He felt the gnaw of longing for her deep in his belly. It was, again, a feeling that he had sought to deny for such a long time and that he was ashamed to acknowledge was felt towards his beguiling and attractive stepdaughter. It confounded everything he had with and felt for, Eleanor, his wife and the mother of a precocious young woman whom he now watched picking at her breakfast, such as it was.
“I’ll bring over the coffee,” she sighed and slipped off her seat, a soft smile on her lips as she met his look upon her. “I’ve missed you doing that, you know?”
“And I should know better.”
Dan wondered if the disagreements with Eleanor, about something so close to his heart, were having an effect on him and how he behaved with Layla. Equally disconcerting was the realization that, good at business and making money as he was, like any man he had his weak spot and it was turning out to be the young woman before him, someone who now behaved with surprising certainty.
“Don’t be sorry for who you are. We may be in the same place, where it concerns others.” The early morning sun now bathed the kitchen in its warm, pale light as she stepped over the tiled floor, her bare feet slender and graceful, the toes painted a dark magenta. They matched the color of her neatly shaped fingernails, a detail that he noted as often as the colors seemed to change. She is seen reaching for the percolator as her iPhone trembles on the countertop. “That’ll be Mom…want me to tell her anything?”
“Only that I’m awake, just about awake. I’m staying home and will work from here…only later.”
He has seen how Layla now leans back against the countertop as she speaks and with her gaze fixed upon him. It seems wistful, even distracted, and he succumbs to keeping his look upon her. Those denim shorts, with their frayed edges, look rebellious and flattering to her slender thighs, the waistline revealing her bare midriff and lightly tanned skin. Layla’s cropped top with a heart-shaped ring detail is tight against her tummy. The desired effect is clear, to shape her breasts and draw his eyes to her.
“Yes, I will. Bye,” Layla closes the call as she sees him turn away and drain the dregs of his coffee, one arm moving as if he’s adjusting his lounge pants. “She says that the day’s filled up with viewings so she’ll be late coming home…so…so we can be together if…if you need that.”
Dan did not answer.
Instead, he raised one hand and she gripped it, took it as a sign of his concession to what he felt for her and wanted from her. She leaned over him, pressed her breasts against his shoulders, and brushed her hands over his skin; tugged gently on the coarse, greying chest hair that she had seen when Dan had been seated beside her, his dressing gown loose and gradually falling open.
“I wanted to be with you…just the two of us together after so long away.”
“And you’ve gotten to me, girl…you have,” he sighed, shifting so that he could caress the back of her knees and stroke her thighs until his fingers brushed under that tangled hem of her shorts. He felt her buttocks tense and discovered she wore a thong, the string tight against her wonderfully smooth skin.
“I know. I can feel it,” she groaned, his touches sending rushes of longing through her body and down to her pussy. She caressed him with nimble fingers and, reaching down, brazenly brushed her fingers over his penis tip, his lounge pants shaped like a tent.
“So strong, you’re so strong. Have you been thinking of this and with me?”
She now pressed her lips to his throat and kissed him gently there, clamped her lips to his skin but not so hard that she would mark him.
“Upstairs, not here, but in your room.” Dan rasped and looked intently at her. He realized, from her words and touches, that she was with him in this, in what was to happen between them. “I’ll get a condom….”
“You use rubbers?” she asked with a disbelieving laugh before realizing what lay behind that admission. “She controls things, doesn’t she?”
“No, and I may yet get my wish,” he retorted sharply. “Now, we’ve said enough.”
She moved away, just enough, to allow him to stand up. Then, on a flurry of gasping kisses, she was lifted into his arms and what had seemed an unlikely affair between them was now to be made ragingly real.
3
She is overwhelmed by his ardor and the sight of his naked body, his virility, and the strength of his hands as he undresses her, kisses soon trailed over her skin and she surrenders to him, stands with her legs parted as he kneels before her and trails kisses over her legs, his hands on her buttocks and kneading the hollows at her hips as she pushes forward to meet the claims of his fingers and tongue, her pussy’s lips parted by his fingers and those she manages to push past his face.
