Crossing Boundaries (Cape Falls)

by Sam Crescent

  “I’ve never seen Rachel and from the way you describe her, I know I wouldn’t be interested.” He stopped her from speaking with a finger over her lips.

  “But why?” she asked.

  Dean didn’t answer straight away. His other hand that had been holding her arm came up and pulled strands of her hair out of the way. Her skin felt soft beneath his knuckles. He could touch her for hours.

  “I’m twenty years older than you.” He tried to think of an excuse, anything to keep her at arms distance.

  “I don’t care about the age difference,” she said.

  Her full, bottom lip looked so tempting. Without thinking, he ran his thumb over that tempting morsel. Every warning was going off in his head.

  “I don’t think you’re fat,” he growled seconds before he gave into temptation and his lips slammed down on hers. She tasted so sweet. Her mouth opened and he took full advantage, sliding in deep and tasting her on his lips.

  He walked her backwards until the wall stopped their progress. Their heavy breathes echoed off the walls. Dean took her hands and placed them by her head. No other touching than with just their lips.

  He felt her fighting against his hold. “Stop moving,” he ordered.

  Laura stopped, her breath coming out in pants.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said. He pulled away and stared into her eyes. Her face was flushed and her lips already swollen from his kisses.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Her hand went to her lips.

  He knew he was going straight to hell. His dick was so hard and he wanted to be inside her body. When had their friendship turned to the lust he was feeling now? He knew he cared about her, but when had she moved into lover territory?

  He reached out and took hold of the belt on the robe concealing her naked body. Her chest rose and fell with each of her breaths. The gown opened up and his cock pulsed to an aching in the tight confines of his trousers. Her body was that of a woman with full, large tits, a small waist and large handfuls of hip. She had a small rounded tummy and he loved it. He loved her full body and he hated himself for giving in.

  “Why do you want this?” he demanded to know.

  He watched her blush and he could see it wasn’t because she stood naked in front of him. Her eyes glanced everywhere but at him. Dean grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

  “If you can proposition me in the way you just did, you can tell me why you want me,” he said.

  He wouldn’t let her hide behind her embarrassment. From here on out she would be one hundred percent woman and he wouldn’t accept any other form from her. He didn’t want a schoolgirl. He wanted the woman he knew she was.

  “I love you,” she said so quietly he barely caught it.

  Dean froze, shocked by her admission. He didn’t laugh at her, as he hated it when he was younger and adults didn’t take his emotions seriously.

  “Laura,” he said.

  “Don’t do it," she begged. "Don’t be like them where you tell me I don’t know what I feel. I know what I feel and I love you.” He stopped her talking by taking off his shirt.

  “I didn’t say anything,” he said, then took her hand and led her into the living room. The fire was crackling and he pulled her in front of him. Her dressing gown was still open and he pulled the rest off her shoulders.

  “I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

  “Don’t be sorry. We can’t control whom we fall in love with,” he told her. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down until he’s stood in front of her fully naked. He watched as she gazed down at his cock. He knew he was large, but surely she’d seen something like this before.

  “I’ve never been with anyone,” she said as she gazed at him with tears in her eyes. “I want you. I can’t stop thinking about you and it hurts here.” One of her hands pressed against her stomach.

  Dean paused and growled out a curse. He saw her flinch when he reached out to her. “Don’t be afraid,” he said and held her close. His eyes closed when her pointed nipples pressed against his chest. Her small hands wrapped around him, her scent invading his nostrils. She smelled of warm vanilla and strawberries. He guessed she used vanilla lotion and strawberry shampoo. Her gorgeous brown hair was silky to the touch.

  Since the death of his first wife he’d never thought he’d be able to feel anything for another woman. Laura was different. They’d become close friends, but he didn’t love her. At least he didn’t think he did, but he wanted her and cared about her. The ache in his groin confirmed his suspicion. He should be tied up and horsewhipped for his feelings. The only consolation he felt was the fact he didn’t want to hurt her.

  “I’m sorry,” she said again and he cut her off. He didn’t want to hear her apologies. His lips took hers and he kissed the apology away. She moaned and he felt her hands run up and down his back.

  He took her hand and helped her down to the floor. She was shaking and he lay back watching the firelight dance and glow across her skin.

  “What do you want?” he asked.

  “I want to be with you in every way.”

  He closed his eyes.

  “I know that this is a risk, but I won’t tell anyone. I’m twenty years old. I’m not underage and I know what I want.”

  “You’re in college,” he growled and pulled away from her.

  “I’ve got a few years left. Didn’t you have sex when you were my age? I love you, Dean, absolutely and completely. Please, I’m begging you. I know what I want,” she told him.

  Her hands grabbed his cock and Dean cursed. He didn’t pull away from her touch. Her eyes stared at his length and he couldn’t deny her anything. The connection between them was strong. What would happen if he rejected her? He wanted her. The horrid truth was he’d wanted her for far longer than this night. How could he be so selfish to take her virginity and not promise her anything? He’d promised himself he wouldn’t love another woman other than his wife.

