by Kelly Myers
“What should I do?” Olivia asked.
“Nothing,” I said. “I’ll take care of you. Do you understand?”
Olivia nodded.
“Answer me, Olivia,” I said. “I need to hear you say yes.”
“Yes,” Olivia said, her voice low but clear. “I want you to take care of me.”
“Good,” I said.
I studied her, and as my eyes slid up and down her body, trying to decide where to begin, my erection throbbed. Christ, she wasn’t even undressed, and I was nearly at the edge. It was going to be hard to hold back, but I had to. She would enjoy this.
I knelt to the ground, so my chest was level with her knees. I ran one hand down her calf, and Olivia shivered at the touch. I gripped her shoe and pulled it off. I did the same with her other shoe.
Then I slid my hands back up her legs to her thighs. Olivia let out a little gasp as I leaned down and kissed the inside of each knee.
“Do you like this?” I asked.
“Yes,” Olivia said. “I do.”
I gave her a wicked smile, the type I usually reserved for my opponents in court. To my delight, Olivia twisted her lips in her own seductive smile. She knew what she did to me. She liked it.
With fervor, I pushed her skirt up until her entire thighs as well as her white cotton panties were revealed. I looked up at her, and saw she was once again biting her lower lip.
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
“Yes,” Olivia said. “But I want you to keep going. Please.”
I smiled again. Only Olivia would be so polite at a time like this. Only Olivia could make the word “please” sound so very sexy.
I reached up higher and slid my fingers underneath the elastic waistband of her underwear. As if it was instinct, Olivia lifted her hips so I could pull them off. I discarded them on the floor and gripped her thighs again. I pressed my fingers into her flesh, so she would feel how steady I was. How much I wanted her.
I nudged her dress up even further so I could see her fully. Olivia inhaled sharply, and I could tell she was fighting the urge to cover up. She had never been so exposed before. It thrilled me that I was the first man to see this.
I gently moved a hand closer to her folds.
“Relax,” I said. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I know,” Olivia said.
She breathed in and out, clearly trying to relax.
My heart started beating rapidly at how much she trusted me.
I ran my thumb over her sensitive flesh, and she shuddered in response. My cock had never been as hard. I knew I could reach orgasm just by watching her be pleasured.
I moved my fingers over her folds and nudged her clitoris. She was wet. She did want this.
“Does this feel good?” I asked.
I knew it felt good, but I wanted to ask just to hear her answer.
“Yes,” Olivia gasped. “Oh, yes.”
I stood up while stroking her with one hand, and I seized her neck with the other. I bent to kiss her so intensely that her head tipped back.
I wanted to distract her with the kiss from where I was touching her. I wanted her to be able to stop thinking and just feel.
It worked. Olivia eagerly flicked her tongue along the inside of my lips, and I opened my mouth to her. At the same time, I put more pressure on her clit which caused her to tip forward, grinding herself against my fingers.
“Good girl,” I whispered, as I began to trail kisses and bites along her neck and onto her collarbone.
I needed to get her out of the dress immediately. After so many hours spent daydreaming, I was desperate to see Olivia’s bare skin.
I pulled my hand away from her and grinned as she let out a little moan of protest.
“Be patient,” I said.
I reached for the zipper at her back, and she held stock-still as I slowly unzipped her. I stopped with my hand at her lower back.
Olivia took a deep breath before reaching down and pulling the dress over her head. She fought the urge to cover herself with her arms and instead let her hands fall at her sides. I grazed my hand over her torso and stopped just below her ribcage. She was wearing a lacy bra, the type that didn’t have padding or a wire. I slipped my thumb underneath the edge and fondled the soft underside of her breast. Olivia gasped as I slid my thumb up and over her nipple.
Then I pushed aside the bit of lace to reveal her nipple, pink and erect. While keeping my eyes on her, I leaned down and licked her nipple.
Olivia let out a little mewl of pleasure that nearly sent me over the edge.
“Does that feel good?” I whispered. “Should I keep going?”
“Yes,” Olivia said. “Please, William.”
I leaned down and took her entire nipple in my mouth. She arched her back and moaned as I sucked and nipped. I slid my hand back in place and resumed stroking her clitoris which made her buck in delight.
She was so young and perfect, and she wanted so much, yet she didn’t have a clue what I had in store for her. I was going to give her the world.
After several minutes, I lifted my mouth from her breast and at last pulled the bra over her head.
I was struck dumb at the sight of her naked body. I had seen her outline through her simple clothes sometimes, but those glimpses had not done her justice.
She was perfect. Her body was soft yet strong with delectable curves at the hips and breasts, like an ancient goddess.
She looked up at me, blinking in confusion at my stillness.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
My heart ached for her. She had done nothing wrong. She could never possibly do anything wrong in my eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.
Olivia smiled and reached up to place her hands on my shirt. She would see me undressed. Soon. But first I wanted to have her screaming my name.
