Page 59 of Forbidden Fruit
Even if she asked me to leave her alone, even if she wanted nothing to do with me, I’d help her and set her up so she could pursue her dreams. Not out of charity, but because I can’t stand for her to be anything less than what she envisions her future to be.
She’s saving me without even knowing it and I want to repay the favour. I don’t need anything in return, but I’m hoping she’ll give me even a fraction of the attention she’s bestowing upon me right now. I’m addicted to being the centre of her affection. Sharing it with my children is becoming a dream.
I’ve learnt the hard way that dreams are dangerous and always crushed by the harsh reality, but with her, I want to take risks.
“I have,” she finally announces. “I’d like to live in the pool house for now. I’ll study and we can date like normal people.”
A rush of air leaves my lungs at her acceptance. “Whatever you want, you’ll have,zitella.”
“It’s strange, you know. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’ve always relied only on my mum and then she died and it was just me and I had to make tough decisions to survive.”
I don’t say anything as I let her open up. I knew from the few times she hinted at it that Vanessa knows grief intimately. That whatever happened in her life left her to be only able to count on herself. I wait with bated breaths as she shares her vulnerability with me, grateful for this piece of her.
She looks at the sea as she continues, “My mother had a rare form of throat cancer and when she couldn’t work anymore, we lost our apartment and had to live with her sister, my aunt Hannah. They weren’t close, so I don’t know what I was expecting, but she refused to help me pay for the medical bills and they kept piling up.” Emotions clogs her throat and pearlescent tears form at the corner of her eyes. I swipe my thumb back and forth on her thigh, showing that I’m here for her. “That’s not the worst she did, but I don’t want to talk about that right now. Anyway, when my mother’s treatments weren’t effective anymore, we went to see a chiropractor who was recommended. That woman eased my mother’s pain, and she was kind and understanding. That’s what I want to do for others, you know?”
“You’re not alone anymore.” I bend over and kiss her hands, clasped into mine. “Let me take care of you. Please.”
“Will you be patient with me if I retreat and get scared?” she asks.
Her uncertainty makes me want to worship at her feet so she’ll understand I only have eyes for her. I’ve never given my soul to another person. I rejected my ex-wife with my callousness, not even noticing what I was doing. I don’t want tomake the same mistake with my precious Vanessa. She’s the sun I revolve around.
Suddenly, she’s too far away. I move her body against mine once more. I’ve never been very good at communicating my emotions, but I’m ready to make the effort for her. For my children and our future.
“I’ll be whatever you need me to,zitella. Patient. Kind. Rough. Stern. You name it, it’s yours. But I’m not an easy person to be with. Out of the two of us, you’re the patient one, the caring one. I just get to experience your light, and I’m so grateful you’re letting me be close.”
Our foreheads connect as our hearts touch.
“I want you closer,” she whispers against my lips, then grinds against me, my cock growing hard in an instant and pressing against the fly of my jeans.
“How much closer,zitella?” My tone turns huskier, lust coating the edges until I’m mindless with it.
Vanessa fumbles with the zipper, freeing me from the confine of my clothes. “Let me show you.”
I let out a relieved groan that turns into a pathetic moan when she glides her wet pussy against my cock, like the hungry girl she can be. “Again without panties,zitella? How desperate are you to get my cock?”
“Very,” she answers as she kisses me and continues to rub her needy clit against me, coating me in her essence. As our skin touches, any thoughts I have left disappear. I’m left bare, stripped to my bones for the sunshine in my arms.
When she lifts onto her knees and the head of my cock skims her entrance, I stop her with a firm hand. “Zitella, I’ve had a vasectomy, but I don’t have a condom on me.”
I had the procedure after Monica got pregnant with Livia, but I’ve never had sex without protection with anyone else but my ex. It always seemed too intimate. Now, on the verge of gettinginside Vanessa for the first time, I want nothing more than to have no barrier between us, but it’s not only about me.
“I don’t care. I want to feel you inside me. And I’m on the pill. I haven’t been with anyone since my last test.Please, Daddy, get inside me before I lose my mind.”
She knows exactly the effect she has on me and smiles as she sinks down onto my cock slowly. I fit inside her like I was made for her.
“Oh, fuck.” It’s hard to breathe; my heart pounds in my chest as she takes me inch by inch. All I can do is eye Vanessa in awe as pleasure overrides her. I bunch her dress at her hips with frenzied hands, revealing the place where her pussy clamps on my dick and watch as I disappear inside her.
With just as much fervour, she unbuttons my shirt and lets her hands roam over my chest.
I lean back on my hands and let her find her rhythm, all too happy to savour the way her hands grip my shoulders and her hips move and up and down my shaft.
Vanessa takes me all the way in then grinds her pussy on me that has my eyes rolling back. “Oh God,zitella,” I cry out.
“God isn’t here, Daddy,” she answers with a wide mischievous grin. One of her hands snakes down until her index and middle fingers frame my cock where we’re joined. I grunt and thrust upward, drawing out a low moan from my girl.
I grip her throat in a possessive hold, not tightening my fingers, and bring her lips to mine. The kiss is filthy, a battle of tongues and will as we bite at each other’s lips.
“No, She isn’t. But my devil girl is. Show me how much you want my cum,diavula zitella. Work for it.”