Now, I can barely breathe. My nipples feel tight, and my mouth is dry.
“Really?” I squeak again.
He nods.
“Yes, really. Again, you’re lush, nubile, and young baby girl. You’ll stretch, especially if I help you practice.”
I swallow hard.
“Goodness,” is my whisper. “I had no idea.”
He grins.
“Yeah, but don’t play innocent now, Susie. You’ve been prancing around in a barely-there t-shirt and short shorts for a week now. You know what you’re doing.”
I gasp a bit but then admit to the naughtiness.
“I did, didn’t I? Actually, it was on purpose. Sometimes, I’d be wearing real clothes until I heard you starting to come up the stairs, and then I’d change into a t-shirt and shorts just for you.”
He growls, blue eyes glinting.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Feel free to wear those 24/7 when we’re alone.”
I giggle a little.
“Well, it definitely worked, didn’t it? Last night was wonderful, Ed,” I sigh. “I want to do it again. Now would be great actually, if you’re game.”
His eyes glint again.
“I’m more than game, baby. It’s just that occasionally, it’ll pop into my head that you’re Nanette’s daughter. It’s so fucked up what we’re doing.”
I pout, trailing my fingers over his.
“Yeah, but you haven’t seen my mom since high school, so it isn’t really anything. I mean, you’d pretty much forgotten about her until I showed up on your doorstep, right?”
He doesn’t answer, and I know I’m right.
“Forget about her,” I encourage again. “Seriously, if I hadn’t told you who I was, would we be having a different conversation now? Is it my age or Nanette that’s the roadblock?”
Ed looks grim.
“Both. But sweetheart, I mostly helped you because I knew you were a young girl with no place to go. Who would turn away a young woman on a cold winter night?”
I lace my fingers with his, my expression hopeful.
“That’s it exactly, Ed. You’re a good man with morals, and I respect that. But what I’m saying is that I’m old enough to make my own decisions, and that the issue with my mother shouldn’t matter. What matters is between you and me, right here, right now.”
He still looks conflicted, but I lean forward to gently kiss him then.
“You’re a good man,” I reiterate in a soft voice. “One who wants to do the right thing, and that makes you an amazing human being. But you’re not doing the wrong thing here. What we’re doing is totally fine and natural for two adults attracted to one another.”
Ed looks conflicted for one more second, but then he growls and seizes my face with his hands before kissing me hard.
“God have mercy,” he rasps before devouring my mouth. Then, in a swift motion, he takes my hand and yanks me out of my chair so that I stumble up against his hard form.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he growls in a deep, gravelly tone. I giggle.
“I think I have a pretty good idea, mister.”
Ed merely growls again before capturing my mouth in a devastating kiss. “You’re mine, Susie Pelham. Don’t ever forget that.”
With that, I’m spirited off to the bedroom for another long session of hot lovemaking with the older man. It feels delicious and forbidden, but also incredibly intimate. As he claims me again and again, I stare into those bright blue eyes. Maybe what we’re doing is taboo, but we both want it, so what’s the harm?
9
Susie
A week later.
I’m so excited because tonight, Ed’s taking me out on a real date. Of course, it doesn’t mean that we haven’t been out in the past. We’ve definitely grabbed burgers together or hit up a movie, but tonight feels different. I don’t know. There’s just a sparkling quality in the air that has my heart racing, and I’m jittery with anticipation.
Staring into the closet, I slip a purple cardigan over my dress, and then pull on my woolly tights beneath. Okay, woolly tights aren’t the sexiest thing ever, but I want to wear a skirt for the occasion, so tights are the only way to defend against the cold. My curls look bouncy and shiny, and I’ve even put on a light dusting of make-up. The pink gloss makes my lips look full and pouty, and a subtle touch of blush gives me a healthy glow.
Plus, it’s worth it when I step out of the bedroom and watch Ed’s eyes rake over my legs, past the short hem of my dress, and all the way up to my big breasts, modest yet still round and large beneath the cardigan.
“Wow,” my man says, sounding a little breathless. He clears his throat. “You look amazing, sweetheart.”
I do a little spin, my brown locks flying out in a semi-circle. “Thanks. I wish I had something fancier, but this will have to do.”
“No, it’s perfect, baby. Are you ready to roll?”