Chapter 8 Leo
LEO
My balls are aching with the heavy load of cum that’s been building all day. Just having Amy by my side is enough to get my dick in a permanent semi.
We spent the day in one of my favorite bays along the coast. You can only get there by walking around the cliffs, which means it’s free of tourists.
We swam in the cool ocean and looked for crabs in the rock pools. We laid on a picnic blanket, laughing and talking. I tried to keep my hands off Amy, but it was fucking hard.
I’ve had a permanent boner ever since I saw her coming out of the ocean in her two-piece, flaunting her curves with the same self-confidence she showed in the bedroom last night.
She wants to prove to me she’s a woman, I have no doubt. She’s got more confidence than most women twice her age.
Tomorrow I’ll speak with Tony. I don’t know how it’s going to go, but I can guess.
He’s not going to be happy that someone wants to be with his little girl, least of all me. He’ll probably feel betrayed and taken for a fool. I need to make him see the truth, that I love Amy. That I’ll take care of her and that I’ll always do right by her.
There is a risk Tony will break my arms, or worse. But I’ll take that risk for My Amy. The challenge I face tonight is getting through the night with her virginity intact.
I owe that to my best friend. I won’t ravish his daughter until I have his blessing. I need him to know that’s not what I’m after from Amy. I’m here for the long haul. I’m here for her. Forever.
Now we’re back at my place, and I’m cooking up steamed fish with grilled vegetables while Amy watches me from her perch on the kitchen stool.
“Where did you learn to cook?”
I slide the fish out of the pan and onto the plate, adding a squeeze of lemon and some parsley for garnish.
I learned to cook out of necessity because Mom often wasn’t around and I didn’t like eating cereal for dinner. But I’m not going to tell Amy my whole story right now. My hard upbringing gave me resilience and fortitude and prepared me for life in the military.
“I’ve always cooked. Learned as a kid.”
I put the plate in front of her and watch as she takes a bite of the buttery potatoes. Her eyes close, and she tilts her head back. Fuck me. Even that movement has my cock throbbing.
“It’s good.”
“Get used to it because when you move in here, I’ll cook for you every night if you like.”
Her eyes widen and she almost chokes on her mouthful.
“You want me to move in?”
“I told you, kiddo. I’m crazy about you. You’re mine now, and that means waking up next to you every day of my life.”
Her face lights up in a beatific smile, making my heart melt like the butter on the potatoes.
“I’ll go get my things.”
She pretends to slide off the stool, making me laugh.
I laugh a lot when I’m with Amy. Sure, I laugh a lot anyway. Life is for enjoying, after all, but it’s even more so when I’ve got Amy by my side. Everything seems lighter when she’s around.
We eat dinner while talking easily and wash the dishes together. And it’s so natural, having her by my side and in my house. I can’t wait for her to move in permanently.
I’m putting the last of the dishes away when I accidentally brush up against Amy. I’ve been careful to keep my hands to myself all evening because I know I won’t be able to stop myself.
But as my hip brushes hers, the heat coming off her body burns my veins and sends the blood rushing south. I turn away, trying to hide my hard-on, but it’s too late.
Amy’s gaze locks on the tent in my pants, and she raises an eyebrow at me.
“You must really love doing the dishes.”
“Only when it’s with you. I don’t usually get turned on by my dinner plates.” She laughs, a deep throaty sound that does nothing to help the aching in my loins.
“They are exceptionally nice dinner plates.” She puts the last one in the cupboard, and when she turns back to me, she’s biting her lower lip.
Her gaze dips to the boner pressing against my jeans, and a mischievous look dances in her eyes.
“Amy…” I give her a warning as she advances toward me because I swear if that woman lays one soft hand on me, I’m done for.
Her teeth sink into her lower lip as her mouth curls up at the edges. Her hand reaches for my jeans, and I don’t pull away. I can’t pull away.
Her hands caress me through the tough fabric, and the pressure of her palm combined with her lavender scent makes me dizzy.
“We’re not doing this, Amy. Not yet.”
