I sit forward, gather the extra pillows and pile them behind her.
“As many or as few as you want.”
Her eyes go wide as she looks down at her body, covered in the little top and shorts she’s wearing. Then she visibly steels herself. Big breath in, chin tilted up, shoulders back. If that wasn’t an inward pep talk, I don’t know what is. I silently urge her on.
Yes. Yes, show yourself to me.
She sits up, crosses her arms, and I watch, unable to believe my luck, as she drags her top up, revealing that she isn’t wearing a bra. She makes a squeak as the fabric tugs over her head, and I help her ease it clear of her dressings.
Then she has it all the way off, and I’m lightheaded at the sight of her exposed chest, smooth and creamy skin, little tits, the ideal handful. And her nipples, ohhh. Her nipples are pale berry-pink and round, and a bit puckered. My mouth waters.
“Fuck, so beautiful,” I rasp out. “So perfect. Are you going to let me kiss your sweet breasts?”
She nods, and that’s enough.
A sudden sound from the television makes her jolt, and she winces, touching her battered head. “Sorry,” she says quickly, pressing her thighs together oh-so subtly, and a little smile tugs at her pretty mouth. It’s so familiar from our daily interactions, and my affection increases for my shy, sunny girl.
“Don’t worry.” With a careful finger I guide her chin so she’s looking over my shoulder. “Watch the movie and let me distract you. I’ll make you feel good.”
Lowering my head to her chest, I gently cup one of her breasts and place kisses on the soft flesh, avoiding the nipple as though I’m not aware that’s where I’m headed. I keep it gentle, almost innocent, sliding my lips over to her other breast and paying equal attention there. The smallest hitches in her breathing tell me I’m going about this the right way. She relaxes as I glide down, covering her belly with kisses, until the urge to do more is irresistible, and I use my teeth, tugging oh-so carefully at her. Then love bites, sucking until she’s covered with pale pink ovals.
Mymarks on her.
As gradually as I left her breasts, I return, but this time, I bring those rougher kisses too, and luxuriate in the way her nipples are peaked and ready. I lavish attention on her perfect young body. Yes, it’s terrible that a man twice her age is the first to do this, but I’ll do itright. Give her everything she needs. Her little nipple was made to be sucked into my mouth, and when Ihold it between my teeth and lave the point with my tongue, I get a whimper from moya koshechka.
I redouble my efforts, heaping sweet torture onto her nipples and she heats, shifting and subtly but distinctively pushing into my grasp.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, knowing the answer and wanting her confession, anyway.
I can’t help but take advantage of this innocent young woman. Yes, she might have dressings on her forehead, and a bruise rising on her cheekbone, but that only brings out my protective instincts in addition to my desire. She is more than the sum of her beautiful parts, and it’s the person inside as well as the pretty packaging that compels me.
“Yes,” she whispers.
Which is the perfect moment to ease back. She makes a sound of dissent as I slip onto the floor, nudging her knees to make space for my shoulders. Then as she cries out in protest, I catch her heel in my palm and scatter kisses up her calf. I languidly repeat with her other leg, and while I stop at her bare inner thighs, it’s obvious she’s turned on. She’s needy, writhing her hips.
I look up and find her distracted from the movie, looking down at me.
“What about your shorts?” I suggest softly.
She licks her lips, and the space of time where I think she won’t give me access to more of her perfect little body makes my stomach drop with leaden guilt. I’m a lot older than her. I’m the Dark Angel. I’m a wicked man, and she’s an innocent. The fact I’m her landlord and she’s a virgin college student gives my needs an even dirtier edge.
The contrast kills me as much as waiting for her response to my hint.
“Yes,” she murmurs, and returns my life to me.
I sit back, giving her space. With tentative hands, she reaches for her shorts and undoes them. And I swear that almost undoes me, too. Lifting her hips, she pushes the jean shorts down and I can’t hold in my groan as she reveals little white knickers. They have a frill of lace, and make her tanned skin seem even more golden.
So damned sweet.
“I’m going to worship every inch of you.” I sound gravelly with desire.
I’ve wanted to do this for three long years. I’m not known for being patient, or good, but I’ve genuinely believed that Caterina was better off without me.
Now that illusion is shattered, I push her backwards onto the sofa. She’s totally naked, and I’m fully dressed, and it adds to the eroticism and forbidden nature of this.
“Tell me what you want.” I’m a monster for taking advantage of her when she’s had a traumatic event and for forcing her to stay with me. But this is a line I won’t cross. “Say it, in words, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I…” Her cheeks go scarlet, and she presses her lips together. “I can’t.”