  Dean shook his head. Laura was an adult, a woman in her own right to be respected. Twenty years old wasn’t young. Even if that same age span was between them.

  “Slowly,” he said. His decision made.

  Her hands hesitated and she glanced up at him.

  “Go slow. I want to feel everything. Tease me,” he instructed her. He placed his own hand over hers and knew in that instant that their relationship would never be the same. Laura wasn’t going to be his friend. She was going to be his lover.

  “Up and down. That is my pre-cum, my lubrication. Get it on your fingers and rub it around the tip.”

  Laura did as he instructed and he saw the concentration on her face.

  He was leaking out. His cock was hard and thick. Her sexy body on display making him crave her more. Her tits swung out in front of her. The large nipples full and round.

  Her next action shocked him. She took her finger coated with his cum and sucked it inside her mouth.

  “Where did you learn to do that?” he demanded.

  Laura smiled at him. “I read it in your book.”

  Dean tugged her arm and pulled her beneath him to the floor. He wanted to touch and taste her. She lay down her with her arms open.

  He kissed her first, calming her nerves while his hands ran all over her voluptuous body. Her extra flesh tantalized him. He knew when he held onto her hips and rammed his dick inside her that he wouldn’t be scared of her breaking on him. He felt her entire body trembling. He would be her first and he felt protective and primal. He kissed his way down her neck and sucked on her nipple until the red bud was swollen and pretty against her flesh.

  His tongue created a wet path along her skin to her other hard bud. Her hands moved between touching the carpet, his head and her body as if she didn’t know what to do.

  He moved down her body, nipping into the roundness of her stomach. She giggled and he laid kisses along her full hips, letting her know he loved her body. He found her attractive. His thick prick an equal confirmation.

>   “Open your legs,” he told her, wanting to tongue her sweet virgin pussy. He wanted to taste her in his mouth. He wouldn’t penetrate her body with anything but his hard shaft. However, women could experience some pain and he wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible.

  Laura looked at him as if unsure and slowly opened up. Her mound was covered with a light dusting of dark curls.

  “I’m going to want this all off,” he said and smiled as her eyes opened wide.

  “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll take care of you.”

  “I trust you,” she whispered.

  You shouldn’t. I’m a monster. He didn’t voice his concerns. She’d run away if he told her how dominant he could be. The way he wanted her wasn’t at all innocent. He wanted her submission, to cross boundaries with her he hadn’t thought to go with any other woman. Would Laura give him everything he desired? He cut off the train of thought. This night was about Laura. Not about his selfish desires.

  He opened her pussy lips wide and took in the glorious view of her creamy cunt. Her small clit was swollen and she was so wet and juicy, her unique scent teasing his nostrils. She smelled of a glorious woman wanton for sex.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I’m going to taste you. You’ve read my books. You know what happens now,” he said, bringing the full force of his books into effect.

  She nodded. “You’re going to taste my...” She didn’t finish her words and a red blush stained her cheeks.

  “Finish what you were going to say,” he ordered.

  “You’re going to lick my pussy,” she replied right away.

  Dean stared at her and knew in his heart the woman beneath him had some submissive streaks within her. He’d never been interested in a dominant and submissive lifestyle, but with Laura, he’d be happy to give it a try.

  He leaned down and sucked her clit into his mouth, not giving her time to become accustomed to the sensation of having him between her legs. He sucked her and tasted the sweet musky scent of her delicious cream. Her clit was small and her body so responsive. Her back arched and he gazed up her body to watch her tits bounce with every move of her body.

  Fuck. She looked so fucking beautiful.

  “Dean... Dean... Dean...” she panted with every breath.

  He knew she was close and he didn’t want her to come until he was inside her. He pulled away from her and wet the tip of his fingers with some saliva to coat more of his cock. He wanted plenty of lubrication as he fucked her. She was wet and juicy, but he didn’t want to take the chance of hurting her.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he told her.

  She licked her lips and nodded her head.

  He grabbed a cushion off the sofa and placed it under her hips. Dean watched her as he ran the tip of his cock through her wet pussy. She looked so beautiful. She had a really nice pussy to look at.

  “Are you ready?” he asked. He didn’t understand from where the desperation came. He was sure he didn’t love her. Caring for wasn’t love. All he wanted to do was plunge his cock so far and so deep inside her, to stake his claim. He wanted her filled with his cum so that no one else would have a shot at what was his.

  “Yes, I want you inside me, Dean.”

  He was going to die if he didn’t get inside her luscious body soon. The condom and all forms of protection were forgotten in the erotic haze. He grabbed his aching shaft and watched as he pressed the tip against her tiny virgin hole. He would be her first and a part of him wished he’d be her only.

