Chapter 14
I sit down next to Chloe on the bench, noticing the flush on her cheeks even in the dim light.
The faint glow seems to accentuate the color of her face.
I brush my fingers against her skin and she looks at me.
I can’t resist—I move closer, pulling her near, pressing our foreheads together, giving her the chance to pull away. But she doesn’t.
Taking it as permission, I move toward her lips, brushing them softly at first. Then she parts them, and I take that as a yes.
I don’t wait another second to taste her.
Our lips meet in a soft kiss that quickly deepens into something intense.
Our tongues intertwine, dancing together in a sensual rhythm.
The kiss is like an explosion of feelings.
Each touch of our lips is like a promise, a magical moment that makes us feel alive.
She wraps her arms around my neck, and I slide my hand to her nape, threading her hair between my fingers.
I pull gently, and a low moan escapes her lips.
My desire grows with each passing second, my body tense, rigid as stone.
Our kiss becomes deeper, more urgent, and the strawberry taste on her lips hypnotizes me.
For an instant, all that exists is her. With effort, I fight against the impulse and reluctantly pull away, barely holding on to my self-control.
I trace her swollen, tempting lips with my finger, give her a soft kiss, then stand and extend my hand—she takes it without hesitation.
“Let’s get out of here, or I’m liable to fuck you right here on this bench.”
She blushes again, and I smile, admiring her innocence even more and thinking about what we’re getting ourselves into.
I can’t stay there any longer. I motion for her to come with me, and she agrees with a nod. We leave without saying goodbye. The valet brings my car, and finally, we’re off.
“Can I take you to my place?”
“Do you usually ask all women that?”
“No, because I’ve never taken any of them there.”
She looks at me in silence, and I take that as a yes.
I head toward my house and, minutes later, park out front.
I help her out of the car and, still holding her hand, lead her to the entrance.
As soon as we’re inside, I take off my tuxedo jacket and tie, leaving them on a nearby table.
I unbutton my shirt halfway, feeling the tension ease, while she watches me in silence, as if every gesture speaks louder than words. I decide to break the silence:
“Want something to drink? Water, juice, sparkling wine…”
“Sparkling wine, please.”
I go to the bar, grab a glass, and open the sparkling wine from my cellar. The fresh aroma fills the air. I pour and hand it to her, and she drains the glass in one gulp, her eyes shining with pleasure. I can’t help but smile, enchanted by her spontaneity.
“Easy, little one! Keep that up and I’ll have to carry you in my arms.”
“Would that be a problem?”
“Not at all. But I want you sober, so you’re aware of everything you’re doing—and what I can do to you.”
“And what do you intend to do to me?”
“Everything you want and allow.”
“I just don’t want this to interfere with my work.”
“Don’t worry. What happens here, stays here. Okay?”
“Better that way.”
At first, I’m not sure I heard her right. But when I meet her gaze, I realize that yes, she feels desire for me too. My body cries out for her, and I’m dying to sink into her depths. The urge to surrender is intense, insane, but I know she’s only eighteen, and I need to be more cautious.
She turns slowly to face me, her eyes fixed on mine as if trying to decipher every thought.
I reach out, brushing her soft, warm lips with my fingertips.
They part with an almost imperceptible sigh.
The little devil sticks out the tip of her tongue and touches it delicately to my skin; her warm saliva slides down my finger, sending a shiver straight to my cock, already rock hard with desire.
The touch, simple and bold, only feeds the hunger growing inside me, fierce and uncontrollable.
“Chloe… if we start, I won’t be able to stop.” My voice comes out hoarse, thick with desire. “The want I have for you only grows with each second, like a fever that won’t break. Is this really what you want? Are you sure?”
“If what you want is my permission to have me in your bed… then yes. You have it. I’m giving you all of me, without fear, without holding back. I want you too.”
I press my forehead to hers, and still touching her lips, I say:
“I swear I tried. I did everything to stay away from you. But as young as you are, you drive me crazy with desire, make me insane with lust. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t resist anymore, fuck…
” My hand wraps around her nape, pulling her hair firmly as she lets out a soft moan.
“So be mine. I want all of you—to fuck you in every way, to taste you until you don’t remember your own name, to savor every inch of your body. Look what you do to me.”
I take her hand and guide it to my cock, still over my pants.
She’s startled by the boldness, but now it’s too late to back down.
Without a word, I lift her in my arms and start climbing the stairs.
I enter my room without turning on the light, leaving it wrapped in shadow.
Only the lamp beside the bed casts a soft glow over the room, creating the perfect atmosphere for what’s to come.
I stand her right in front of me and kiss her hungrily, greedily, as if I want to devour her. Our tongues meet in a frantic, hungry dance. My teeth, in moments of pure impulse, nibble at her lips, drawing out soft sighs that arouse me even more.
“Chloe, you drive me completely crazy. Ever since I saw you, I can't think about anything but you.
The way you smile, the sound of your voice, your perfume…
everything about you bewitches me. Your shy gaze tempts me, provokes me, consumes me.
Sometimes it feels like madness—I feel like I could go insane at any moment.
I want you like I've never wanted another woman.
Completely, body and soul. And today, you'll be mine.
All mine. I'm going to show you everything I can do to you, every touch, every sigh… it will be unforgettable, my little one!”
I turn her around so her back is to me and slide my hands along her neck.
With my fingertips, I touch her delicately, sending shivers across her skin.
When I reach the zipper of her dress, I begin to open it slowly, inch by inch, kissing and savoring each new part of her body revealed beneath my touch.
I watch the dress slide down her body and fall softly at her feet. She remains with her back to me, revealing that perfect ass—exactly as I had imagined. She wears only a red lace thong and stilettos the same color, a provocative contrast. A sweet, endless temptation before my eyes.
Today, she'll be all mine, and if that's what it takes, I'll kneel at her feet without pride, begging for her pussy, for every curve of her body surrendered beneath mine.