My parents’ divorce was the hardest thing I ever went through. I never went to therapy for it, and neither did my sister. We should have, and I know that now. She and I both dealt with it in different ways. I became what you might call “a player,” and Nikki decided she could go the opposite way and do exactly what Mom and Dad did not.
She could find the right guy, fall in love, marry him, and make it all work. She wouldn’t cheat, she wouldn’t fall for someone else, and they would have a perfect fairy-tale relationship almost out of spite—almost to say to my mom, “You see? This is what you should have done.”
She found her man, Thomas, just after high school, and did her best to make everything go as perfectly as possible. And they did for a while—for a while.
Things in their relationship started to deteriorate. It wasn’t anything major. It wasn’t all at once. But every now and then, I’d find myself taking her in when she just couldn’t take being at home with her husband. Sometimes she’d stay two nights before going home to work things out again. And if I didn’t have a bad enough view on relationships and love already, Nikki and Thomas’ marriage didn’t exactly help.
But tonight, as I hold Erika in my arms and feel her soft skin against my body, and gaze into her innocent eyes that look up at me with such need, a wonder that moments ago were asking How could you do this to me? I find myself asking if the conclusions I’ve been drawing from my parents’ divorce, from Nikki and Thomas’ disintegrating relationship, haven’t been all wrong.
I part her folds with my two fingers and find her clit, nice and moist and ready for me. Yeah, she wants this, despite the mouthy retorts she’s been giving me. All I have to do is apply the slightest amount of pressure to her little button, and her entire body comes alive. Her back arches and her hips buck forward into me, and I have to shift my grip to her upper back to keep her from falling backwards as her legs go weak.
A sensual moan falls from her beautiful lips, and I watch intently as lust takes over her face and her eyes focus up on mine, filled with pure submission and desire. Do what you want with me, they say. And God do I not need to be told twice.
My pulse races as I circle her clit with the tip of my finger. Her body begins to tremble as I hold her. It’s so fucking hot, but it’s not enough. I need to see her. I need to see all of her.
With a single motion, I lift her in a way that lets her know she’s supposed to wrap her legs around my waist—and she does. And then it’s up the stairs and into my bedroom, where I dump her onto my bed and quickly start tearing at her clothes as if they might poison her or start burning away her layers of skin.
“Mal…” she whimpers as I strip her down to her beautiful birthday suit. I hear her, but barely. Her beauty and this makeup (if that’s what this is) has me fiercely lost in the moment as I drop to my knees and press my lips to hers—the sweet, moist, pink lips between her thighs that I just know are begging to be licked and sucked by me at this very moment. She cries out. “Oh my God!”
I slide my tongue into her hole—tasting her and mimicking penetration—then drag my fleshy bulb up her wet valley until I find her clit again. Only this time, I take it into my mouth and begin to gently suck. This drives Erika absolutely wild. She begins thrashing on the bed, snatching at the covers as sensuous whimpers and moans drip from her mouth.
That’s it, sweet thing, I want to say, but my mouth is full. Come for Daddy.
Looking up is such a delicious sight. Her teenage tits are perfect, perky mounds that bounce and sway with her every move, causing my cock to throb with ferocious desire. I’m dying to be inside her. But first, I’m going to finish what I’m doing.
“Mal, I can’t–” she stammers as her body begins to quiver even more. “I c-can’t.”
Oh, yes you can, I want to tell her. And you’re going to. But I’m not removing my lips from the tasty little pleasure button. I’m not changing up the rhythm with which I’m sucking. All I’m doing is keeping up what I’m doing so Erika can reach where she needs to get. And if I know anything—she’s right there.
I reach up and grip her tits with both hands. My thumb and forefingers close around her nipples, and her back arches even harder off the bed. Christ, she looks so good it’s almost impossible. If I saw a photo of this right now, I’d think it was A.I. generated she looks that good.
“Mal!” she gasps, reaching down and grasping a hand into my hair. “M-Mal!”
She’s right there. All I have to do is what I’m doing for a few more seconds—and that’s exactly what I do. And then it happens.
Erika’s entire beautiful body tightens up. Every one of her muscles goes tense, and her thighs squeeze around my head like a pair of fleshy pliers. I smile as a moan traps itself in her throat, fighting to be let out as her orgasm holds her, paralyzing her for a moment like a statue as I hold my tongue flat against her clit with just the right amount of pressure to keep her coming but not to overstimulate her into a wriggling fit.
“Fuck!” she cries out as her muscles finally unlock and she collapses back against the mattress with a satisfied moan-sigh combination that is more than music to my ears. Ever so slowly, I remove my tongue and strip naked as I look down at her, panting beneath me, her face coated with a thin layer of sweat—just enough to cause her to glisten. “Oh my God, Mal, that was unbelievable. You’re unbelievable.”
I should have a charming retort for her here—or I should at least be able to give her a charming grin as I lower myself down on top of her and prepare myself to slip inside. After all, that’s the way our relationship has always gone up until now.
But I can’t. Things have changed.
This time, as I slide inside Erika, and stare into her gorgeous eyes, I’m hit straight in the chest with a feeling I’ve never felt before. It is, however, a feeling I knew I was going to feel if I called her back—if I let our relationship continue. A feeling I was terrified of because of my parents’ divorce. Because of Nikki’s failing marriage. Because of my belief that in the end, things just won’t work out the way you think they will.
Love.
I wrap my arms around her as I begin to move my hips and cradle her like I’ve never cradled her, or any other woman, before. There must be something going on in my eyes or written on my face because Erika looks hard at me and gently strokes my cheek with the back of her hand.
“Mal, what is it?” she asks.
It isn’t just pure pleasure I feel as I move back and forth inside her. It’s more—much more. There’s a bond forging between us now.
“When you drove over here—” I smile. “When you thought Nikki and I were together, and I saw that look on your face—” Erika attempts to look away, but I stop her and force her to look directly into my eyes. “When I saw the look on your face and realized I was this close to breaking your heart, it made me understand something about myself, Erika.”
“W-what was that?” she asks.
“You wanna know why I didn’t call you?” Slowly she nods. I can see the hesitation on her face. “I was afraid that if I allowed myself to get close to you again, to be with you again, that I would fall in love with you.”
Her lips curl into a tiny smile. “You asshole.”
“But when you drove over here tonight, I realized something.”
“What’s that?”
“That I’m already in love with you.”
Words I never thought I would say are coming out of my mouth. I may have taken Erika’s virginity, but suddenly, I feel like an entirely new man myself.
Her eyes begin to blur, and then the tears come. She throws her arms around my neck, and I don’t know who leans in to kiss who, but we end up nearly devouring each other in the most passionate kiss ever as we continue to make love in my bed, a place I never want her to leave again ever.
“I love you too,” she whispers as I continue to rut inside her, stretching her with my swollen manhood, growing closer and closer to climax.
“I’m so sorry, sweet thing–”
“Shush,” she says, shaking her head. “It’s okay. Just fuck me.”
And I do. I pound her hard until we both come at the exact same time. I unload inside her, wishing she weren’t on the pill so I could breed her fully and make her mine fully and completely forever. Then we lie there for what seems like hours, just tracing the lines of each other’s bodies, not even saying anything, until finally I end the silence.
“I’m breaking your lease.”
Erika looks at me with concern for a millisecond before she realizes there must be more to what I’m saying. She smiles and pulls herself closer. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yup.” I nod. “You won’t need it because you’re moving in with me.”
