“Yes! Please make me yours, David. I want to be yours. I need to be yours.” I wail against his shoulder as he extends my climax for as long as he can. While I struggle to catch my breath, he slows his attentions and presses his forehead against mine.
“I have a house in Vermont. Tell Kelsey you’re mad at her for ditching you tonight and you’re leaving for Montreal with your Dad, after all. I’ll pick you up at the train station tomorrow morning and we can drive to Vermont. We can stay there until the New Year.” He doesn’t sound like he’s asking, but it doesn’t matter, I am willing to do whatever he wants.
“Trains don’t travel direct from Boston to Montreal, it would take me back to New York.” I look up at him, still flushed and dewy from my orgasm.
“She’ll think I’m going back to New York to see Justin and try to tag along.”
He thinks long and hard for a few seconds, then concedes. “You’re right, but that works out better. I’ll come pick you up in the morning. We’ll say I’m going to my house in Vermont and taking you to Burlington, where you can take the bus to Montreal. It’s the least I can do after what Kelsey did to you. No one is going to suspect anything. I know what they think of me.” He slides over and kisses me again.
“Does 9:00 am work for you?”
“It works perfectly.” I look at myself in the mirror one more time to make sure I don’t appear too disheveled, kiss him then jump out of the car. He walks me to the door and behaves himself in case anyone is peeking out the window but reminds me he’ll text me before he arrives in the morning.
Kelsey is waiting for me in the guest bedroom. She is in her pajamas and her eyes are swollen from crying.
“Were you with Justin?” She snivels as she tries to control her sobbing.
“Justin? Jesus, no, I was with your Dad. He just dropped me off. Thank you, so much for just ditching me.” I walk into the restroom to undress.
“With my Dad? I don’t believe you! I’ve been on the phone with my Dad for the last half-hour and you weren’t with him!” She lies, trying to catch me in lie.
“You were on the phone with your father? Dr. David Boorman? No, you were not, because he just dropped me off. What the fuck’s wrong with you? Do you think you’re going to catch me lying by lying yourself?” I shut the bathroom door.
“Fine! Did Justin call you?” She tries to change the subject, but I am pissed. No, I’m furious.
“He text. I know about your reasons for getting me up here. You should have just told me the truth. I have absolutely no interest in getting together with him.” After I finish changing, I bring my luggage out and start re-packing my things.
“What are you doing? You can’t leave, Lea!” Kelsey cries again.
“I’m not spending Christmas with you. First, you pull that bullshit with Justin, and then you leave me with your Dad. You hardly spoke two words over dinner and then you ditched both of us.” As I reach for items to throw in my bag, I grab my phone and notice David has sent me a text.
“But you can’t spend Christmas by yourself!”
“I’m going to Montreal. My Dad isn’t happy I came here and since your father is driving to Vermont tomorrow, he offered to drive me to Burlington. I can take a bus over the border from there. I’m leaving with him in the morning.” I walk back into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed.
Wanting to read David’s text, I push her out of the room.
“I need to go to bed, Kelsey. I’m not in the mood to hear your Justin bullshit tonight. You wanted him. You’ve got him.”
She’s still crying when I lock the door on her, but I am certain it has nothing to do with me. Excited to see what David might have written, I fly on to the bed and reach for my phone.
Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Can’t wait to be with you. D.
A warm feeling rushes over me as I think about his mouth on my nipples and his finger inside me. I can still smell his cologne on me when I crawl under the covers and imagine how it’s going to feel when he pushes his dick into me.
The thought alone makes me shudder and smile. I am 19-years-old and plotting to lose my virginity to a 40-year-old man, a physics professor, my best friend’s father and all I can think about is trying to guess the size of his cock.
The morning can’t come soon enough.
Chapter 5
The drive to Vermont is pretty uneventful. We try to keep our hands to ourselves, knowing that once we start things, we won’t be able to stop. David’s house is just outside Stowe, far enough from the slopes to be peaceful but close enough to still be caught up in all the Christmas celebrations. When we arrive, he shows me around his very cozy cabin then invites me to lunch. Taking me into his arms he suggests we eat and grab some groceries before the heavier snows come in.
“Are we going to be snowed in tonight?” I suddenly feel worried. It’s been years since I’ve been snowed in and all my experiences are rotten. Of course, there had been no promises of endless fornication during those instances, only my parents screaming at each other for not buying enough alcohol to get them through it.
“We might. Would that be so terrible?” He kisses me tenderly letting his hands roam underneath my sweater, caressing my back. The feel of his fingers moving across my skin make my nipples harden in anticipation of what’s to come.
