He slides across the couch and then, leaning in, softly places a single kiss on my lips. His mouth tastes delicious and I moan slightly as he pulls away.
“Is this what you want?” he asks as if he already knows the answer. I’m sure it’s written all over my face, but I nod my assent once more. I admire how respectful he’s being, and even feel a bit emboldened. This time, I lean in and kiss him, firmly pulling on his bottom lip with mine.
This causes the possessiveness in him to rise to the fore. I feel his body tense against mine and his grip on the back of my neck tightens. He roughly exhales as he briefly pulls back, giving me the chance to see his enlarged pupils. He dives for my neck, pulling my shawl off as he does, and I drop my head back as he nibbles at my collar bone.
“God Lucy,” he rasps against my skin. “You’re so beautiful.”
I feel obligated to stop him, and to tell him my big secret. But what if he hates me after he hears? What if he stops altogether, and we never consummate this act? It might be wrong, but I can’t risk that, so I decide to wait until afterwards, when it will be water under the bridge.
I begin undoing the buttons on his shirt, one by one. The fabric parts and reveals Shane’s muscled chest, making me moan with need. Honestly, the more I see, the more I find I need him. The bronzed skin being bared makes my mouth water, and I let out another small moan of desire.
He chuckles, although it sounds slightly breathless.
“Like what you see, honey?”
I nod wordlessly and get his shirt halfway undone before giving into temptation. For reasons I can’t explain, I am driven to run my tongue up the sunken line between his pecs, until I meet his collar bone. His breath catches and his heart thumps double-time beneath that bronzed skin. I smile slightly, aware of my effect on him and then lift my head slightly to kiss his neck. But he catches me off guard when he slides an arm beneath me, picking me up like a caveman carrying his prize.
“Oh!” I yelp slightly. “Where are we going?”
His eyes darken.
“The bedroom, yes?” he growls, already in motion.
My insides melt, and I nod wordlessly while sliding my arms around those strong shoulders. The room whirls around me as I contemplate whether this is reality or a daydream, but then I’m being tossed on the bed, and in a moment, Shane’s dark form is right on top of me.
It feels wonderful to be cushioning his massive body. He slides between my thighs like he belongs there and we kiss for a long moment more before he sits up, shifting one knee up and over to meet his other so that he is kneeling next to me on the mattress. He finishes taking off his shirt without ever taking his eyes off my curvy form and then whispers, teasingly, “You should do the same, darling.”
My arms begin to feel a bit numb as I realize this is really about to happen. I slowly slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders. Oh my god, oh my god, I’m going to be naked in front of my dad’s best friend within seconds. I try to hide my nervous gulps of air as I lift my hips up off of the mattress in an attempt to shimmy the dress down past my hips, but the fabric gets stuck and Shane smiles at me.
“Let me help you,” he growls while wrapping his fingers around the sides of my dress. I feel his warm hands pressing in, and then he slowly pulls downward, revealing my nude body inch by inch. As he reaches my hips, his fingers slip underneath my pink lace thong and pull it down simultaneously with the silky maroon outfit.
The man’s eyes flare as he takes in my lush, nude form. I’m wearing nothing but my high heels, my breasts and pussy bared to his gaze, and I swear he almost stops breathing, those blue eyes fixed on me.
“Shit baby, when did you get so beautiful?” he rasps. I mewl a bit, arching my back as if in offering.
“It’s for you, Uncle Shane,” I murmur. “All for you.”
But then his expression grows dark.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands in a rough voice. “I need to hear it.”
But then, like an idiot, the words slip out before I can stop myself.
“I want you to take my virginity,” I mewl, my pussy aching for him. “Please, Uncle Shane.”
He goes completely still, his face expressionless. I can see the whirlwind of his thoughts. On the one hand, the alpha male is shocked. He certainly didn’t expect an escort to be a virgin, even if I’m his friend’s daughter. On the other hand, he wants it. He’s intrigued. Let’s face it, men love women who’ve never been touched before. There is something about being the first man inside of a woman’s body, and being the first person to grant her sexual pleasure. And I know that as much as this statement should make him back off, it really makes him want me more.