Falling for the Seal

by Mia Ford

I laugh, “You and I. I hated you so much at the ranch.”

  “I don’t blame you. I’m a bit of a jerk when I drink.”

  “So, you know, and you keep doing it.”

  He doesn’t say a word; there’s something that happens every time. Something that stops him from talking to me and telling me exactly what’s on his mind. I thought that it was drinking, but then I started to think that it was losing his relatives. But there’s something else. It’s starting to make sense now why he doesn’t want to touch me; there’s someone else. Maybe a girlfriend and this is the reason for the photo in the hallway, but when I asked him about it. He just brushed me off. The same way that he’s doing it now. I don’t know what to think about him; sometimes it’s as if we get close and then he backs away. Whereas I’m like an open book. What you see is what you get!

  I see the sign and that there are a few people in the restaurant, which has glass walls. The place is starting to get busy as customers enter, but I love the waiters uniform with their white hats and matching shirts. It’s as if they’re bringing something old-fashion to the modern Houston.

  “Cool, this is the place right?”

  I ask as he parks and turns off the engine.

  “Yep, I’m kind of shocked that I’ve got parking nearby. Usually, it’s a struggle which is why I woke you up early. Sorry?”

  “You forget that I’m a cowgirl. I’m used to getting up early, besides seven-thirty is not exactly at the beginning of my book.”

  “Right this place has everything from irresistible croissants, every type of bread that you can think off and cookies too. And anything you don’t want right now. We can take with us. They have gift boxes because some people give them as gifts.”

  He gets out of the car, and I want to ask him before we enter. I’m dying to get it off my chest, and I didn’t want to say it while he was driving.

  “Is this where you bring all your girlfriends?”

  I get out of the car, and he asks, “Why do you think that?”

  “Oh, because of the picture in your apartment.”

  He clears his throat as he shuts the car door, “She wasn’t just my girlfriend. She was my fiancee.”

  Shoot, why didn’t I keep my big mouth shut?

  “I love coffee,” he lifts up his elbow for me to loop my hand in his, “This place has the best coffee, and you can see them working at the back of the bakery. If you want to take photos, then let me know.”

  “Let me guess; you’re a regular here too?”

  He raises an eyebrow, “How did you know?”

  I shake my head, “Do you ever just stay at home and eat?”

  “Where’s the fun in that?”

  Then as we arrive, he opens the door for me. I see that the interior has a mixture of steel and wood. There’s a mixture of people here, which I find weird because in town there’s a segregation between what the youngsters like and what the old folks do, but here it’s as if everyone’s just here enjoying the croissants, chocolate and everything else.

  “Isaac, I don’t even know what coffee to choose. It’s as if it’s in a different language?”

  He laughs, “Don’t worry, I’ll look after you. Is it okay if I order for you?”

  I nod my head because my hands still looped on to his and all I can think about is the fact that he said that he'd look after me. Is it just while I’m in Houston or is he thinking about doing it a little while longer?

  Chapter Nine

  Isaac

  This is our final night here, and I decide that I’d take her to my favorite restaurant, Louie’s. I took her shopping to buy a dress for the evening. I couldn’t believe how hot she looked in a black crossover dress. Everyone stared at her from the moment we walked into the restaurant.

  Olivia thought that they were staring because she was worried about what cutlery to use and not knowing what to order. Watching her innocence should annoy me, but it does the complete opposite, it just intrigues me even more. How she’ll react if I order things for her and what she’ll do if she doesn’t like it.

  There’s nothing about her that doesn’t surprise me, and I know that I'm not honest with her. I should tell her about Dede. Explain the reason why I started drinking “I can’t believe that I’ve seen so much in two days.”

  She slumps down on the sofa, and I see her dress ride her up the leg. It’s fully exposed, and I should take her now. I think that’s what she wants, but I can’t fucking tell.

  “There’s so much more to do.”

