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First Date After

Date: 9/20/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: ClarkRoberts, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

snapped. Then as tears of frustration filled my eyes, I whimpered, “I’m no angel. Please, don’t make this any more difficult for me than it is already.” Using his thumb, Rory chased a runaway tear from my cheek before it could ruin my make-up. With a tender tone, he professed, “You’re an angel all right. Your wings maybe broken, but you’re still an angel. You’ll always be my angel.” A sorrowful smile fractured my face as an empty ache squeezed my heart. I opened the car door and mumbled, “I better go.” “I’m going to walk you to your door,” declared Rory. “As long as you understand I won’t be inviting you inside.” “Understood,” he sighed with resignation. Walking to my door in awkward silence, Rory reached for my hand. I rebuffed him, yet still felt the surge of excitement of his nearness. Something in his manner soothed me. Reminding myself that I was too old and he was too young, I countered my lust. At my door, I turned to face him. He stepped forward and slipped his arms around me, pulling my body towards him. His lips slowly descended to mine and I felt my resolve weaken. He caressed my lips with a kiss as tender as a light summer breeze. A shiver of delight sent a current of desire through me. My senses reeled, my thoughts spun and my emotions whirled. I returned his kiss, devouring his mouth with passion. Feeling his erection pressing against me, I felt a burning desire, an aching need for more intimacy. Rational objections ebbed away then returned like a rushing wave. ... I broke the kiss and pushed him away. Panting, I gasped, “We can’t. I can’t. You better go.” Rory’s shoulders drooped as if he carried the weight of the world. His face went slack as if his heart were breaking. He murmured with earnest emotion, “How can I possibly let you go after tasting your lips?” My heart melted from the honesty of his vulnerability. Further resistance to my feelings was futile. As Rory turned to leave, I spun him back around and hugged him in a tight embrace. I knew this was the place I belonged, in his arms. Looking up into his eyes, I whispered, “Please don’t go.” I opened the door and Rory followed me inside. No sooner had the door closed than he pinned me against the wall. I melted into him as he smothered my lips with a savage intensity. My trembling arms clung to his neck. Breaking the kiss, he gazed into my eyes. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “I want you so damn bad. I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you.” “I want you too,” I whispered back, burying my face in his neck. I whimpered, “But, you’re so young and I’m so old. I feel so wicked.” “You’re not wicked. You’re an angel,” reassured Rory. With a half-grin he continued, “We’re consenting adults. I want you and you want me, that’s all that matters.” Realizing that I needed him to take the initiative, he slid the straps of dress off my shoulders. Then he guided the garment down my body until the dress was a puddle at my feet. A satisfied light came into his eyes as ...