“Nope. As long as we have enough food and firewood, I’m good.” I allow my hands to crawl up his chest. At 6’5, he is a whole foot taller than me and when I stand next to him, I feel overwhelmed by his masculinity. Although he isn’t broad and muscular, he’s lean, and powerful. He’s obviously been spending some time at the MIT gym in between teaching his classes.
After lunch we grab groceries and rush back to the cabin. Since the snow is falling heavier, and the cabin is becoming chilly, David lights the fireplaces while I take a hot bath in his antique tub.
I feel eager and anxious about what’s about to happen. There is no way he is going to wait until the evening to get down to business. He has been so good all day, but I can tell by the look in his eyes and the bulge in his pants that he is nearing the edge of his will power. I am still washing up when I hear a knock on the bathroom door.
“Lea, may I come in?” His voice shakes, which is unusual for him. He always sounds so confident around me.
“Sure.” I’m naked and there aren’t any bubbles for me to hide underneath, but he will be seeing me soon, anyway.
He walks in nervously, trying not to get too close to the tub. The steam coming off the water fogs up his glasses, making him promptly take them off.
“Do you think you could hand me that towel?” I decide to make the first move. It’s obvious he’s having some anxiety and needs a push.
He walks closer getting an eyeful as he tries carefully to pass me the bath towel without seeming too eager. Thanking him, I stand and wrap the towel around me, allowing him to get a nice view of my entire figure before covering it up.
His mouth falls open.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” He offers me his hand to help me out of the tub, pulling me close to his body. Once I’m steady, he lifts me and carries me into his bedroom.
The room is warm from the roaring fire and the windows are frosted from the ice and snow falling outside. I sit in the center of the bed with my stomach twisting in knots as I watch him undress as fast as he can. His body is long and lean, while his arms and abdomen are slightly muscular. The more he reveals the more turned on I become.
I remove the towel and stand up on my knees, waiting for him to join me on the bed. Then suddenly he slides off his boxers and I get my first look at the instrument he’s about to shove inside me.
“David…” My heart skips a beat. His cock is massive. I don’t have a measuring tape with me, but it’s scary enough to make me slide back on the bed in fear.
Chapter 6
“Lea, come here.” He takes my hand, unraveling the covers underneath us, and climbs in bed with me.
Trailing his hands across my to
rso, he hugs every curve before dipping his head and latching on to one of my nipples. I coo with delight as he suckles hard while cupping both breasts. While he flicks the tips with his tongue, I struggle to control my breathing, as my head spins with desire. Wanting to touch him, I run my hands down his long back, raking my fingers through his dark hair and push his head down on my breast, desperate to feel him suck me deeper. He has so much of my nipple in his mouth, I fantasize I have milk to offer.
When I don’t think I can take anymore, he quickly slides down to my crotch and spreads my thighs wide. My senses are reeling, but I grow nervous as I feel his hot breath near my pussy. I’ve dreamt of him going down on me for so long, I’m afraid I’ll faint from excitement. He takes one small lick, before I feel his tongue dive deep between my soaked lips. Overcome by a sensation I’ve never felt before, I cry out, calling his name and jerking my hips off the mattress.
“Oh God, David! Yes!” His tongue feathers my clit, stroking it roughly as I bounce my hips off the mattress, ceding to one climax after another. An incredible multi-tasker, he fingers me with two fingers, pushing them up and in while his thumb and tongue continue strumming my sweet spot.
“David, I’m cumming! Your mouth feels so good.” I try to calm down when he moves over me and covers me with his body.
“You’re so beautiful when you cum. Do you want me, Lea?” He whispers in my ear. His tone is soft and enticing.
“I do, David. I want you.”
“Not just tonight, Lea. I want you to be mine. I want you to move to Boston. I want you to be my wife and have my babies. If we make love, I don’t think I can ever let you go.”
He doesn’t sound scary. He sounds determined. I’m overwhelmed by what he’s saying, but his cock is pushing through my slit and the sensation is torture.
I want him. I want to be with him, maybe always. That’s all I know.
“I want to be yours, David. In every way.” I feel his bare cock slowly push inside me, and it hits me. He wants to get me pregnant and I’ve just given him my permission. When that realization doesn’t change my mind, I know it’s what I want too.
David spreads my thighs wider and kneels between them. As he pushes in, his girth stretches me, making both of us moan and huff when he bumps into my hymen.
I jump at the pain and he lowers his head to kiss my knee.
“I’m sorry, Lea. I don’t think I can’t keep it from hurting you.”
“I know. Just go slow, if you can.” I brace myself for this invasion, but it’s useless. David thrusts in three times, before he finally breaks through and pushes his incredible length all the way inside me.
