The Sweetest Taboo (A Modern Vintage Romance)

Chapter 13

Itraced a finger over the rim of her ear and was delighted when she shivered. I”d never been with a woman this responsive. Was it real? Was it an act? I didn”t know, and I wished I didn”t care. I”d never cared before if a woman was faking her orgasm. I always thought that was her loss. If she wanted me to get her off, she shouldn”t pretend she already did.

But with Isha, I wanted to get her off. I wanted to watch her come because she looked like a fucking dream when she did.

”I don”t want to think about the past,” I told her.

She licked her lips, and I groaned.

”Whenever you do that, I want to feel your tongue on my dick.”

”I can…I can do that for you.”

”Oh, you will. We have all night. I want to do to you all the things I”ve been fantasizing about.”

She took a deep breath, and her eyes dilated. ”Tell me.”

”The first night you came to the dinner table, you wore a white sundress. It came to your knees, but when you sat, it slid up. I could see your brown thighs.” I put my hand on her leg. I spent enough time in the sun that my hand was usually pretty tanned, but she was darker still, and I found it intensely erotic. ”I wanted to slide your dress up.” I touched her thigh. ”I wanted to see if you were wet.” I inched my hand up to her center, slowly, torturing both of us. ”And then I wanted to find your clit and circle it.” I took some of her juices on my finger and did what I said. Her hips jerked forward.

”I knew you”d respond, just like this.”

I looked into her eyes as I continued to play with her clitoris. She lay there, her breathing ragged. Her eyes about to close when I murmured, ”Look at me when you come.”

She kept her eyes open, though they looked drugged, drunk on desire. I never had a woman run this hot for me, and we both still had our clothes on.

”Rowan.” Her hips moved forward as she pushed her clitoris against my fingers.

”More pressure, darlin”?”

”Yes.”

She was shaking for release now and I was losing control myself. I removed my hand, and she cried out in protest.

”Shh, I got you, baby. I”ll take care of you.”

I pulled down her shorts and removed them. And then, as she watched, I took her shirt off as well. I ran a hand from her breast to her pussy.

”You”re so fucking sexy.”

I undressed while she watched me, her thighs rubbing together, her body moving sensually.

No way was this woman inexperienced. I didn”t mind experience. I preferred it, but somehow it bothered me that Isha had fucked other men, one of them being my brother. I believed her when she said Ace wanted to make Caitlyn jealous. I didn”t believe that she wasn”t sleeping with him. How could he not want her? And did she really think he”d bring her all the way to Montana because they were friends? How na?ve did she think I was?

But all of that didn”t matter right now. I had one night with her, and then she”d be out of my life.

I crawled up to her, naked, and nuzzled her pussy with my nose. She smelled like Isha. I would never forget this scent, I thought, this musky, sweet aroma, which was all her.

”Baby, you want to come now?”

”Yes.” There were tears in her voice; she was holding on so tight.

I cupped her ass and held her as I ate her out. I didn”t draw her into an orgasm gently; I pushed her into it by tongue fucking her, suckling her clitoris, and lapping at her.

I already knew how she came, and it was just as sexy as last time. I licked her orgasm, loving how wet she got and how she throbbed. I put two fingers inside her to feel her muscles clench around me. Fucking hell, she was tight. I wouldn”t last a minute inside her. It would be a classic pump-and-dump situation. But I”d make it up to her.

”Come inside,” she whispered.

I wanted to get the condom out of my jeans, but a part of me didn”t. A rather large and stupid part of me. I wanted her bare.

”Are you protected?”

She looked at me quizzically for a moment, and then nodded. ”Yes. I have an IUD.”

It was risky as hell. I didn”t trust this woman. She might get pregnant, and I”d pay child support for the rest of my life. And, yet, despite all that, I didn”t want the barrier of a condom.

”Are you clean?” I asked.

She closed her eyes then as if suddenly tired. She tried to get up, but I wouldn”t let her. I straddled her, rubbing my dick against her wet pussy. ”I have a right to ask.”

”Rowan, listen to me. This is my first time.”

I let out a laugh. ”Sweetheart, don”t kid a kidder.”

”Get the fuck off of me, you arsehole.”

