I was fighting every inclination to beg for him to pick me up, but grown women didn’t do that. I should have never asked him to lift me to begin with. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea. I’m just a silly little girl, I thought to myself.
Pushing the door open, I wandered over to my bed and fell face first into the comforter. I could feel Dallas lingering in the doorway. As I rolled over to look at him, a rush of emotions came over me as my hair tangled around my face. I wanted him in the bed, but knew better than to ask. What if my mother saw us necking each other? Would he even be receptive to it?
“Dallas, do you think…” I trailed off.
He stepped over threshold.
“Yes, Madison?” he asked, imploring me with his eyes to continue.
“Oh, nothing,” I responded quickly.
I rolled over on the bed, hoping he hadn’t noticed the desire on my face. As much as I wanted him near me, I wasn’t sure what I would even do. I didn’t have much experience with men. In high school, I had dated a couple of guys and the most we did was make out behind the barn. No one had ever touched me down there; and while it was enticing, I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate in this situation.
Mom isn’t home, a voice in the back of my head said. She’ll never find out.
It was then I noticed his fingers were trailing down the length of my torso, stopping just above the button of my shorts. The intense sensation that grew in my gut was familiar from nights spent kissing my old boyfriend in the fields where his hands would try to cop a feel. It grew until I couldn’t stand it, my panties growing wet from the close proximity of his erection.
“I’m not supposed to do this, but…” Dallas trailed off. It was as if he was incapable of finishing the thought, as if saying it out loud was utterly forbidden.
Of course it was forbidden! This is my mother’s husband. He’s her rock and her love. Who am I to step in and try to compromise that? Yet I also felt somewhat selfish. I hadn’t experienced much in my little sheltered home and this was an opportunity to try something new, something totally wild and tempting.
I wanted him to feel me just a little bit.
I guided his hand to the button and coaxed him to undo the zipper, arching my back as his hand slid down beneath the fabric. His fingers caressed my untouched rose petals, causing me to sigh nervously. No other hand has ever touched me except my own, and it was something I pushed off until my arousal became a nagging pinch inside my throbbing clit. Carefully, one finger slid inside and pressed up into the spongy skin, forcing my hand up to grip the back of his neck. Lips caressed the exposed skin of my neck. His other hand shimmied underneath my body, pulling up the tank top to reveal my pink bra.
Pulling down the cup, he revealed a supple breast which he caressed gently. His hands were large against my miniature frame, years of experience apparent in every single touch. I bucked hard while his thumb danced over my clit. This was light years away from self-stimulation. The way his fingers dipped beneath my folds and caressed the slippery skin was incredible.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered between moans.
“I’m a virgin,” I squeaked in return. “Be careful…”
“Even better,” he said while pressing two fingers inside of me.
I moaned beneath his touch, his other hand trailing up to my mouth while telling me to stay quiet. Even though my mother was at work, there were still servants around the house. I hoped they hadn’t seen him carry me up the stairs. Having his hand covering my mouth made my pelvis tingle and I rolled my hips against the motion of his fingers. Within moments, I was bucking hard, brimming with waves of energy that rattled my body. I groaned against his hand as he whispered encouragements into my ear.
“Cum for me,” he said as his hand slide in and out of my virgin skin. “Say my name.”
“Oh, Dallas,” I whispered.
“No, call me Daddy,” he responded.
“Daddy…”
Calling him that led to my ultimate explosion, heat coating every bit of my skin with pleasure. He held me firmly as I twitched and laid more kisses on to my neck, telling me in a sweet voice how good I was to cum for Daddy.
“You’re my little girl, right?” he asked as he removed his hand from my shorts.
Confused and enamored, I responded, “Yes, sir.”
I turned to kiss him, savoring the taste of him in my mouth and loving every squeeze he gave my body. It was the most loved I had ever felt in months. Nothing could compare to such an amorous moment and I fell into him, wanting nothing more than to get lost forever in his sweet embrace.
Chapter Three
“You must promise to keep this a secret,” said Dallas while I recovered from the incredible orgasm he had given me.
I hesitated, the thought of my mother discovering this encounter causing a pang in my stomach. It hadn’t occurred to me to say anything, but was this right? My body had said yes while my mind was a mess of anxious thoughts and strange emotions. It had been exhilarating to experience my first orgasm with him, yet I also felt an incredible amount of guilt. I concluded that it would be best to keep it a secret, at least until I understood what this meant.
“Of course,” I responded while sitting up from the bed. “So, are we still going shopping?”