Crossing Boundaries (Cape Falls) (10 page)

When it was over he collapsed on top of her. For the first time, Dean lay with feeling in his heart and body. He lifted his head and glanced at Laura. She’d been the woman to set him free.

Chapter Eleven

His weight felt nice on top of her. She’d be self-conscious if it had been the other way around with she on top of him. This way she was relaxed. Her pussy felt on fire and her skin sensitive to the touch.

“What are you thanking me for?” he asked. His body was over hers and she felt his length inside her still. Not as full, but enough for her to know he was there.

Tears sprung to her eyes. “People don’t think like that anymore,” she told him. She didn’t know why she was crying and Dean held her as the tears burst.

“I’m not most people. I think it’s a real gift you’ve given me and I intend to treasure it, always,” he said.

Later, he took her to wash up. She winced as the water touched her. Dean cared for her in the proper way she’d read about in some old historical romance books. The men who’d taken a woman’s virginity—their way of thanking them had been to care for them.

After they’d washed up, Dean cooked a little supper and Laura phoned her parents to assure them she was fine and would be staying at Dean’s. They didn’t question her further.

“Don’t even start that.” He cupped the back of her head and took her lips, showing her what he wanted. His lips were firm but demanding.

“I don’t care. Dean, I love you and want you. What just happened was the most amazing thing in my life. Don’t treat it badly. I couldn’t live with that and I don’t want to stop.”

Dean cupped her face and kissed the top of her head. “Don’t worry. I care about you, Laura. I don’t want to feel this way, but I want you too. Being with you, being in your company, has made me feel alive. In the last two years since they died I’ve not felt anything,” he told her.

“So, you don’t have any regret?” she asked pulling out of his hands and picking up the spoon.

“I should regret it. I’m older than you...”

“You keep saying that and I don’t want to hear it. There are girls out there I went to school with who are married with a kid. I didn’t want that.”

Dean nodded and they ate in silence. They washed the dished together and when they were done he took her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom.

“I want to hold you,” he said.

Laura removed the dressing gown he’d given her and climbed onto bed. Dean turned out the lights and joined her, his arms wrapping around her. In seconds her ass was cushioned in his lap. The hard evidence of his arousal lay across her ass.

“Dean, you’re hard,” she told him.

“I know. Don’t worry about it.”

She turned to see him. “I don’t want you to suffer. Is their anything I can do? I’ve read in books about women giving a guy a blow-job and that helped.”

Dean groaned and pulled away. “What sort of books are you reading? Don’t answer that. I gave you one similar to it. I’m going to hell. There is no way they’re letting me inside the pearly gates.”

Laura pressed a hand against his chest. “Relax. I want to try something.”

He stayed still. She smiled and kissed him on the lips. She explored his body starting with his chest and nipples. Did he like them being touched as much as she enjoyed hers? Her fingers circled the red tips. She’d never touched a man with a hard muscled chest. Opening her hand out flat she felt every ripple of muscle from her touch.

“Do you like that?” she asked.

“Yes.”

Laura took her time giving attention to every part of his chest, moving slowly down to his abdomen. She placed a leg over his so she straddled him. His cock stood straight up and she saw the tip wet. Forgetting about his body, her hands curled around his length.

Laura liked him being her teacher. They’d crossed the boundary of friendship. Dean Riley was her lover. Her only lover if she had her way.

She worked the shaft like he’d told her down stairs. She fascinated. With every stroke the wetness leaked out of his little slit at the head.

“Can I taste it?” she asked.

“God, yes.”

She licked the tip with all of his cum leaking out. The small bit she gathered on her tongue tasted tangy and a little bit salty. It wasn’t distasteful. She took the head of his cock inside her mouth and licked every part, taking as much of his cum as he’d give her. His hands gripped her hair and pulled her off.

She went further down until he hit the back of her throat. His grip tightened in her hair and she loved the pain as he showed her how fast he wanted her to suck him.

Her mouth felt so good around his dick. The thick length hit the back of her throat. She didn’t gag and he was thankful. Watching a woman gag on him wasn’t enjoyable. Dean couldn’t take his eyes off her. She worked his cock to perfection, tight, warm, and getting better with every second.

“Cup my balls,” he panted. He had to concentrate not to blow down her throat. The choice would be hers if she swallowed or not. Laura had been a virgin, coming apart in his arms a few hours ago. She’d moved quickly to sucking his shaft.

Moans escaped her mouth, muffled as she was filled up. Each sound vibrated along his length. Dean needed to concentrate to not pull on her hair. The constant movement was hitting every button inside his body.

“Fuck, Laura, you’ve got to stop or I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warned.

Laura pulled away from him, but worked his shaft with her hand. In seconds his seed spilled from the tip. Dean was a little disappointed she hadn’t swallowed his cum. At the same time he was pleased she could trust him enough to pull away.

Dean held her for the rest of the night. He liked the feel of her close to him, within touching distance or resting in his arms. For sometime after she’d fallen asleep, he lay looking at the ceiling. Sleep eluding him.

“What have I done, Carla?” he whispered.

Never, in all of his forty years, had he desired a woman younger than him. Carla and the other women he’d taken to bed had been older or the same age. Laura was the first young woman he’d taken to bed. He glanced down at the top of her head. She looked perfect nestled on his chest with her beautiful body next to him. After all this time was he finally moving on?

“What should I do, Carla?”

No answers came to him. Instead, Laura rolled over and away from him. The pain striking his heart shocked him. He didn’t like her moving away. Dean moved closer and spooned against her back. Whenever Laura was in his bed, she’d stay in his arms.

Was that his answer?

Chapter Twelve

Dear Diary,

I lost my virginity last night to Dean Riley. It was the most amazing experience of my life. He is so sweet and tender and caring. He doesn’t think of himself all the time. I loved when he touched my body, working down with his tongue, over my breasts and pussy.

I feel like a new woman. Not just pretending to be a woman. I sat at the breakfast table with my parents and they didn’t notice a change. I’m still the same old Laura. Nothing new.

Am I supposed to feel bad for wanting to do it again? My work is at the library, only now, while I’m placing books on the shelf, I think about Dean and sex. I want to experience everything, to be with him everyday.

Holy shit, I think I’m addicted.

Laura closed her diary and smiled. Dean had asked her to come to his house after she’d finished at work.

She waited for the head librarian, like she did the other times, to close the shop. On a Friday the library only stayed open for half a day. Peter, as always, stood outside waiting for her.

“Don’t worry about it. It was just another busy day with filling shelves. You know, it amazes me. I don’t see many people taking books out, but there sure are a lot to put back.”

“At least you’ve got stuff to do,” said Peter.

“How do you keep an apartment when you don’t work?” she asked. Since she’d started going to college Laura had thought about moving out of her parents' house. The opportunity hadn’t rose and the prices were too high. She paid rent to her parents every week, but nothing as costly as renting a place.

Peter nodded and Laura waved at him. She ran the last few yards to Dean’s house, not bothering to look back. Laura enjoyed the breeze on her face.

“You’re becoming insatiable," he told her. "I don’t want to spend all of my time stranded inside here. I bought you something.” He picked up a bag and instead of showing her what he’d brought, took her hand and they walked down through the garden.

She recognized the path to the stream with the boulders she loved. She didn’t talk and waited until Dean stopped and looked around.