Forbidden

by Vanessa Devereaux

  “Okay, you’ve convinced me.”

  “I’ll just go and get the camera and we’ll get started.”

  Maggie was shaking. Should she tell Jon she was shy about being filmed having sex? She’d never done anything like this before.

  She sat on the bed. It was just for her and Jon so what was she worrying about? And it was his fantasy. Everyone deserved to live it out once in their lives. Maybe it would turn into her fantasy too. After all, this vacation had turned into one long one.

  She turned when Jon entered the room and sat the tripod down in front of the bed. He looked through the viewfinder and adjusted the focus. “Perfect. Let’s get undressed so we don’t waste time on the not-so-good stuff.”

  Maggie stripped while Jon did the same, placing a pile of condoms on the bedside table.

  “You ready?” he asked.

  “Ready as I’ll ever be.” She was really going to do this, no turning back now. And after all, it was just for Jon and her. A little memento of her visit to the Spanish island.

  Jon pressed the record button on the video camera and then raced over to join Maggie at the foot of the bed. They kissed as Jon played with her nipples. She slid her arms around him, then rested them on his butt.

  “Just pretend the camera isn’t there,” he whispered to her.

  This was Jon’s fantasy, so he deserved an extra treat for the film. Like her shoes, it would be something to remember their time together. He could watch the tape over and over again, relive it and think of her even though she’d be miles away.

  Maggie got down on her knees and began playing with Jon’s balls and cock.

  The camera lens was directed right at her and she hoped Jon would get a hard-on every time he watched the tape. She licked the entire length of his shaft before taking its tip into her mouth.

  Jon groaned and ran his hands over the top of her head. She took him into her mouth inch by inch. Each time she did Jon moaned and murmured something she couldn’t quite hear.

  She knew she’d get turned on hearing his groans each time she played the tape and that would make it even sexier.

  Maggie licked and sucked him, knowing by the way he was moving his feet and rubbing her head that it was arousing him like never before. She sucked harder, taking his entire length deep in her mouth.

  “God, Maggie, you’re going to drive me over the edge tonight.” He was pulsating in her mouth, thrusting ever so gently towards the back of her throat.

  “Maggie…” He sounded almost hoarse now. “Time to decide if you want to swallow or not, I’m close…fuck…really close.”

  She’d sensed that. She gave him one final lick and suck, hoping that would push him over the edge, then gently let his cock slip out of her mouth. Seconds later Jon ejaculated onto her right breast. She took a deep breath. She was getting as much satisfaction out of pleasuring Jon with her mouth as he obviously was. Naughty, but so much fun. Maybe that’s why so many women opted for younger guys. It was like learning to live all over again.

  She looked up at him. His chest had sweat on it. He was tanned and gorgeous. On top of that, she was starring in a movie with him. She glanced into the lens. This moment would be captured forever. No turning back and no regrets.

  She stood.

  “How was that?” she asked.

  “Almost too much for me to take. Sit on the bed and put your feet up on the edge of the bed frame.”

  Maggie had an idea of what was in store for her. She did as he requested, feeling suddenly shy that the camera was focused right between her legs. Jon pushed her legs apart before kneeling down in front of her.

  “Enjoy what’s coming your way,” he said, spreading her labia with his fingers.

  She leant back while Jon licked her clit several times, sending zings of electricity shooting into her pussy. He playfully nipped at her with the very tip of his front teeth and lapped at her like someone enjoying a frozen treat on a stick. The man had a magical tongue. It entered her, taking by surprise. Her head went back and her chin shot up in the air as she groaned.

  The stubble on his chin rubbed against her clit as his tongue plunged in and out of her pussy. He was going deeper than the first time he’d done this to her and she wasn’t sure if she could stand any more. She grabbed the bed sheets and murmured Jon’s name over and over again.

  One last hard plunge was all it took for her to cry out and shake.

  Jon crept up her body while reaching for one of the condoms. “And before you ask, yes, don’t worry. You have a flood pumping from your pussy.”

  He knelt beside her, slipping on the condom before pushing her legs wide apart and entering her. “Did I ever tell you, you’re the sexiest grandma I ever met,” he said, starting to thrust into her.

  “And am I the best one you ever fucked?” Maggie asked.

  “So far, yes.”

  “You plan on having sex with more grandmas?”

  “Don’t think so. If they’re all like you and need to be fucked as often as you do, I’d be a dead man from all the work.”

  She lifted her butt and wrapped her legs around his waist, sending his cock sliding towards the back of her pussy. He lifted her thighs and pulled them higher, allowing her to experience his cock filling her to the max. He thrust like no man she’d known before, his legs slapping into hers and his fingers digging into her thighs.

  She took short, deep breaths, knowing he’d give her an orgasm any second. It happened on his next thrust, his on the fourth after that. As their now usual tradition, he stayed inside her, pressing his body gently on top of her but making sure he took most of its weight.

  “As we’re on film and so I can get it for the record, can I just say you’re the best lover I’ve ever had?” Maggie said.