  She smiles, then pats for me to sit down next to her. “I know, but between the Children’s Museum, the Space Center, Aquarium and I’m never setting foot inside another zoo. That’s enough for now. Maybe next time if I can come here, you can show me more. And as for having breakfast at Common Bond Cafe, please let us do it again. I want to try some of their muffins and the rest of their croissants. Oh and the coffee menu. I'm curious as to what a drip coffee, flat white, lavender latte and a chai latte tastes like.”

  I laugh as I sit next to her. I move my cock out of the way and think about just talking to her. Nothing else. But then I can’t help but get distracted as her breasts start to glow in the moonlight.

  “As for this dress, when you bought it for me. I felt like Cinderella.”

  She looked so beautiful as the assistant told her to come out and show me. I found myself speechless, not because I didn’t think that she looked great in the dress. She looked better than great, but it brought back a painful memory. One of the time that I’d taken Dede there, and she’d done the same thing. I was on my phone, Dede told me that night that she could have been wearing a bag over her head and I wouldn’t have looked twice at her.

  I was consumed with work; I thought the woman I had at home was enough. We were going to get married; she was pregnant, everything was in place. I never knew that she was risking her life for me. I hate myself for not seeing the desperation in her actions. I hurt her so fucking badly that she died, just because of me.

  I can’t have another woman love me. I know that Olivia’s so easily blinded by my charm. She thinks that I’m this great guy if she knew the truth about me. She wouldn’t stay here; she would run away.

  I’m lost in my thoughts that I don’t say a word. If anything, she needs to go to bed alone. As far away from me as possible.

  “Thanks, Isaac,” she says as she gives me a kiss on the cheek and then she jumps up. I’m disappointed, but I don’t know what it is about her. Maybe it’s the fact that I know she’s working for granddad and he’s setting us up. I want her so fucking bad, and the temptation’s too strong.

  “I need to hit the showers.”

  “You look stunning in that dress.”

  “Really?”

  I nod my head, “Really.”

  “It’s just when you saw me in it; you just turned away. I was kind of worried that maybe it was too sexy for me.”

  Shit, she doesn’t have a clue about how hot she is, does she?

  I’m about to get up to get some water when she blurts out, “Anyway, I’m going to have a shower.”

  Shit, a shower without me, I can’t even respond to that. My cock’s rock hard as I watch her walk away and then as she enters the bedroom. I see that she doesn’t shut her door. That’s an invitation, but one that I shouldn’t take. Then, I hear her running the shower. She’s left that door open for me to.

  I hear to the open-plan kitchen and grab some water. I take a big sip of my drink, all the time thinking that this is granddad’s trap. He wants me to fall for her. I can’t do it. No, I fucking won’t. I feel as if I’m standing for hours debating about going into her room, but then as I hear the shower stop. I feel relieved that she didn’t stay in there any longer. She walks into the living room in a snow-white robe with her hair done up in a white towel; I almost shoot my load she looks so fucking hot! I don’t say anything as it seems our bodies are being pulled together as though magnetized.

  I walk to the living room; we stand to face
each other. No words are exchanged as our lips touch, rekindling the passionate memories of the other night’s kiss. I don’t think we can bring more passion to our lips, but we do. I want to devour her. My tongue feels like it’s wiggling around in liquid fire as we kiss.

  I want to reach down inside her robe but am afraid that she will stop me and end the enchantment. But I can’t stop myself from sliding my hand into the opening of her robe and touching her belly button.

  Instead of protesting she sighs loudly, “Yes.” She wants me to take her, but I don’t know if she knows what’s at stake. This isn’t by chance. Somewhere in the midst of it, we’ve been set-up, but I can’t resist her, not anymore. Especially, knowing that this is our last night together. I let my fingers move down her flat stomach. I feel a surge of excitement when my fingers touch her pussy hair. God, she is an old-fashion cowgirl. I touch the mound around her pussy. My cock throbs wildly!

  Olivia moans as my index finger locates her pussy lips. They are tight as I push my index finger inside her. The moan that escapes her causes my cock to bob up and down.

