My Forbidden Mentor

by Laura Mills

  After closing the door he stepped over to the bed and sat on the edge, motioning her over to him. She stood between his thighs that were opened wide, waiting and wondering. A silent moment fell between them as mutual desire flared in the mirroring of their eyes. In growing anticipation John’s fingers found the beginning of the many laces trailing along her backside. The pace of loosening them grew feverish when inch by glorious inch each layer of clothing that peeled away exposed skin made of tawny satin.

  Melissa tried sweeping aside her tumbling clothing but the effort backfired when a snowy ruffle caught around the heel of her boot. Reaching out for the closest proximity to balance on landed her hands upon John’s shoulders. When she dared to straighten and settled her eyes on his she found a heavy lidded gaze that rested not on her face but on her bare breasts.

  Her breasts were succulent, pleasantly rounded and full with blushing tips that firmed before him, luring him to take hold. He grasped the sides of her waist to help her balance and also to steer her in his direction so his mouth could meet with one of those tantalizing peaks. Gentle and precise, his tongue flickered back and forth across an extending nipple, testing her reaction. Her moan in response caused his eyes to lift as he eased her nipple into his mouth.

  She found aching hunger in those eyes as he suckled on her, a yearning fighting for possession of her body, and the thought of being possessed by him released a ripple of heat that seared. In sheer abandonment her back arched and her body strained forward, not wanting to lose contact with his conquering mouth. She heard him groan and saw his eyes close as he concentrated, keeping the tension of his mouth rhythmic and constant. The splendid torture continued when he gave a solid pull with his mouth, leaving her tingling before switching to another nipple eager for his attentions. Delicious sensations took over as Melissa embraced his dark silky head within her arms. Through a spinning haze she realized that this was something she had craved, John’s body loving hers.

  She was so lost in these new sensations that she hadn’t registered the two warm hands clutching and squeezing her behind before being lifted and placed on the bed.

  After taking off her boots and stockings, John stood above her and gave a seductive smile while unbuttoning his shirt. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined Melissa,” he told her and his confession made her eyes close and her breath shift.

  Full of bolstering need, taking time to undress became an undesired chore for John. In reaction, the sleeves of his shirt practically ripped off his arms. His boots were tossed, sliding and speeding, across the hardwood floor, and his fingers tugged and jerked at the leather tie confining his hair, finally managing to set it free. All that remained were his constraining trousers, which he chose to take off with careful consideration so as not to frighten her the first time seeing a naked male body, a highly aroused naked male body at that. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, standing still before her once again.

  Her eyes opened. She seemed oblivious to the commotion of his shedding of clothes. “The feel of your hair through my fingers,” she said, gaping at his broad chest laced with wisps of black hairs.

  “Is that all?” he asked, reaching for the buttons of his trousers.

  “How you will feel inside me,” it was a slip of her thoughts and not the reaction she had intended to give him. She tried replacing her shocked expression with a bold, sensual stare, but knew it was too late by the grin he’d shown.

  “You’ll find out soon sweetheart,” he said while his fingers continued undoing the buttons of his trousers.

  Her darkened cheeks caused him to reassure her. “Sweetheart, there isn’t a need to be embarrassed. What we’re doing is perfectly natural,” he told her, not able to take his eyes off her body, actually enjoying her naive reactions.

  With a flicker of candlelight her eyes caught sight of curling black hairs appearing at the opening of his trousers. Her gaze quickly shifted up to his face, but her curious mind couldn’t help itself. She wanted to see his male body and she didn’t want to feel shy about it. Her eyes fell, riveted on the very private part of his body he was about to expose.

  At that moment his trousers came free. His manhood sprang toward her and she was in awe at its magnificence. Hypnotized by its greeting appearance, she couldn’t help but comment. “You’re quite handsome John,” she told him and was actually surprised by how beautiful a man’s body could be.