  * * * *

  Jon hadn’t realised just what a turn-on the video camera could be. They’d played the video back and been so aroused by what they’d seen and heard that they’d made love again. Now they were playing it again while he had Maggie flattened against one of the bedposts as they listened to her crying out on the film during the part where he’d been stimulating her orally.

  He kissed the base of her neck while rolling both her nipples between his finger and thumb. Could her tits get any harder? He doubted it. He nipped at her back, letting his hands roam all over her butt.

  And what an ass it was, not flat and skinny but with enough fat to make it soft and round, just right for a little tap. He slapped it and Maggie giggled. Next he ran his finger down her crack, tapping her anus before letting two fingers wander into her pussy. He pulled its sides apart, stretching her in the process and feeling himself get harder as she groaned, her forehead now resting against the bedpost.

  He grabbed one of her breasts and engulfed it with his hand as he slid inside her. “Tell me what you’re feeling, Maggie, not physically but emotionally.”

  “I’m happy, happy that I agreed to have sex with you. Happy that you find me so attractive.”

  “Are you going to miss me, miss me inside you?”

  “Don’t talk about that now.”

  “Okay.” He kissed her neck, rammed his legs upwards and started to thrust into her. He held both her breasts and squeezed with almost a vice-like intensity, hoping he wasn’t hurting her.

  Her pussy was grabbing his cock like never before, almost pulsating as she cried out. He held her tight, knowing he was going to thrust hard and hoping she found it as much of a turn-on as he did. It took him five of them before he found release inside her.

  He rested his head on the back of her neck, his cock still buried deep inside her.

  He’d never planned to, in fact, it was the last thing he’d wanted, but he sensed he might be falling in love with her.

  Chapter Seven

  The way they made love had changed. When they’d first done their touchy feely thing, and the first time they’d had sex, it had been all about having a good fuck. And yes, they were still doing that but now it was done in a more gentle
and romantic way. The urgency of just getting to the orgasm bit had gone out the window. Now they kissed, lips lingering on one another for what seemed like ages. After sex, he stayed inside her longer while they giggled and rubbed noses. They held one another in each other’s arms to fall asleep and sometimes woke up like that.

  It was early morning.

  They’d decided to sleep in the guest room and leave the balcony window open to catch a few cool breezes. The light from the rising sun was beaming through it, casting its light across the bed. Ocean waves crashed in the distance and birds chirped outside the window. She rolled on to her side. Jon was still fast asleep. She wanted to stroke the side of his face but decided not to disturb him. She would just enjoy looking at him…observing him.

  She could quite get used to this. The warm climate, living close to a beach you could use almost three hundred and sixty-five days a year. And Jon, she could get into the habit of making love with him, having him wake up beside her every morning.

  Stop it, right now. It was stupid to even go down that road. Deep in her heart and despite him saying otherwise, Maggie sensed he just wanted a week of fucking her. Once she left the island, he’d probably come to his senses, realise what a fool he’d been to have sex with an older woman and on the rebound marry the first young girl he met.

  Isn’t that what always happened?

  It all sounded so depressing to her.

  She’d shower while Jon was asleep and then bring him breakfast in bed. Maggie got out of bed, trying her best not to disturb him. He turned slightly but then went back to his original position. She made her way to the en suite bathroom, almost slipping on the empty condom wrappers scattered across the floor. They were certainly keeping the company in business this week. Jon had run out of the supply he’d purchased a few days ago at the pharmacy but lucky for them he’d remembered he had a reserve stash in his bathroom cupboard. Maggie had laughed as he’d run across the patio in the buff to get them and then hurried back to her, holding the package of prophylactics like it was a trophy.

  She glanced in the bathroom mirror. Her cheeks were glowing like never before. She wasn’t sure if she was getting too much sun or if it was all the orgasms Jon was giving her. Maybe a little of both.

  Maggie opened the shower door and turned on the water, stepping into the unit and closing the door as softly as she could, hoping she hadn’t disturbed Jon.

  She let the water run over her chest, turned around and allowed it to pulsate on her head, soaking her hair. She closed her eyes, feeling the water flow over her back. She turned around to face the water, eyes closed.

  The latch on the shower door clicked open, and she was pulled in close to a body. The tip of a cock pressed into the base of her spine.

  “I’m sorry if I woke you,” she said without turning around.

  “I’m not,” Jon said, before he kissed the nape of her neck.

  “I thought I’d shower and then bring you breakfast in bed.”

  “You want me to wash you?”

  Maggie blinked. Sounded like heaven. She reached for the shower gel, turned around and handed it to Jon. He squeezed some into his left palm, then rubbed his hands together, working up a heavy lather that he smoothed onto Maggie’s breasts.

  He worked in circles, travelling inwards until his palms were over her nipples. He pressed harder, soaping her belly, then her legs. He turned her and soaped her ass and back. The heat from the water intensified the fragrance of the herbal shower gel. She took a deep breath, knowing when she smelled it at home in her own shower, she’d think of Jon and this moment in time.

  He turned, soapy hands sliding between her legs. Cock rock hard, Jon lifted one of her legs and placed her foot on the rack that held soaps and shampoos.