I dropped once again to my knees, but this time, I nudged my head in between her legs. I looked up to see her eyes widen in shock. I grinned at her and kissed her inner thigh before nuzzling her satin folds.
“Oh,” Olivia said.
Savoring the taste of her, I licked her entire pussy. To my satisfaction, Olivia let out a moan and pushed her hands into my hair.
“Does that feel good?” I whispered.
“Yes,” Olivia said.
“Should I go on?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Oh, please.”
“Call me Daddy,” I said.
I didn’t know why I said it, I just knew I had to hear her call me that. I had to know she wanted me sexually. Without hesitation, she responded.
“Please, Daddy, oh please,” she said.
I set to work, delighting in every moan and sigh I coaxed from her lips. I licked and sucked at her sweet pussy. She tasted delicious, and it was made all the better with the knowledge that I was the first to do this to her. No man had ever been granted access to this. It was for me and only me.
When I had her in a frenzy of pleasure, I slipped a finger inside her.
She was wet but tight, so tight. My cock ached to be inside her, to feel her clench around me. But I had to go slow. I had to remember this was new for her. Her body would be unused to me.
I would get her used to me though, if I had to fuck her every night from now until the end of eternity.
I plunged my finger deeper, all the while teasing her with my tongue.
Olivia cried out, and I knew she was on the edge.
“William, I don’t- I think I’m going to-”
“Good girl,” I said. “Be good and come for me.”
She let out a cry and arched her back. I gripped her hip with my free hand and felt her shake as the ecstacy radiated through her.
I kept stroking her with my finger and my tongue, pushing her to her height and relishing her cries of joy. I let her ride the orgasm out and watched her flushed face as she came back down from the peak.
I knew in that moment that I wanted to watch her come over and ove
r again. Who knew how many times would satisfy my need? I would just have to keep making her come.
I rose up until her hands rested on my shoulders. I kissed her lightly on the lips.
“That was...” she gasped. “I feel... Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” I said. “I’m grateful for you.”
I paused and waited. My cock was surging against the cloth of my pants, but I needed to hear what she said. If she was done, I would stop. I would get her into the spare room and relieve myself and spend the night in agony.
“I want you,” Olivia whispered. “I want to make you feel as good as me. And I want you inside me.”
As soon as she said it, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
I wouldn’t make her say it twice.
I stood up. She sat naked in front of me and watched as I slowly removed my shirt and then my pants.
Finally I pulled off my boxers.
I stood before her naked and let her take me in. I wasn’t embarrassed or shy. I had always been a good physical specimen, tall with lean muscles, and I had kept in shape as time passed. I didn’t succumb to the typical ravages of time. Other men my age, even the ones who had been Adonises in their heyday, walked around trying to hide their paunch or their receding hairline. But my torso had remained flat and hard, and I had all my hair, albeit graying, atop my head and more across my chest.
Olivia’s eyes locked on my manhood, her rosebud mouth forming a little O of surprise.
“You’re so big,” she murmured.
Then she blushed once again, mortified that she sounded like a girl in a porno. I walked closer to her.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “It will work, just lay back.”
I pressed her shoulders gently, and Olivia responded by scooching back and letting her head fall back to the pillow.
I maneuvered myself over her, with most of my body weight supported by my elbows.
Then I reached down and touched her again. She was still sopping wet. I kissed her to ease her fears, and I pushed first one finger, then two, inside her.
I could tell she was as ready as a virgin could be.
“My sweet little girl,” I whispered into her neck. “Do you still trust me?”
“Yes, of course,” she said. “I want you.”
I positioned myself at her entrance, my entire body burning with the urge to plunge into her. But I had to go slow and steady. It would be good for me too. I would get to feel every inch of her.
I pushed the tip of my cock inside and heard her gasp.
“Shh, relax,” I said. “And tell me if it hurts too much, alright?”
“It doesn’t hurt,” she said. “It just feels strange.”
Inch by inch, I pushed myself further into her until I was almost embedded.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes I am.”
And then a miracle happened. Olivia shifted beneath me and lifted her legs so they wrapped around my waist. It was if her body had taken over. She grasped my arms and gasped as I pushed myself all the way inside her.
“Oh god,” I moaned.
She was tight and wet and divine. Being inside her felt like I had reached some higher plane of existence.
And then the pleasure only increased when Olivia let out her own sigh of pleasure and gripped me tighter with her legs.
I started to move inside her, and the look of enjoyment on her face only made me rush faster toward a conclusion.
I could usually last much longer. But not just then. It had been too much. I had spent the entire afternoon daydreaming about her, and then I had stumbled upon her, just where I never expected. Then there was the kiss and startling revelation that she did want me. And her declaration of trust in me.
And then watching her orgasm for me had pushed me right to the edge until I was ready to explode.
But maybe – just maybe, I could last long enough for her to come again.