”Now, now, darlin”. Don”t get mad because I ain”t buyin” your virgin routine.” I leaned down and rested on my elbows, kissing her, bringing her back to where we were before I fucked it up with my questions. I should”ve just worn a rubber and got done with it.

Why was this woman making me think and do things I”d never wanted before?

”Shh, shh,” I whispered, nuzzling her mouth with mine when I felt her tears. I licked them off her cheeks.

I reached down to place myself against her opening and gently slid in. She gasped. She was wet as hell and still so tight. If Ace hadn”t told me he”d fucked her, I”d have believed her; she was gripping every centimeter of me that hard as I pushed into her.

”God, baby. You”re so tight. So wet.”

Her eyes closed, and she winced.

”Open your fucking eyes,” I demanded, and when she did, I could see the pain. ”I”m hurting you.” It wasn”t a question.

”Don”t stop,” she pleaded.

”I won”t, baby. But let me in. Let me in. Relax, darlin”.”

I rocked my hips against hers. How could she be this tight if Ace had been fucking her? Maybe she had a small pussy. Some women did.

Her body got comfortable with me, and I slid in little by little. It was excruciatingly erotic, and I loved every second. When I was balls deep inside her, I leaned my forehead against hers. We were both breathing hard.

”How does it feel, Isha?”

”I feel full.”

”Yeah.”

”I…it”s like you”re inside me, but I”m inside you, too.”

I moved, driven by her words. She didn”t look away this time as I pushed in and out of her. I knew it still hurt to accommodate me, but she”d done this before, she would be fine, and my body was already out of my control.

”Baby, I”m gonna fuck you hard.”

She cried out, and I felt her pussy clench my dick. She”d orgasmed again. Just like that. She looked at me with wonder in her eyes. Now, I”d fucked plenty of women, and not one of them had come through penetration. It was always about clitoral stimulation, which is why I”d honed my pussy-fingering and eating skills. But this woman was different in every way.

”Rowan.” She was trembling, and her ankles were digging into my back.

I pulled out of her and threw her thighs on my shoulders. I wanted to go in deeper, feel her all the way to her fucking womb.

She screamed when I thrust back in.

”You okay?” I paused.

She said nothing but whimpered as I pushed in. I was still hurting her. I could feel how tight she was, and it felt like fucking heaven, but it was plain that she was in discomfort.

I played with her clitoris with my right hand while my left cupped an ass cheek to hold her high.

”I can”t,” she moaned.

”Yeah, baby, you can. Come for me so I can come for you. I want to fill you up.”

I could feel her get wetter as I talked.

”In one of my fantasies, I have you just like this, slamming into you, hitting your cervix every time, feeling your muscles milk me. And then, after I come, I pull out and watch as the cum drips out of you. I take the cum in my fingers and make you lick me clean. And—”

She wailed as her orgasm hit, and I couldn”t hold back. I was out of control. I spurted into her. I”d never gone bare before. This was fucking heaven. My penis felt like a hundred detonations were going off all over it.

”Oh fuck,” I groaned as I fell on her like a stone. I rested my face against her neck, suckling her skin, wanting to hold on to something to make sense of what was happening to me.

I”d had sex before. It was fun, raunchy, and exciting. It was also a temporary pleasure. This was something else. This was life-changing, mind-fucking-altering. Despite my experience, I”d never imagined sex could be like this: sweet, agonizing, possessive, protective, and…yeah, loving.

As I lay on her, she stroked my back, and a leg shifted up and down my mine, soothing and comforting me.

I kissed her softly on the mouth, looking at the contented look on her face. I couldn”t help myself, so I kissed her again, and then again, feeling my erection, which should have softened, becoming firmer. That hadn”t happened since I was a teenager. I was twenty-nine; I wasn”t a kid. Usually, I couldn”t get it up right away. It wasn”t how it worked. But it did with Isha.

I pulled out of her, and she winced. Her muscles and tissues grabbed my dick just as hard as when I pulled out as I”d gone in. Her thighs were splayed, and her eyes were closed. Her breathing was soft, like she was falling asleep.