  She’d never had sex in the shower before. Well, she hoped that’s what Jon had in mind for them. She’d read a couple of books with scenes where couples had sex in the shower. They’d sounded highly improbable, with the couple getting into positions no normal human being could. The other type was humorous, with the hero slipping on a bar of soap.

  He’d brought a condom into the shower with them and tore open the package. He ran a finger over her opening before sliding his cock into her. He backed her up against the tiled wall of the shower and began a slow easy thrust. He kissed her as she moaned and drove deeper inside her.

  The combination of the water beating on her chest and Jon’s cock sliding in and out took her over the edge. She clung to him, shaking as her orgasm took her by surprise. A steady burn took hold in her pussy.

  Jon kissed her as he drove hard and climaxed too. He slid out of her, turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her. He carried her to the bed and set her down. “How about I have you as my breakfast in bed?”

  * * * *

  He didn’t want to bring up the subject but they had to face it. They had just two days and nights left before his mother returned from Spain. And one thing he wasn’t ready to face was that, in ten days, Maggie would return to Maine.

  “I think we should break the news to her gently,” Jon said over lunch at the café on the beach where they’d enjoyed the paella and the oh-so-romantic evening. “Yes, she might be shocked at first, but I think when the news sets in she’s going to be excited about it.”

  “Maybe you should tell her without me being there,” Maggie said.

  “If that’s what you want.”

  “Well, not really. I mean, I’d still be happier if you waited until after I’ve gone home.”

  “I could but what’s she going to think when she sees you walking into my apartment and not coming out until morning?”

  “We should make tomorrow night our last one together.”

  He slid his hand across the table and covered Maggie’s. “I want you spending every night in my bed for the rest of the time you’re here. I’ll tell her when she comes back. Now, I have to go check on some patients at the clinic and remove some sutures from a guy’s foot. You want to come and see where I work?”

  “Sure, I’d love to.”

  * * * *

  Only after she’d sat in the lounge and skimmed through the magazines did Maggie realise she should have brought her book along with her. Every piece of reading material here was in Spanish. Still, she could look at the photos. Lots of them were of American celebrities but she couldn’t understand the captions. Maybe she should get more serious about learning Spanish.

  She looked up when she heard Jon’s voice. He’d changed into his scrubs and had his stethoscope around his neck. Maggie smiled. Shit, he looked so hot. He was putting a file back in the organiser on the wall and she could tell that a couple of the female patients were eyeing him, whispering and giggling as they checked him out.

  Jon looked Maggie’s way and winked at her before he disappeared down a corridor. The two females in question looked over at her and said something in Spanish that she obviously didn’t understand so she just smiled back at them, hoping they hadn’t said anything insulting.

  Julie had to be so proud of her son for following in his father and grandfather’s footsteps. Maggie flipped through the pages of the magazine again. How was her friend going to react to the news she and Jon were… Well, what were they? Friends with benefits. Isn’t that what you called people who just liked fucking and one another’s company?

  Is that how Jon saw their relationship? Would he explain it like that to his mother? Shit, that sounded horrible. Dirty even. The two of them having sex and… Julie would be mortified. She wasn’t old-fashioned but she’d always placed Jon on a pedestal. All mothers did that to their offspring, right? Maggie hoped Julie wouldn’t think Maggie had encouraged him in this arrangement.

  “You ready to go shopping for your sexy outfit?”

  Maggie had been so deep in thought she hadn’t realised Jon was crouching down beside her.

  “Yes, sure.”

  “You look sad all of a sudden. You miss me?”

  She looked at him
. He was gorgeous. How was she ever going to say goodbye to him?

  * * * *

  Maggie stared at the bag sitting on the bed. After they’d left the clinic, she and Jon had headed back in to town where she’d gone to the store and bought the black lace garter belt, panties, stockings and bra. She’d told Jon to light some candles and wait for her in the bedroom at his apartment.

  She took off her bathrobe, spritzed some perfume over her body, and then slipped on the garter belt. She’d worn one of these things only once before and that had been on her first wedding anniversary when she’d bought one as a treat for Mike. She’d told him she was going to wear one every anniversary until she was a senior. Of course, the following year she’d been six months pregnant with Katie and had hardly been in the mood or the shape for it. The tradition had been quickly broken and she’d never got back to it.

  Maggie slipped on the stockings, careful not to put her fingers through the sheer material. Next came the bra. It too was black lace, see-through, underwired and…

  Oh my. She glanced in the mirror. She should have bought a bigger size. Her breasts spilled over the top with the upper half of her nipples and their areolas on show. But then again, maybe Jon would like the view.

  * * * *

  The door was open, and she walked through the living room to the bedroom to see that Jon had lit not one or two candles but what looked like a dozen, all flickering around various spots in the room. It was the most romantic thing she’d ever seen. On the bed sat a single red rose. Jon was under the sheets with just his bare chest on full display.

  “What took you so long?” he asked.

  “I had to get dressed.” Maggie slipped off the robe and let it fall to the ground.

  “Did you hear that?”

  “What?”

  “The sound of my cock hitting the sheet when it sprang up.”

  She walked to the bed and sat down, brimming with pride that she could get dressed like this and make a young guy so horny in the process. “Hope it didn’t get hurt because you’ll be using it a lot tonight.”