  The tip of my finger touches her clit. Olivia’s entire body shudders. Suddenly, her big breasts are pressing against my shirt.

  I start pumping my finger back and forth inside her moist, hot pussy as Olivia moans softly in her throat while I fuck her mouth with my tongue.

  I pull back from our embrace, this is wrong, she deserves better. She’s innocent isn’t she. That’s why I’ve been holding back. Not only because granddad’s been pushing us together, but because I know that she’s a virgin.

  “You’re a virgin, right?”

  “Yes,” she purrs as she wants me to take her once again.

  “Maybe we shouldn’t,” I say even though my cock is bouncing up and down wildly.

  “I want you, Isaac,” she says as she pulls her robe apart and steps out of it.

  The sight of her naked as she drops her robe to the floor flips on every sexual switch in my body that I can’t resist the temptation. I slowly take off my shirt, peeling away at it. Waiting to change my mind any moment, but I can’t as I unbuckle my belt and my pants drop to the ground. Her eyes grow larger as she sees my long fat cock jerking up and down. Without a word, I lift her into my arms and take her into my bedroom. I kiss her softly on her full perfect lips before lying her on her back.

  I have only eyes for her breasts and red haired crotch as I climb on top of her. I start to kiss her lips but my mouth diverts to her right nipple. I take it in my mouth and run my tongue over it.

  “Isaac, oh, Isaac,” she calls my name. My name’s rolling off her tongue is one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.

  With my mouth clamped over her nipple I reach down and guide the head of my cock to the tight lips of her young, unsullied pussy. I press the head against the quivering lips guarding the entrance to her pleasure hole. They block my entrance. I press down harder.

  Olivia moans as she tosses her head from side to side.

  The big head of my cock pries open the lips of her pussy slowly, gently. I get my first taste of the hot moist flesh that her tight lips are reluctantly giving me access to.

  I cry out with my mouth still enclosed around her nipple as the head of my cock enters her hot flesh. I try to be gentle, but my cock has tasted the pleasure between her legs and wants more. I hunch my hips downward. My cock head spears into her pussy smashing through her hymen.

  Olivia cries out as I drive my cock as deeper inside her pussy.

  “Shit, does it hurt?”

  She whimpers, “You’re so big.”

  I pull my cock out of her completely thinking that I must be hurting her and then I start to rub the head against her entrance and slowly enter her. She starts to hold on to me. She’s no longer crying out of pain, but only pleasure as I hold her hands and we’re on her bed. I’m rocking into her as her wetness eases me into her sweet innocent pussy.

  I start to change into powerful strokes as I can’t hold back my frustration any longer. “Yes!” she screams out as I know that her first orgasm’s starting to rip through her. She’s crying out as if her life depends on it.

  I shift an angle to penetrate her deeper and bring her closer to the edge, but I have no intention of stopping. Not until every I milk every drop of her climax over and over again.

  “Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” I blurt out as I start to pick up the pace. I grunt as I’m completely inside of her. There’s no holding back as I fill her up completely.

  I should have used a condom, but I couldn’t resist her. She was butt naked in front of me, fucking begging me to take her. She handed her virginity to me on a fucking plate.

  I start to tremble as if the animal inside of me has been set free. My strokes are no longer powerful, but quick thrusts as I can see that any minute I’ll be joining her as my body takes on a mind of its own.

  “Fuck, I’m coming!”

  I blurt out as her breasts rub against my chest. There’s a flash of heat that feels as if the whole fucking bedroom’s about to come apart as the bed bangs furiously against the wall. I can’t remember the last time I had sex. It’s been a while, my cock’s been practically dead with the amount that I’ve been drinking lately. Yet, it’s alive whenever Olivia’s near me.

  It seems to go on a lot longer than I thought it would as I keep thrusting into her and her cries have turned into screams of pleasure.

  That’s when I hear a rumble in my chest and my body stiffens, I slam into her so hard as my come spills inside of her. It fucking jerks so many times wanting her to milk every last piece of my come.