I watched as the cum leaked out of her as I”d wanted to. I saw the blood, too. It happened sometimes when the sex was rough. But it was rare. There was blood on my penis, and I felt something move inside me. Had Ace lied? Or maybe she was built like this. She had a small tight pussy, and…this happened.

I didn”t care about virginity, I really didn”t, but if I was her first, it gave me a rush I hadn”t experienced before. I went into the bathroom to clean up. I soaked a towel in warm water and came back to clean her up. She”d bled more than just a little. I”d never fucked a virgin before, ever. Was this normal? Had I hurt her? Maybe she was on her period. Yep, that was what this was. That explained the pain. She was having cramps.

She flinched as I cleaned her, but her eyes remained closed. She was exhausted. I pushed a finger inside her, and she moaned. She was swollen, and her clitoris peeked out. I touched it, and her hips jerked. Even as she slept, her body knew me, I thought with pride and wonder.

I threw the towel on the floor. I could leave now. She was asleep. It was late.

I couldn”t remember the last time I”d spent this much time with a woman in bed. I usually got my release and got the hell out of there. I never brought a woman to the ranch or any of my homes. I went to the women’s homes or to a hotel. Never one as dingy as this. But this was the best my business manager could do on short notice.

If this was her first time, she”d just fucked a man who didn”t trust her in a shitty motel room on crappy sheets. She deserved better than this. I felt guilt run through me.

I turned off the lights and slid in next to her in bed. I pulled the cheap blankets and sheets over us, and held her close as I had the previous night. If this was our last night together, I wanted her skin next to mine.

We made love again in the middle of the night. She”d set her alarm for early, she told me, so she could make her seven o”clock flight. She could sleep on the plane, I decided.

It wasn”t easy to penetrate her. She squirmed less and moaned more, but I knew I was still hurting her. She was sensitive and cried out as I moved, and came all of a sudden, surprising herself and me.

”Look at me when you come, look at me, damn you,” I insisted as I drove into her, pushing hard, wanting to fuck myself into her so she”d always remember me, so she’d never ever fuck another man without thinking about me.

I came, and I couldn”t believe that I could still find release after the two rounds we”d already had.

As I lay on top of her, catching my breath, I heard her gentle voice.

”I love you, Rowan.”

”What the hell does that mean?” I demanded, raising my head.

She licked her lips and smiled. ”I love you.”

”Do you even know what it means?” Did I?

She nodded. ”I do.”

I pulled out of her, wanting to be far, far away from her.

”What does it mean?” I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, feeling the world around me collapse. Fucking honey trap!

”That you”re inside me, and I”m inside you. I know you, the real you, and I”ve let you see me as well.”

”What fucking nonsense.” I sat up.

”Don”t you know me?” she asked wistfully.

”No. I know nothing about you except that you”re not the sharpest pencil in the box, considering you hooked up with Ace. And now you”re professing your love to me just like you did him.”

”That”s not what I”m doing.”

”What do you want me to say, Isha?”

”In the perfect world, it would be nice if you said you loved me, too.” She looked sad then but still smiling, still herself.

My heart slammed against my ribs, racing. I could say those words to her. I had never said them to anyone before, but I could say them to Isha. I violently shook that thought loose. I didn”t feel love for her. What I felt was pity for her sheer stupidity.

”Sorry, darlin”. I don”t fucking feel that way about you.”

She picked up her phone and sat up. ”I have to get ready.”

It surprised me that she didn”t protest, didn”t try to change my mind.

”What if I said those words? What then?” I challenged her.

”Then…,” she shrugged, ”maybe we”d find a way to be together.”

”Together? You live in London.”

”People can move.”

”Ah, and you”d what? Live in the ranch house? Or maybe you want me to buy you a place where you”d live and wait for me to come to you. Is that it? You want to be a fucking mistress? A one-man whore?”

She winced. ”No, that”s not it.”

”Then what?”

”I don”t know.”

”Then why would you say you love me?” I shouted.

Tears filled her eyes, and I hated myself in that instant. She”d given me what she thought was a gift, but it was poison, and it was invading me, tearing me apart.

”Why the fuck would you say that to me?” I yelled.

”Because I love you.” Her voice was soft, barely audible.

Fucking hell!