  “Thank you,” he responded, relieved that she enjoyed his body instead of shying away. Pushing his trousers off, he climbed onto the bed next to her. Lying on his side, a warm hand glided along her outstretched body from her bosom to her thighs, followed by his mouth trailing kisses along the same path. Stopping at her thighs, he asked out of concern for her feelings, “Are you frightened of the pain?”

  Caring and considerate, he’d be a gentle lover as his compassion confirmed. Her eyes glossed over and she smiled at him. “A little,” she whispered.

  “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered back.

  He rose to kneel before her. Lifting her knees, he shifted them into a bent position, and then slid his palms down her inner thighs to part them wider. Before settling his body onto hers his gaze concentrated on her trusting features. Her eyes staring into his gave him the approval he wanted to see. He lowered himself above her, resting his weight on his elbows before noticing her distress. “What is it, sweetheart?”

  Melissa debated on whether or not to mention her concerns. Her virginity being no secret gave obvious meaning to an expected, non-existent performance, but Melissa wanted to satisfy him and make their experience worth it for him, the same as he was doing for her. The debating came to an end when he noticed her anguished features. “I want to be pleasing for you,” she confessed.

  Her admission surprised him. He’d already anticipated her to be anxious, this being her first time, but not worrying about pleasuring him. Didn’t she know that just seeing her naked body of lush curves pleased him beyond any dream he’d imagined? Making love to her had crossed his mind about a trillion times but even so, her concern touched him. “You are pleasing me,” he told her, watching the blush on her cheeks darken and her eyes close. His hands sank into her golden strands, cradling her head. “Melissa,” he said in a comforting tone as her eyes opened. “Being here with you, together like this, is enough. We can wait if you’re not ready.” Although he meant his words, he prayed he wouldn’t have to wait.

  “I’m ready John,” she announced with renewed confidence, trailing a finger from his forehead down a subtle path along the bridge of his nose and then over his full, soft lips.

  His mouth opened, capturing her finger between his teeth, and their eyes met. Her finger slipped out of his mouth and he kissed her in slow degrees, as if to savor each taste.

  His kisses lingered down her neck, his lips encountering the never-ending softness of her skin. Having her naked body beneath him, her voluptuous bosom crushing against his chest, her scent, fresh and flowery, drove him to increase their pace. Beginning with one hand dragging in leisure along her arching body, his fingers extended and searched to find her hidden entrance. By now her moans had gained volume sending his longing for her to dangerous grounds.

  Intent on replacing his fingers, he guided himself against her slick budded opening. His husky voice whispered in response of his motion. “I want you, Melissa. I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he told her.

  The need to connect with him on every level came on like a raging force. The fear of being her first time was fading. “Oh,” she cried aloud as the crown of his arousal taunted her. He wanted in and she didn’t want to wait any longer. Blurting through panted breaths, her words were reckless. “Stop teasing me, John, and come inside me,” she said.

  Her body twisted against his challenging his restraint. “Patience sweetheart. Have you forgotten you’re still a virgin?” he murmured, reminding her the first time was going to be different even though he agreed with her impatience.

  For Melissa not
hing mattered but having him inside her. “I can’t help it, you’re driving me mad,” she cried again, expressing frustration when her eyes found his.

  “You need to relax,” he advised and waited for her body to ease its anticipation. Cradling her head once again he braced himself for entry. His breathing turned ragged when first feeling her warmth enveloping around him. His eyes closed as he took in the sensations. Gradually he continued to ease himself deeper until a barrier stopped him. Feeling a stabbing of fingernails brace the skin of his shoulders, his eyes opened to witness a bewildered expression.