I continued to move back and forth, and then I reached down and touched her clitoris with my finger.
She screamed.
Emboldened by her response, I stroked more, all while plunging myself into her with increasing fervor.
She was still ripe and ready from my earlier ministrations because she started to climax once again.
Feeling her clench around me as the waves of another orgasm consumed her was too much for my control.
I cried out and fell over my own peak, my moans mingling with hers.
I should have been used to such sensual delights. I was old enough that nothing should have surprised me.
And yet with Olivia, it was different. Everything was heightened by the awareness that she had chosen me. She was young and beautiful and innocent, and she had chosen me. I could not let her down. I would take care of her like no one had ever done.
When at last I was sated, I rolled onto my side. Olivia closed her eyes and sighed, one hand flat on her stomach.
I slid my arm underneath her and shifted her, pulling the bed sheets down, until she was nestled beneath them.
“Sleep,” I whispered. “You’ve been such a good girl.”
She curled onto her side and closed her eyes, a small smile on her face.
And I knew I would never be the same.
Chapter Seven
Olivia
I shouldn’t have slept well. I never could sleep in a new bed or a foreign place. And I certainly had never shared a bed with anyone else, so I should have been tossing and turning all night.
But that didn’t happen. Instead, I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
I jolted awake just before dawn. I was used to waking up early for farm work, but this was more than just a habit. Some urgent instinct within stirred me to consciousness.
At first I didn’t know where I was. I blinked at the dim but polished room with big windows, and I ran my hands over the smooth, high-quality sheets.
Then it all came rushing back to me. The University Club. William Hart. The kiss that changed everything. He wasn’t just a family friend or a mentor. He thought of me in a whole other way.
And he had shown me such wondrous things. Sex with William had been even better than I could have imagined. I knew I would savor the memories of how he had touched me and cared for me for the rest of my life.
No other man could ever compare. He very well may have ruined me.
But I couldn’t dwell on that now. I had to get out. It was time to leave, before he woke.
I slid off the bed and gasped as I remembered my nudity. I had never slept naked before, much less naked beside another person.
I glanced over my shoulder to see William sound asleep on his side, his breathing a steady rise and fall.
God, he was even gorgeous and composed in his slumber.
I crouched to the floor and located my bra and panties and dress. In a matter of seconds, I was once again dressed and had my shoes in my hands.
I tiptoed out the door and into his living room.
His apartment was the height of taste, of course. I had even noted the wide space with the classy furniture and the high-end kitchen the night before, amid my lustful yearnings.
I sighed. What would it be like to live in this apartment with William? To pour myself a mug of coffee while he read the newspaper at the little breakfast table by the window?
I shook my head and grabbed my tote bag from where William had placed it the night before. I couldn’t think like that. It was useless to daydream.
The unthinkable had happened: William didn’t think of me as a child, he wanted me as a woman. That was one impossible dream coming true, I couldn’t expect for every impossible dream to come true.
I would never live here with William. I would never live anywhere with William. It was natural for girls to get attached to whoever took their virginities, I had heard. And William was so charming and smart and successful that I was on track to get very attached.
But it would all come to
nothing. William was not the type to settle down. I knew that about him. He had a new date on his arm every weekend. And he didn’t even believe in love or marriage. I didn’t blame him. He had made a very lucrative career out of the wreckages of marriages.
I did believe in love. Perhaps I was naïve, but I wanted the big one. The love that made you have faith in a forever with someone. The love that made you at least try. The soulmate kind of love.
William could never join me in that. We were too different.
I had terrible role models when it came to relationships, that was true. My parents had been a disaster, and Richard was far from the Family Man type. But even so, those examples only made me more determined to make the right choice when it came to a life partner.
William was kind and responsible and he had made me feel things I had never felt before. But he wasn’t the right choice. He would never be the right choice.
I slipped my feet into my ballet flats and headed for the door.
I paused with my hand on the doorknob.
It was surely rude to just leave. I had zero experience with one-night stands, but I was certain you couldn’t just walk out. There had to be some sort of social code or protocol.
I frowned. I should have paid more attention to Grace’s stories about wild nights and Tinder dates.
Then again, this wasn’t exactly a wild night out. I hadn’t consumed a drop of alcohol, and William had been sober as well. And Tinder hook-ups involved sex with a near-stranger. Whatever William Hart was to me, he wasn’t a stranger.
I sighed. I was going to have to wing this.
I tiptoed over to the other side of the living room, where there was a massive mahogany desk. I fished around in the drawers, trying to not look at anything that could be important, until I found some stationary and a pen.
I puffed out my cheeks. There was nothing for it. I just had to do my best.
Dear William,
I had to head out to catch my train back to Connecticut.
Thank you for helping me out last night!
Best,
Olivia
It was awful. At least the first line wasn’t quite a lie. I did have to catch my train, there was an early one at 7:30am. There were also other trains every few hours, but William didn’t need to know that.