  I know that I should have been careful, I should have taken precaution, but I didn’t and as I stiffen and my cock keeps jerking I know that I’ve crossed the line. The one that I’ve fought so hard not to do.

  Finally, it comes to an end and I move to the side of her. I leave her naked body next to mine and I laugh, “God, that was good. I haven’t done that in so long.”

  I’m out of breath and trying to get my thoughts together, should I go to my room or just lie next to her. I haven’t done that with anyone, not since Dede died, the idea of it all makes me feel as if I’m cheating on her. I would never do that to the one woman that I’ve loved, but as I look at Olivia and see her innocence. She’s smiling as if all her dreams have come true.

  She wanted this, but before I was suspicious thinking that she knew granddad’s plan. She gently kisses me on the lips and says, “I’m so glad that I saved my virginity for someone special. I thought it would hurt, but I just feel alive now.”

  No one put her up to this, she’s attracted to me in a big way. I don’t know what to do, because I know that the last few days have been a reflection of the old me. The one that fell in love with Dede, but then that’s not the real me. The only one that exists is the one that broke her heart.

  Chapter 10

  Olivia

  I’m woken up by something soft and moist touching my back. Isaac’s lips, he’s wakening me up with kisses. I wait wanting to feel more kisses before I give in to his lustful desires. My wait is rewarded as his lips tattoo my shoulders and then lower back with moist spots as they move toward my butt. I wait, wanting to see how far downward he will plants his warm moist kisses. He doesn’t stop. At the last moment, I turn around so that his face is even with my crotch.

  “Naughty, naughty,” I say as I grab his hair and pull his face toward my patch of red pubic hair. Shoot! I should have shaved, but I never expected things to work out like this. I thought that Isaac wasn’t into me, but last night he proved me wrong. I expect him to refuse as he glances up into my eyes. He doesn’t. Suddenly. his tongue is wiggling between the tight lips of my pussy.

  I call out in unexpected pleasure. Suddenly I’m wild with lust as though I am alone. My inhibitions dissolve. I grab both my nipples and start twisting them as I hunch his face.

  Yet as good as his warm moist tongue is, my memories of his big cock surface and I reach down and lif
t his head. I pull on his shoulders. Isaac follows my directing. But his lips don’t make it to mine. They brush my finger and thumb from my left nipple. He opens his mouth to my throbbing nipple. I expect him to suck it. Instead he bits down on the tip.

  God, it hurts but feel good at the same time. I don’t try to stop him. His teeth are against my sensitive nipple have me hunching. Isaac takes this moment to guide his rock-hard cock to my crotch. I can feel the head of it throbbing.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me, Isaac,” I cry out crazy for his big cock inside me again where it belongs.

  Isaac isn’t gentle, not like he was last night. He spears the head of his cock into me. It’s as if he’s claiming me. I want him so badly, I want to be his.

  I hunch back even if it sends his big pulsing cock so deep into me that it hurts. I’m out of my mind with lust. Pleasure is flooding my mind from both my nipples and my pussy. I can’t believe that I was so confident last night. I went into the living room, wanting him to take me. He hesitated at first, but then he knew that this is what I want, and moreover this is exactly what he needs. Me. I was hoping that he felt the same way about me as I did him.

  “Isaac,” I chant his name. Suddenly I feel an electric current racing though my body. I’m having an orgasm. My God, I’m having an orgasm My body starts jerking like I’m having an epileptic fit.

  “I’m coming!”

  I don’t want it to end, but as he starts to pump me harder, I know that he’s going to come too. Damn! It’s only been one night, but yet I can’t get enough of him already.

  “Wow! You’re something else.”

  I just lie there looking up at him as he gets out of bed. Then he breaks away, the same thing that he does whenever we have a moment together.

  “Get showered and then we’ll head to the ranch.”

  “Together?”

  Because part of me feels as if he’s sending me away.

  He kisses me on the forehead like a child, “Yes, together.”

  “Neil, will be so happy. You know he’s like a father to me and I really want this to work.”