  He wanted to see her eyes and the only way would be to forge inside her in one quick thrust. Dean aligned his cock and felt the heat of her surround him. He heard her whimper and not wanting to prolong the pain, he pushed inside her with one quick, hard thrust. He tore past the barrier of her innocence all the way until he was seated deep inside her. Her nails bit into his arms and she fought him a little. Dean held her through the pain, whispering loving words into his ear.

  “That’s it. I can feel you getting accustomed to me. Do you want me to move?” he asked.

  Laura shook her head and he smiled. For too long he’d been without a woman and he didn’t know how long he’d be able to last. He began stroking her body, tormenting her nipples and running his fingertips to create the most wonderful feeling. Her body would be sensitive to every touch and nibble. He bent down and took one of her beaded nipples into his mouth.

  She cried out, “You can move, you can move.”

  He smiled and swivelled his hips, letting her grow accustomed to his length before pulling out. Once he started, he knew it would be a matter of time before he blew.

  “More, please,” she begged.

  He didn’t need further begging. He pulled all the way out of her and stared down as his cock disappeared and reappeared. He gripped her hips and loved the flesh he could grab. She wasn’t breakable or thin. Laura Cox was the perfect size, shape and fit for him. Her tits bounded as he screwed her, the connection between them growing stronger than ever. Dean couldn’t hold on for much longer and he wanted her to come around his dick, to have the pleasure of being the cause of her orgasm. He fingered her clit and brought her off. Her pussy fluttered around his cock. The tight squeeze of her body was all it took to send him over the hill into the peak of sensation.

  Dean cried out and plunged all of him inside her, bumping her cervix. Laura lay beneath him panting out her own release. He growled in satisfaction as his seed spurted inside her.

  When it was over he collapsed on top of her. For the first time, Dean lay with feeling in his heart and body. He lifted his head and glanced at Laura. She’d been the woman to set him free.

  Chapter Eleven

  His weight felt nice on top of her. She’d be self-conscious if it had been the other way around with she on top of him. This way she was relaxed. Her pussy felt on fire and her skin sensitive to the touch.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  Laura nodded her head. She didn’t have the energy to speak.

  “I lost it a little at the end. I didn’t hurt you did I?”

  His concern comforted her. She’d done it. She'd lost her virginity, and not to some random stranger—to the man she loved.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. The least she could do.

  “What are you thanking me for?” he asked. His body was over hers and she felt his length inside her still. Not as full, but enough for her to know he was there.

  “For being my first,” she said.

  He smiled at her. She loved his smile. The real one he showed her, but rarely showed the world.

  “It was my pleasure. You gave me a gift, Laura. Few men have the pleasure and honour of what you’ve given me,” he told her.

  Tears sprung to her eyes. “People don’t think like that anymore,” she told him. She didn’t know why she was crying and Dean held her as the tears burst.

  “I’m not most people. I think it’s a real gift you’ve given me and I intend to treasure it, always,” he said.

  Later, he took her to wash up. She winced as the water touched her. Dean cared for her in the proper way she’d read about in some old historical romance books. The men who’d taken a woman’s virginity—their way of thanking them had been to care for them.

  After they’d washed up, Dean cooked a little supper and Laura phoned her parents to assure them she was fine and would be staying at Dean’s. They didn’t question her further.

  “Are they happy you’re staying here?” he asked when he brought over a plate of soup.

  “Yes.”

  “If not, I can drop you home,” he offered.

  “You’ve had your wicked way and now you want to get rid of me?” she teased.

  “Don’t even start that.” He cupped the back of her head and took her lips, showing her what he wanted. His lips were firm but demanding.

  She gasped out in excitement as her body responded to his touch.

  “I’ve got to stop, otherwise I’ll have you o
n the table,” he told her.

  “I don’t mind,” she replied.

  Dean chuckled and laid a kiss on her lips. “You’re going to be sore. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Laura ate her soup as he took the seat opposite her.

  “I don’t want to go home. Not after what we just did.”

  He stopped and reached over the table to grab her hand. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he said.

  “I wanted you to,” she assured him.

  “But I’m older,” he said.

  “I don’t care. Dean, I love you and want you. What just happened was the most amazing thing in my life. Don’t treat it badly. I couldn’t live with that and I don’t want to stop.”

  Dean cupped her face and kissed the top of her head. “Don’t worry. I care about you, Laura. I don’t want to feel this way, but I want you too. Being with you, being in your company, has made me feel alive. In the last two years since they died I’ve not felt anything,” he told her.

  “So, you don’t have any regret?” she asked pulling out of his hands and picking up the spoon.

  “I should regret it. I’m older than you...”

  “You keep saying that and I don’t want to hear it. There are girls out there I went to school with who are married with a kid. I didn’t want that.”

  Dean nodded and they ate in silence. They washed the dished together and when they were done he took her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom.

  “I want to hold you,” he said.

  Laura removed the dressing gown he’d given her and climbed onto bed. Dean turned out the lights and joined her, his arms wrapping around her. In seconds her ass was cushioned in his lap. The hard evidence of his arousal lay across her ass.