Sophie, I promise to make it good. I want you to want my cock inside of you as much as I want it there. I'll take this as slow and gentle as you want."
My fantasies come back to mind, scenes from books I've read. "What if I don't want that?"
He takes a small step back. "You do
n't want this?"
I reach for the lapels of his jacket and push them over his wide shoulders, purposely running my fingers over his starched shirt, imagining his solid muscles beneath. "No. I want this. What if I don't want you to be slow and gentle?"
Before he can answer, I go on. "What if I want you to take me fast and hard?"
"Sophie?"
"Matt, you're the man of my dreams. In those dreams, you take control and claim me. Is this real life, or is it my dream?"
"Fuck!" He reaches for the waistband of my skirt, undoes the button, and lowers the zipper allowing the material to float to the floor, creating a black puddle around my heels.
As he does, I reach for my shirt and pull it over my head.
Suddenly I'm standing in front of Matt Hamilton in nothing but black heels, a black bra, and polka-dotted panties.
So much for sexy.
"I'm sorry I'm not wearing some Victoria's Secret lacy thing."
Matt's smile broadens as he runs his hand from my neck over my boobs and down my stomach, teasing the edge of my panties.
"I'm going to say this once, and you'd better listen."
There's something about his voice. It's different, authoritative, and makes my heart beat faster.
He cups my chin. "Tell me, beautiful Sophie, are you listening?"
"Yes."
"That was the last time I want to hear you apologize. You're fucking perfect. I'll buy you a closet full of Victoria's Secret if that's what you want, but for me, I want you." He reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra. "And the clothes are just the wrapping. Remember, you're my gift."
"I just don't want you to change your mind."
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're mine. My mind is never going to change."
I sigh, not only hearing his words but also seeing the way his green eyes devour me, eating me up, piece by piece.
He takes a step back and scans my body from my hair to my shoes and back again. "Now, do as I say."
"Okay."
A sexy shimmer shines from his gaze. "Let your hair down and turn around, all the way around, and as you do, shimmy out of that bra. I've been watching you all night, and I'm dying to get a good look at your tits."
My skin prickles with goose bumps as I reach for the clip in my hair. As I pull, my long blonde hair falls in waves over my shoulders. Without the clasp, the straps have fallen to my arms and the bra is loose. I allow it to drop to the floor, revealing my breasts. Pivoting, I make a complete circle. By the time I'm facing him again, my nipples are as hard as pebbles.
With a smirk, he says, "I love the polka dots, but I have more of my gift to unwrap."
In a quick scoop, Matt has me in his arms and is carrying me toward the big bed. I reach for his tie and pull, dropping it to the floor. By the time he lays me on the comforter, I have most of his shirt's buttons undone. His chest is defined, and I can't resist reaching out to touch his muscles.
Slowly, he removes his shirt and unbuckles his belt. Before undoing his slacks, he reaches down and slides my panties over my hips and down my legs. There’s a twinkle in his gaze. "The heels are staying on."
I can't help but smile. The shoes were the one thing I wanted to take off. Now they're all I have on.
"Scoot forward until you're on the edge of the bed."
I try not to think about what he's saying. Mostly I'm thinking about his cock. I can see the bulge in his pants and the way it's pushing against the zipper.
"That's it," he says, encouraging my movements.
Before I can process, Matt reaches for my feet and lifts them to the bed, spreading my legs and exposing my most private parts.
For a moment I'm mortified, wanting to apologize for not being waxed or ready. But then I remember him telling me not to apologize.
"Oh damn, Sophie, you're soaking wet."
"I-is that...?"
My eyes close and my head falls back as he plunges a finger inside of me.
"Oh!" My entire body tenses at the invasion, and then all at once his voice settles over me.
"It's perfect. Relax, beautiful. Open your eyes and look at me."
I do as he says. His gaze flickers between my eyes and my core.
"Do you know how gorgeous your cunt is? Have you ever looked at it?"
"No," I pant. I've felt it, fingered myself. Though that was nothing like what he's doing—the way he's moving in and out. I can't help myself from moving with him, riding his finger—first one and then two. "Oh!"
"It's pink and wet, and getting all the attention. Your clit is jealous." As he is speaking, he rubs my clit and electricity rips through me. The room fills with my whimpers and moans as he continues to work me.
"Play with your tits, Sophie. I want to see you touch yourself."
Immediately my hands move to my breasts, rubbing and squeezing.
"Pinch them."
