Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

My pleasure bottoms out, and I find those delicious moments that consume my whole body before I reach the peak, and I try to hold on, I try to make it last, but I can’t. I look at Trevor, his own hand moving just as fast as mine, and I lock eyes with him as I go over.

Pleasure crashes through me and I grind against hand, trying to make it last. I feel a flood of wetness leave my pussy, and I know I’m moaning louder than I should be in a house full of sleeping people. The high fades as quickly as it came, and I’m left blinking away the pleasure, small spasms moving through my muscles.

Trevor looks at me-he never looked away-and I know he’s close. I can see it in his body, and I know all it will take is one little push. So I give it to him. I draw a finger through my soaking pussy, and bring it to my lips. I lick myself clean for him. I see his muscles go rigid, and he leans forward as he comes, spilling himself across my breasts and stomach. He covers me in it, and I let him. This is what he wanted, and I want him to look at me covered in it. Then I want him to fuck me.

“That was incredibly hot,” he says, bracing himself over me, catching his breath.

I give him my best smirk. “Happy birthday.”

“Yes, it is.”

I reach between us and grab his cock, feeling it harden again under my touch. “Do you still have enough energy to fuck me?”

He gives a dark chuckle, and grabs a condom. “The best part of me being twenty,” he says, leaning down and pressing his lips to my ear. “I can go for hours.”

“I won’t need hours,” I say, pulling the rest of him down to me. “But I do need you inside me. Now.”

He fits himself against me and slides into me in one stroke, and I close my eyes, reveling in that feeling of overwhelming fullness. My body, still so sensitive from my first orgasm, is already pulling me towards another climax. Trevor rolls his hips, thrusting in to the hilt, and I gasp. He pulls out slowly, the feeling of him dragging against me sending more little spasms through me. He sets that rhythm, pulling out slowly and plunging deep. Every thrust makes our bodies slide together, slick with his come in between us.

It’s too much, too much sensation, too much fullness. I know I’m going to come.

Trevor has other plans.

Crushing me to him, he rolls us, never releasing me. Now I’m sitting on top of him, his cock deeper than ever inside of me. Trevor is looking up at me, and my god he’s a beautiful sight. We’re both frozen, breathing hard and glistening with sweat and come. “Ride me,” he says.

I realize that I’ve never done this. No man I’ve been with wanted this position, and I never asked. My pussy clenches down on him and I see Trevor’s jaw clench as he lets out a groan. He reaches up, cupping my breast with one hand and squeezing. He circles my nipple with his thumb, teasing it into an even sharper peak. It sets my nerves singing, and I move my hips, grinding forward.

God this feels good. I can’t stop. I work his cock with my body, setting the pace I need. Trevor is still playing with my breasts and every time he squeezes and flicks it sends heat straight to my clit. My breath is coming in gasps now, and I have to close my eyes. Have to lean forward and brace myself just so I can keep moving, keep riding him. His tongue is on my nipple and I curse as he takes it into his mouth. I feel him laugh against my skin, feel him suck deeply, feel his fingers find my clit and start to stroke.

Suddenly I’m there, the orgasm blasting through me in an unexpected rush. I barely manage not to scream. I love the feel of him inside me as I contract around him, luxurious pleasure spilling through me from the inside. I’m spent and satisfied, and I’ve rarely felt so content.

I blink my eyes open to see Trevor, his face so close to mine. He’s still hard inside me, waiting for me to come back, to recover. I smile at him, lean in to kiss him. As I do, his hands move to my hips and he takes control. I kiss him as he fucks me, enjoying the aftershocks that his cock sends through my body. It doesn’t take long before he shudders underneath me, moaning against my mouth as he comes.

He lets me down and we once again lie side by side, still kissing. But it’s soft and gentle now, a way to stay connected.

“Please,” Trevor says, fitting words in the rare moments our lips aren’t touching. “Please, don’t send me back to the couch after that.”

“Stay,” I say. “But I should clean up.”

“The shower will be there in the morning,” he says, disposing of the condom and tucking my body in close to his.

There isn’t anything left to say after that. We kiss until we fall asleep.

A few days pass, and I manage to fit in everything I wanted to. I keep up with work despite being on vacation. I keep us well stocked in food-even if Brad and Trevor insisted on coming to the store with me to buy far too many Christmas cookie supplies-and I get Brad to find his old Christmas stocking and hang it with me.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

But today is shopping day. Bradley and his family didn’t want to go to the mall, instead choosing to do some family things at our house. I insisted Brad come with me, and Trevor comes too. He pretends it’s because he wants to hang out with Brad, and to a degree that’s true. But Trevor has barely left my side these past few days, and it’s made me happier than I could have imagined.

He’s kept his promise for naughty wake-ups, ranging from his tongue on my breasts to using my own vibrator on me. We’ve become more comfortable with each other, and even now, walking through the mall, it’s a struggle to keep my hands off of him. I would love to hold his hand, but I also don’t want to have the stares that will come with that. Or to explain it to my son.