Dean froze, shocked by her admission. He didn’t laugh at her, as he hated it when he was younger and adults didn’t take his emotions seriously.
“Laura,” he said.
“Don’t do it," she begged. "Don’t be like them where you tell me I don’t know what I feel. I know what I feel and I love you.” He stopped her talking by taking off his shirt.
“I didn’t say anything,” he said, then took her hand and led her into the living room. The fire was crackling and he pulled her in front of him. Her dressing gown was still open and he pulled the rest off her shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
“Don’t be sorry. We can’t control whom we fall in love with,” he told her. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down until he’s stood in front of her fully naked. He watched as she gazed down at his cock. He knew he was large, but surely she’d seen something like this before.
“I’ve never been with anyone,” she said as she gazed at him with tears in her eyes. “I want you. I can’t stop thinking about you and it hurts here.” One of her hands pressed against her stomach.
Dean paused and growled out a curse. He saw her flinch when he reached out to her. “Don’t be afraid,” he said and held her close. His eyes closed when her pointed ni**les pressed against his chest. Her small hands wrapped around him, her scent invading his nostrils. She smelled of warm vanilla and strawberries. He guessed she used vanilla lotion and strawberry shampoo. Her gorgeous brown hair was silky to the touch.
Since the death of his first wife he’d never thought he’d be able to feel anything for another woman. Laura was different. They’d become close friends, but he didn’t love her. At least he didn’t think he did, but he wanted her and cared about her. The ache in his groin confirmed his suspicion. He should be tied up and horsewhipped for his feelings. The only consolation he felt was the fact he didn’t want to hurt her.
“I’m sorry,” she said again and he cut her off. He didn’t want to hear her apologies. His lips took hers and he kissed the apology away. She moaned and he felt her hands run up and down his back.
He took her hand and helped her down to the floor. She was shaking and he lay back watching the firelight dance and glow across her skin.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I want to be with you in every way.”
He closed his eyes.
“I know that this is a risk, but I won’t tell anyone. I’m twenty years old. I’m not underage and I know what I want.”
“You’re in college,” he growled and pulled away from her.
“I’ve got a few years left. Didn’t you have sex when you were my age? I love you, Dean, absolutely and completely. Please, I’m begging you. I know what I want,” she told him.
Her hands grabbed his c**k and Dean cursed. He didn’t pull away from her touch. Her eyes stared at his length and he couldn’t deny her anything. The connection between them was strong. What would happen if he rejected her? He wanted her. The horrid truth was he’d wanted her for far longer than this night. How could he be so selfish to take her virginity and not promise her anything? He’d promised himself he wouldn’t love another woman other than his wife.
Dean shook his head. Laura was an adult, a woman in her own right to be respected. Twenty years old wasn’t young. Even if that same age span was between them.
“Slowly,” he said. His decision made.
Her hands hesitated and she glanced up at him.
“Go slow. I want to feel everything. Tease me,” he instructed her. He placed his own hand over hers and knew in that instant that their relationship would never be the same. Laura wasn’t going to be his friend. She was going to be his lover.
“Up and down. That is my pr**cum, my lubrication. Get it on your fingers and rub it around the tip.”
Laura did as he instructed and he saw the concentration on her face.
He was leaking out. His c**k was hard and thick. Her sexy body on display making him crave her more. Her tits swung out in front of her. The large ni**les full and round.
Her next action shocked him. She took her finger coated with his cum and sucked it inside her mouth.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he demanded.
Laura smiled at him. “I read it in your book.”
Dean tugged her arm and pulled her beneath him to the floor. He wanted to touch and taste her. She lay down her with her arms open.
He kissed her first, calming her nerves while his hands ran all over her voluptuous body. Her extra flesh tantalized him. He knew when he held onto her h*ps and rammed his dick inside her that he wouldn’t be scared of her breaking on him. He felt her entire body trembling. He would be her first and he felt protective and primal. He kissed his way down her neck and sucked on her nipple until the red bud was swollen and pretty against her flesh.
His tongue created a wet path along her skin to her other hard bud. Her hands moved between touching the carpet, his head and her body as if she didn’t know what to do.
He moved down her body, nipping into the roundness of her stomach. She giggled and he laid kisses along her full hips, letting her know he loved her body. He found her attractive. His thick prick an equal confirmation.
“Open your legs,” he told her, wanting to tongue her sweet virgin pu**y. He wanted to taste her in his mouth. He wouldn’t penetrate her body with anything but his hard shaft. However, women could experience some pain and he wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible.
Laura looked at him as if unsure and slowly opened up. Her mound was covered with a light dusting of dark curls.
“I’m going to want this all off,” he said and smiled as her eyes opened wide.
“Don’t worry, angel. I’ll take care of you.”
“I trust you,” she whispered.
You shouldn’t. I’m a monster. He didn’t voice his concerns. She’d run away if he told her how dominant he could be. The way he wanted her wasn’t at all innocent. He wanted her submission, to cross boundaries with her he hadn’t thought to go with any other woman. Would Laura give him everything he desired? He cut off the train of thought. This night was about Laura. Not about his selfish desires.
He opened her pu**y lips wide and took in the glorious view of her creamy cunt. Her small cl*t was swollen and she was so wet and juicy, her unique scent teasing his nostrils. She smelled of a glorious woman wanton for sex.