  Without saying a word, John chose to act instead of explain. He distracted her with his mouth while his lower body prepared to take her. He tested her by lifting his mouth away and when her mouth grew just as playful and just as eager, he decided she was ready. It was then that he pushed forward, applying a surefire thrust that pierced her maidenhead. His breath hitched when he was magnificently imprisoned by the blaze of her womb. Simultaneously he heard a muffled cry escape her. He looked down into hazel eyes opened wide and sweet lips pressing together to force away any more sound. He stayed still and didn’t move an inch. His eyes shut as his lips brushed over her chin. “Are you all right?” he asked against her honeyed cheek. Feeling her nod, his mouth drifted to her ear. “It won’t hurt like that again, I promise.” He tried to be soothing, knowing that she was hiding the full extent of the pain she was feeling.

  She began to calm down from her startled state. The sharper pain than she anticipated was beginning to lessen. As the initial pain faded, she was able to comprehend how substantially his body filled hers. Naturally her body accepted his, amazing her at how easily a man and woman could adjust to each other so intimately. The sensations of pain that were fading away were being replaced by a wanton urge to grasp at his life source. Releasing her gripped fingers from the muscles of his shoulders, they slid down his smooth back to firm buttocks, motioning him to proceed. “Please go on,” she told him in staggered breaths, wanting to feel the pleasure awaiting her.

  Their gaze upon each other intensified as their breaths mingled and he began moving inside her. Her imaginations of how this would feel didn’t compare at all to having him flesh to flesh. His caressing manhood created the beginnings of an insatiable appetite. A craving she hadn’t known existed until her forbidden mentor had made it possible.

  “Better?” he asked as his momentum sped up, sensing her enjoyment.

  “Yes,” she answered as her eyes were filling with passion and her hips were rising to meet his. Instinctually moving with him now, together their rhythmic moves were gradually climbing to a state of pounding fury. Melissa tried to take more of him by wrapping her legs around his lower back and pushing him even deeper.

  John groaned at her motion while kissing her swollen lips and murmured in ambitious exhalation, “Oh Melissa, I knew it would be good, but my God.”

  They intuitively formed together like mating parts, and being the only virgin he’d ever made love to, he had expected a different reaction, a naive, shy, follow his lead reaction, but as soon as the pain disappeared for her she responded without any apprehension, devouring every thrust, returning movements that said she wanted more, generating a burning feeling throughout his entire body.

  Becoming one with Melissa stirred his soul and that stirring escalated when Melissa’s golden head began tossing back and forth across the pillow as she called out to him.

  “Oh, John!” she released in a throaty wail from the pit of her stomach.

  As her fingernails braced his shoulders and her back began to arch, John’s body stiffened. His eyes involuntarily closed as his hands grabbed for her hips, pulling her against him as close as she could get. Reaching his climax split seconds after her, he exploded deep within, temporarily dousing the flames between them.

  They lay together, John still on top, their sweating bodies still connected, both trying to regain their natural breathing. Raising his head from the pillow, his lips went to her neck, planting tender kisses that tasted of her fragrant aroma. Her lips also reached for his neck, leaving trails of feathery kisses amongst the beaded sweat sticking to his skin. “That was wonderful,” she said near his ear.

  “You’re wonderful,” he told her as their lips found each other again.

  While savoring their kisses, Melissa thought she had indeed gone to heaven. He had opened a whole new world for her and she wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon. Just then his lips parted from hers, and pulling away from her, he left the bed and went to the washbasin. After cleansing himself, he came back and cleansed her as well.

  Admiring his sensitive actions, she asked, “Have you ever bedded a virgin before?”

  He was taken aback by her question and while finishing up, he answered, “No.”

  “Then how do you know what to do?” she asked.

  He knew what she was referring to, the gentleness, the knowing how painful it could be. He answered as he rinsed the cloth. “Robert’s had the experience once or twice. He’s shared his wisdom with me.”

  “Do you two discuss your conquests?” she asked out of interest as she was hoisting herself up on her side and holding her head in the palm of her hand.

  “Sometimes,” he told her, wanting to be honest with her, although he didn’t view her that way.

  Her curiosity tempted her to pry further. “Do you compare?” she asked and was interrupted.

  “I don’t think of you as a conquest,” he told her in a stern tone as he lay on the bed on his side next to her.