My legs freeze from the pain and I whimper loudly from the shock of it. He feels huge inside me, larger than I ever imagined. His fat cock is forcing itself in, widening my walls and stretching me open. When he notices my agony, he holds still inside me, and rubs my clit, helping to ease his path and enhance my pleasure. But instead of relaxing me, his strumming makes my pussy clench down on his cock, turning the friction into a maddening mix of pain and ecstasy.
“Lea, you’re so tight. I’m so sorry I’m hurting you, but you feel so good.”
His looks of remorse are not very convincing. David is in heaven and can’t stop thrusting into me. Before long, the sweet friction makes my hips rock helplessly into his and my pussy spasm against his cock.
“Fuck, David, I’m cumming! It feels so good...your cock feels so good inside me.”
The first wave hits me just as David slows down and swells even larger inside me. He struggles to hold out longer, caressing my waist, showering me with fiery kisses and squeezing my ass with his huge hands. When he can’t stand it any longer, he brings his body down on mine and clasps my hands tightly
As the second wave tears through me, pushing my hips wildly into his, he thrust all the way inside me and empties a flood of cum into my womb.
“Baby, I’m cumming. Lea, I’m cumming so deep inside you.” He grunts as he unleashes everything he has, then stays inside me while he kisses my neck and chest, still struggling to recapture his breath.
When he finally pulls out of me, he gazes at me lovingly for what seems like minutes.
“What’s the matter, do I look terrible?” I stare at him and smile sheepishly, believing I must look like a sweaty mess.
“Of course not, you look beautiful. You are beautiful. I love you, Lea. I should have said that before, but it seemed contrived. I love you.” He pulls me into his arms and spoons me.
“I love you, too.” I nestle into him and think about something.
“David?”
“Yes?”
“What are we going to tell everyone if I’m pregnant? I’m supposed to be in Montreal right now.” I look over my shoulder at him and he frowns.
“I’m not letting anyone ruin this for us. We’re consenting adults. I was thinking that there is a high probability that you will be pregnant before this snowstorm is over and if not by then, before the holidays are through. We can get married here on New Year’s Eve, by ourselves without all the drama. Unless you want a big wedding?” He puts his chin on my shoulder.
“Did you propose? I don’t remember you proposing.” I narrow my eyes and smirk.
“But no, I don’t want a big wedding. I don’t want my parents attending.” I turn over to face him.
“In a way I did, but I’ll do it again officially before then, I promise. I’ll help you transfer to a school in Boston, but you’ll have to skip the fall if you are pregnant. Are you okay with that?” He presses his forehead against mine before kissing it.
“I am. You seem to have given all of this a lot of thought, Dr. Boorman.” I nuzzle into his chest, amazed by how many details he’s worked out in his head so quickly.
“I don’t like to brag, but I do have a high IQ. Plus, I’ve been fantasizing about being with you ever since I first kissed you at the museum. I never met a girl who knew so much about small primates and had such gorgeous round breasts before.” He laughs as he turns me over, spoons me tightly and squeezes both my breasts from behind.
“Oh David, that is the most romantic thing I have ever heard.”
Epilogue
Conclusion
We were married on New Year’s Eve in a rustic chapel in Stowe. It was just us and some local people who served as our witnesses. It was exactly what we wanted. Thinking about the peace, the snow and the love that blossomed so quickly between us, still takes my breath away. It was a gorgeous night, but every day since has been even more wonderful.
Luckily, David pulled some strings to get my transfer from Columbia to Boston College before the start of the spring semester, preventing me from having to skip two semesters that first year. We told our families the news after we returned to Boston and we were met with a mixed reception.
Kelsey’s mom was thrilled. She thought we made an excellent match. My mother could not have cared less, and my father was horrified that I married a man twenty years my senior. When I reminded him that his last two wives were more than twenty years younger than him, he remained undeterred in his opposition.
Kelsey was pissed at first, certain that it was payback for stealing Justin. But she came to her senses and realized she was being ridiculous.
It was obvious I was in love with her father and when she found out we were expecting, she decided I wouldn’t have gone to so much trouble just to exact some kind of twisted revenge.
She was over her tantrum long before her little brother was born and although I don’t trust her to babysit, she tries to be a good big sister and makes the trip from New York to visit him and us once a month.
As for us, we couldn’t be happier. Three years later, we have another baby on the way and when I’m not living the life of a pampered, adored wife, I attend graduate school, and chase after a little boy who takes after his father—much too tall and far too smart for his own good.
I’m sure he’ll drive some lucky girl crazy one day.
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