“I’m not doing anything,” she says innocently even as her hands undo my belt buckle.
I want nothing more than to sink into her virgin pussy, but I’m not going to do that until I’ve spoken with Tony.
With all the restraint and discipline that twenty years in the military has taught me, I put my hand over hers.
“I’m not sleeping with you, Amy. Not yet.”
Her thumb sneaks out from under my hand and slowly strokes me through my jeans.
“Who said anything about sleeping together?”
With her eyes locked on mine, she sinks to her knees. I let out a groan when I realize what she wants to do. And help me, God. When she fumbles with my zipper, I don’t resist.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I mutter feebly as she slides my jeans off my hips and frees my cock from my sticky boxers.
“I want to make you feel good, Leo.”
The words make me groan. My girl on her hands and knees wanting to please me is almost more than I can take.
Her tongue darts out and licks the tip of my cock. “Is this good?”
She looks uncertain, and that innocence almost undoes me.
“You ever done this before?”
There’s only one right answer, and it’s the one Amy gives when she shakes her head slightly.
“You’re my first everything, Leo. My first and only.”
Damn right I am.
I’m the first dick she’s had in her mouth. I can tell by the way she holds me, uncertain with her mouth clumsily closing over my length. Her inexperience makes it all the more erotic.
Instinctually, she knows how to lick and suck right where I need it. I can’t imagine how good she’ll be with a little practice.
But I do know we shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not sex, but it may as well be.
“We should stop, Amy.”
But even as I say the words to her, I thrust into her mouth, wanting her to take all of me.
I shouldn’t. She’s forbidden to me. Out of bounds. But her hot wet mouth around my shaft is too good to resist.
“Amy, stop…”
I’m panting as I say it, breathless and tortured. I want her so bad, but I know I shouldn’t.
She looks up at me and runs a hand over her top, pulling down her t-shirt to caress her breasts.
Her mouth turns up at the corners as she sucks me long and hard, tugging at my cock like I’m a stick of candy.
I should stop. I’ve been trained for resilience, to be disciplined.
My hand goes to her head to pull her off my cock, but her mouth clamps around me.
“We can’t do this…”
My words turn into a groan as she opens her throat, taking me all the way into her mouth. She gags on my cock and her eyes widen. I start to pull out, but her hand firmly clamps around me.
No matter what I do, she’s not stopping, and it feels so fucking fantastic.
I feel the moment my will breaks. Twenty years of military discipline crumbles in Amy’s soft mouth.
My hands fist her hair, and I thrust into her, giving in to my need.
“We shouldn’t…” I say feebly. Knowing it’s forbidden spurs me on.
Amy’s hand slides down to her leggings, and she slips her hand into them, caressing herself as she takes me into her mouth.
I pull her head toward me, pulling her mouth down my shaft. “You’re forbidden…” I say even as I plunge myself into her, pulling her roughly up and down my cock, needing this release so badly.
She gives little yelps of pleasure as I fuck her mouth, her hands working in her pants to bring her to a peak.
My balls pull up tight, and I know I’m about to explode.
“I’m going to cum.” I give her a warning and try to pull out, but she clamps onto my cock and sucks for all she’s worth.
“I. Shouldn’t. Be. Fucking. Your. Mouth.” I say the words with every thrust. On the last word, I explode inside her, shooting hot cum to the back of her throat, making her gag and sending my seed dribbling out the sides of her mouth.
Her body tenses and she cries out, coming as she tries to swallow my seed down, her cries tugging on my cock and milking the last drops out of me.
“Fuuck,” I groan as I slide myself out of her. I lift her up off the floor and hug her close to me, my thumping heart pressed against her chest.
“Did I do okay?”
She looks anxious, and I kiss her forehead.
“Baby, you did more than okay. You’re amazing, and I’m a lucky son of a bitch.”
She smiles warmly at my praise.
Her eyelids are drooping, and I can see the day has worn her out. Holding her hand, I lead her upstairs, hoping like hell we can make it through the night with her virginity still intact.