  Her hand skimmed over his arm and then her eyes found his. “What am I to you, then?”

  His hand caught hers and clasped them together. “Someone I truly care for,” he revealed, knowing she was beyond any experience he’d ever had. Making love to her only enhanced his unusual feelings.

  “Do you plan on making love to me often?” she asked.

  “I’d like to,” he answered.

  Raising their joined hands, she placed a kiss on his palm. “I’m not opposed,” she said with a smile.

  He smiled back, giving her hand a squeeze. “Have I got a little wanton on my hands?”

  Her smile widened and her hazel eyes sparkled through dark golden lashes. “Are you complaining?”

  He responded to her wittiness. “Not at all.”

  She reclined into him. “After all, you created her,” she purred, the sparkle in her eyes glowing dark and passionate. “I want you again, John.”

  “Mm. The feeling is mutual,” John groaned.

  They made love again, exploring each other with earthly passion until falling asleep.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Melissa awoke stretching from a glorious night of lovemaking. Looking over at the sleeping lord, her movements didn’t seem to disturb him until she attempted to lift his arm from her waist.

  “Where are you going?” he asked in muffled drowsiness, his arm returning possessively around her waist. He lay on his stomach, his head turned away from her.

  “I’ve got to get up, I’m famished,” she told him as he stayed silent. Figuring he had fallen back asleep since he hadn’t responded, she lifted his arm again.

  His head swung in her direction, with his eyes still closed and his mouth grinning. “I imagine we worked off supper, huh?”

  Melissa rose from the bed, smiling inside, while leaning over and asking, “Yes, are you hungry?”

  His eyes opened halfway, finding that her sweet face was close enough for him to kiss. “Yes, for you,” he replied as his hand was reaching for her bosom.

  She teased him by backing away so he couldn’t touch her. She was getting impatient. “John, a serious answer, please?” By now her stomach was ordering her to the kitchen.

  “Is food my only choice?” he asked, prolonging their discussion, finding their easy back and forth bantering an accepted comfort.

  “Why are you answering a question with a question?” she inquired as she came close to him again. “And, yes, at thi
s moment, food is your only choice.” This time her arms crossed over her bosom.

  Not to be detoured, he lifted onto one elbow. His hand cupped her cheek and he pulled her closer to him. Sleepy-eyed, he kissed her, feeling refreshed and alive. Whatever spell she had cast on him, he couldn’t get enough and he didn’t want it to end. Last night had changed something for him. The lovemaking was different, explosive, even doubling in degree of passion the second time, leaving him more confused than ever. These mixed-up feelings alarmed him, yet as alarming as they were he yearned for more.

  Her arms unfolded and her hands went to the bed for balance. She was delirious, no longer denying her true feelings for this handsome lord. She was beyond mere curiosity and making love with him had confirmed that.

  His lips left hers. “Good morning.”

  “Good morning,” she replied, breathless.

  His finger tapped the tip of her nose. “And yes, I’m famished.” The same finger went to her lips, tracing them. “May I have you for dessert?” he asked, his husky voice getting permission.

  Dizzy from their kissing, she began falling into a downward spiral toward his web of intrigue. His kiss had brought back too many wonderful memories from the night before, allowing her to barely decipher his question. “Yes, you may, but only if you’re good and eat all your breakfast.” She smiled in reaction to his happy features, giddy like a little boy.

  “Hurry back,” he whispered, his twinkling gray eyes following her naked body as she straightened and stepped over to the closet to retrieve her robe. Disappointed when she slipped the robe around herself, covering the source of his private inspection, her slight limp caught his attention instead when she stepped back toward him. It hit him then that she planned on fetching their breakfast, which meant taking the stairs. She gave him a smile as she unlocked the door and turned the knob. “Wait a moment,” he said.

  Startled, she stopped to face him. “Yes?”

  He shoved the blankets off himself and was swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked as he was reaching down to grab for his trousers.