“I didn’t know…I didn’t know you felt this way!” she gasps, finally succeeding in slowing him in his claims upon her, the rush of moisture in her pussy, the cramps and shivers in her belly, a sure sign that he will make her cum by these few touches. Most of all, it’s what his demands have on her mind.
Finally, and with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, they lose themselves in frenzied kisses, moving their heads and clinging to each other as they breathe in their body heat. It is all in a wild acknowledgment of what is happening, thoughts of forbidden love now made flesh. She’s lifted into his arms and coaxed to wrap her legs around his waist; he’s so strong and taller than she is, so manly and now hungry for her. His big hands grip her buttocks and she is crushed against him, her breasts and nipples against Dan’s hairy chest and she feels his erection press against her belly.
She sighs and lifts her head in wondrous pleasure. A man wants her, not those fumbling guys at college.
“I want you…I want all of you!” she groans, settling on his fingers and looking down into Dan’s upturned face. She sees nothing but a hunger for her and shivers as his lips lick and swirl over her breasts as she leans back, her hands gripping his neck fiercely. “I’ve waited so long for you!”
She shivers from the new sensations that his chest hair brings to her enervated skin, to her hardening nipples. She feels so alive, her breasts aching from the rush of blood to her nipples and what his hands now do. Her thighs ache from gripping his body. Her embrace allows his hands to roam free and his fingers again smooth and probe over her pussy’s lips. They are joined by the caress of his penis tip, the sensations of his hard prick and veined length arousing new sensations, those of a lover confident in his seduction of her.
Nothing is left untouched and she feels that he is glorying in her youthful body, its slenderness, her eagerness to know of him, now that the dam of restraint has been breached. It’s all so wrong, so wrong, but she wants to be loved…to be fucked wildly and quickly. She surrenders again to his kisses, and soon sucks on his swirling tongue after he has done that to her as if to acknowledge their first time may be the only time they take possession of each other’s bodies.
“You’re so wet, darling girl,” he kisses as his fingers caress her so deeply, swirling and pressing the sides. Her thong has been tugged aside and she feels the strap dig ever tighter into her skin.
“Take it off me, undo it!” she gasps, rising and falling on his fingers as Dan tugs at the triangle of cloth that slows his progress to fully claiming her. “Then love me, on the bed…I can’t hold onto you much longer, Dan!”
He does as she demands of him and lowers her onto the bed, trailing kisses once more over her thighs as her thong is pulled away over her trembling legs. His kisses and caresses coax her to open the way to taking her before he lies down between her soft thighs, and feels the tug of her hands on his hair before he finds his way to her moist heat. Layla’s legs rest on his shoulders and he finds her with gentle kisses, and warming breaths upon her sex, his flickering tongue pressing and swirling, licking over the full length of her pussy’s pink lips, her musky aroma strong in his nostrils.
Somehow she manages to coax him to kiss her, to stop these acts of foreplay. Is he plaguing her? Dan kneels between her thighs and she sees what will be brought into her body, a long and slightly curved staff of blood-gorged flesh with its domed tip, glistening with pre-cum that being with her has aroused. She shuffles down the bed and lies under him, does enough to take him in her mouth, her hands somehow gripping his shaft as she works him.
“You’re doing that so well,” he soon groans, looking down as she bobs her head, circles the tip with her swirling tongue, and shifts to suck on it more deeply. He moves and she trails kisses down his shaft before her lips close over his testicles, one then the other.
“I want to please you, take your mind off what’s happening.”
She wants to love him and do so intensely; in others she’s gone down on having nothing on Dan, both in mind and body.
Dan shifts away from her, the long and slow sucking on his prick arousing the fearsome grip of longing that will only find one way of being eased, the expulsion of cum over her beautiful face. He pushes her hair away, just in case he cannot hold back what is building in his groin, the nagging pressure to let it go that he feels in his penis and sac.
“You’d better stop or I’ll lose it in you going at it like this.”
“I want that!” she gasps as his hands grip her breasts and he presses his mouth to her nipples, sucks on them hard, and lets them fall back. He pushes her breasts up to kiss the clammy warmth underneath them as his fingers trace a path down to her pussy, Layla pushing up from the bed to meet his increasingly frenzied claims. “We’ve got time, lots of time…don’t hurt me! I know that you want to let it all go now that you’ve got me here with you…like this!”
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