I do, and at the same time, Matt falls to his knees. I scream in ecstasy as his tongue takes the place of his fingers. It's like nothing I've ever experienced. The intensity is overwhelming as I try to back away, but his grip is unrelenting. It's as his licks turn to nips and bites that I lose control.
Falling back to the mattress, my entire body convulses as he laps my essence.
Matt
Her come is the sweetest honey I've ever tasted. With my arm over her hips, Sophie continues to buck as I lick and suck. I could stay here all night with my face buried in her perfect pink pussy if it weren't for my aching dick.
"Shit, Matt. That was...that was..." Sophie's eyes are glazed with the undeniable sparkle that only comes with a remarkable orgasm. Her voice fades away as she searches for the right word.
"Amazing, spectacular, the sweetest come I've ever tasted."
Releasing my pants, I push them down along with my boxers as I fall on top of her. Keeping my weight on my elbows, I climb up her body, kissing her flawless skin as I propel her farther up the mattress.
"Kiss me. I want you to see how great you taste."
I don't know if I expected her to be tentative, but she isn't. As soon as our lips touch, Sophie’s tongue probes my lips, seeking out her own essence. "You like that? You like your come?"
Sophie's face tilts as her brows lift. "I think I'd like yours better."
I lift my hips. My cock is hard as stone and pointing near my belly button. "Sophie, I want to take you. Remember what I said—once we do this, you're mine."
She pulls my face close and licks my chin. "I already am."
Reaching down, I fist my shaft. I'm not sure I've ever been this hard. The tip of my dick is slick from the come that has leaked out. I know her pussy is wet and ready, but I'm still concerned that my size will hurt her.
As I line up my cock with her entrance, Sophie reaches down and strokes it once and then twice.
"Can I see you? You feel so big."
I shake my head. "I am. I'll let you see after we're done. I don't want my size to scare you."
Her fingers try to surround me. "It already does."
"Don't let it. I promised you to make it good."
I watch as she blinks. My cock rubs over her clit and her folds.
"Tell me when you're ready."
"I'm ready."
I ease inside just a little, watching her expression, the way her pretty pink lips form the perfect “O.” “It'll be good. First, I need to take what you’ve saved for me. I’m going to pop your cherry. I'll make it quick.”
She nods, her eyes wide in wonder as I kiss her nose. "Breathe for me."
As her tits push toward me, I plunge, deep and fast. Her pussy is so tight, I feel like I'm forcing myself into a condom three sizes too small. She's strangling me, and it's the most painful pleasure I've ever felt. I'm not all the way in when I meet resistance, the cherry she left for me that was mine since I first met her.
Sophie’s body tenses as I push through, going where no one has gone before.
I kiss a tear from her cheek. "That was it, Sophie. Now let me make it b
etter."
She doesn't speak, but she doesn't argue as I begin to move. In and out. Slowly, her pussy releases its death grip of my cock. Her come lets me move with ease, and soon she's moving too. Her back arches as her body moves in rhythm with mine.
I take turns between kissing her neck and sucking her tight-beaded nipples while my fingers reach between us and flick her oversensitive clit. Every time I do, small detonations go off as her core muscles twitch. But it isn't until our rhythm increases and both of our breathing labors that I know I have her on the brink of the best orgasm of her life.
"That's it. I want you to come. I want you to come all over me."
A few more thrusts and she does. Again, she's strangling me from within. Wave after wave of contractions. It's more than I can take as I explode.
Years of watching and waiting have built into a never-ending fountain as I fill her with my seed. Her whimpers and my grunts fill the air. We're crazy people as we both come apart.
When I'm finally done, I fall over her, my arms keeping most of my weight off of her.
I smooth her blonde hair away from her face and wait. Slowly, her eyes open.
“That,” she says, her voice shaky. “Earlier...but that..."
I don't pull out, loving the way her pussy holds me. "I promised to make it good."
She shakes her head. "You lied."
"What?"
Her small hand reaches to my cheek. "It wasn't good, Matt. It was fucking fantastic."
"You know it's official now. No denying that you're mine?"
"I think I've known that for most of my life. I just didn't believe it would ever happen."
"Sophie, we didn't talk about protection. Are you on the pill? I know some girls take it to regulate…” My words still as her smile fades. “What is it?”
“Is this another time when I can't apologize?”
“Yes. Protection isn’t all your responsibility. I knew what the fuck I was doing. Honestly, I want to hear that you're not on the pill. I want to think my baby could be growing inside of you right now."
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