Forbidden Love by Jack Gunthridge Page A

you out
to me on the dance floor. You were with Rick then. She told me how
much she loved you and thought you were making a mistake by seeing
him. She wished you could see yourself the way she saw you, so you
could realize how much better you could do than him. She told me
about how important you were to her and how you were there for her
when she had endometrial cancer.
    As we continued to dance and talk, I
could see her becoming torn between wanting me to be with you and
taking me for herself. I ended up making the decision for her when
I kissed her. You were still young and didn’t know what you wanted
out of life. Your mother was a lady that needed me.”
     
    I had heard about their first time
several times, but it was always from my mother’s point of view.
Before I knew him, I thought she was just telling me about her
sexual exploits to let me know how well-endowed he was or the way
his abs looked while he was making love to her
    Then everything about him began to
make me wish that it was me kissing him with my left arm around his
waist and my right hand on the back of his head pushing him in
closer to me. His hands are lifting up my dress and caressing my
back side. He’s pulling me in closer to him to where I am aware of
growing desire through his jeans.
    As we pause to catch our breath, he
pulls my dress up over my head and tosses it aside. With my skin
bared, he goes in for my neck and works his way to my shoulders. As
I throw my head back in ecstasy from the wonderful touch of his
lips, he undoes my bra with such ease as if this is not his first
time.
    I don’t know what it was about the
touch of his hands, but I let out a sigh that was a mini-orgasm in
and of itself. His hands gently slide down my back and rest around
my waist. They then stop, and I open my eyes to see his beautiful
blue-grey eyes looking at me wanting some sort of
response.
    I pounce on him. He tries to return
the passion I am giving him by pulling me closer to him so that his
forearms are on the upper part of my bare back and his fingers go
under my bra straps. I slap his arms off of me. With a stunned look
on his face, I bite his bottom lip and tell him through clenched
teeth, “You’re mine.”
    As he goes willingly into submission,
I kiss him as if he is a meal I cannot get my fill of. I work my
way down his neck and take in the smell of his aftershave. As I get
to his shirt, I forcibly pull the two sides apart until the buttons
come out of the holes.
    We are both breathing hard by this
time. He sits down on the bed and starts to undo his belt and pants
as I take off my bra and throw it to wherever it might land. As he
continues to take off his shoes and pants, I scoot over behind him.
I run my fingers through his hair dark, black hair, pull him back
towards me, and nibble on his ear. My breasts are against his
smooth back. I can’t stop myself with just his ears and neck. I
kiss his shoulders and muscular back while my hands feel his
pecks.
    He has stripped down to his underwear.
I push him down on the bed. I hold his arms down to let him know
I’m in control. As I’m holding them down, they are bent at the
elbow so that he is really flexing. Little tufts of armpit hair are
sticking out. I’m straddling him as I’m pinning him down. He’s
letting me do with him as I please.
    I find myself licking the outline of
his biceps before working my way to his pecks. He’s a lean,
muscular man. He’s not bulked up like he spends the majority of his
day at the gym. His nipples… His nipples are small and like a
delicious delicacy that sit gently atop his firm pecks. My tongue
plays with them and my mouth takes them in and then gently blows on
them as I gage his reaction from the feel of his dick through his
cotton underwear as it rubs up next to my lace panties.
    As much as I want to play with him, I
can’t fight the prize that is waiting for me. I slide my body down
his. My hands get to enjoy his muscles as my bare breasts conform
to