Squeezing her thighs together, she moaned at the pleasure rushing over her. She didn’t know it could feel like that.
No one was around. She placed a hand between her thighs, touching herself. The pressure made her gasp. It felt really good. Removing her hand, she stood up and started to pace.
Sex. Fucking. Pleasure. She had always abhorred the very words because they meant pain. They meant she was going to suffer.
Now, she wanted Raphael to come back. To show her what her body was telling her to do. Her breasts felt heavy. The nipples pointed. She poked at them, but they stayed in hard points.
The day seemed to slow down, almost as if it knew she was desperate for his return but wouldn’t let her enjoy it. By the time he walked through the door, she felt crazy, insane.
He held several boxes in his arms. She helped take them from him, putting them down on the floor.
“What is this?” she asked as he closed and locked the door.
“What’s what?”
She pointed at her breasts so he saw.
“Your tits?” He frowned.
“They’re pointed and they won’t go down no matter what I do. Why won’t they?” She pointed at them again. “They’re staying like that. Why?”
“It’s what nipples do when they’re aroused,” he said.
“I’m also wet,” she said. “Between my thighs. Why?”
“You’re aroused.”
“I’ve been like it all day.” She looked at him. “I’ve never felt this way. What did you do to me?”
“I didn’t do anything to you. Your body, it wants to fuck.”
She clenched her hands into fists. “I’ve never wanted to do that.”
He stepped closer to her. “Do you like it when I’m close?”
“Yes.”
“Your body is responding to me. It likes me and it likes when I’m close.” He tucked some hair behind her ear. “You’ve been wanting me all day.” He pressed her against the wall. She didn’t fight him. Her heart raced but this wasn’t fear. This was something else. Something better, more potent. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No.”
He shoved his hand beneath the waistband of her sweatpants and as he cupped her, she cried out.
“Fuck, you are wet. Have you been thinking about me?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like my mouth on your pretty pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want it again?”
“Yes.”
“Take off your pants.”
She pushed them off, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side.
“Now your shirt.”
She tugged it up and over her head.
Elenore cried out. The moment she exposed herself to him, his tongue was on her breasts.
“I don’t know what to do,” she said, gasping.
“Whatever feels right and good. Do what you like and enjoy.”
She sank her fingers into his hair, rocking her body up to meet his. She went on her tiptoes.
The hand on her pussy didn’t move. His fingers stroked between her slit, touching her clit. Two of them, rubbing against her. “Please, Raphael,” she said.
“Do you have any idea what it is you’re doing to me?” he asked. “How hard you’re making this for me? I want to be the better person. To give you a chance. Your virginity should be given to someone you care about.”
“What about yours?” she asked.
“What?”
“Did you give your virginity to someone you cared about?”
“No. It’s different for men.”
“I care about you, Raphael. I want you to have it. This is my choice. I know you don’t want to take it.”
He slammed his hand against the wall near her head. “That’s where you’re wrong. I want it, Elenore. I want to see your virgin blood all over my cock. To know I’ve been the only man truly inside you. I want to wipe all traces of my father so you never have to think of your body and him in the same sentence. What you need to understand is I don’t want just one time with you. I want it fucking all. I’ve been craving you for as long as I remember. I’m not a good man. Any other woman, I’d have left to bleed out on the floor. You’re different. You’re mine. You belong to me and have from the first moment I saw you. You’re the reason I’m doing all of this. There’s no one else I want.”
His revelation shocked her.
There were times in his father’s house she caught him watching her, but she always figured he was trying to catch her doing something wrong or trap her into doing something that would get her hurt.
“Then take me, Raphael. I’m all yours for the taking and you’re the one I want to be with. Please, take what I’m giving you. What I’m offering.”
They both stood, panting. Neither of them moving.
She’d thrown caution to the wind, and now she was at his mercy, having to deal with whatever he wanted to dish out.
Biting her lip, she waited. She’d made a big mistake.
Elenore let out a cry as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She stared at his ass. He held her steady as he carried her all the way to his bedroom. Once inside, he placed her on the edge of the bed.