Michelle's pov
His kiss filled me with a need I couldn't describe, carving out a desire I had long since buried within myself trapped within the confines of my heart because it was something that Elliot could never fulfill, not like here but went out of his way to do so.
Hayden pulled it out of me as his lips ravaged mine until I was out of breath and my face was flushed with color our eyes met questioning pleading for more, my heart was slamming against my ribs the bits of common sense that remained in my mind told me that this was wrong but before I blinked our lips met again like the opposite sides of a magnet a reached down his hand touching my thigh and going higher.
If I didn't stop him now...then..
The thought only remained in my mind but did not go past my lips, didn't even get the chance as his tongue pryed through, entangling itself with mine our saliva mixed into a cocktail of deeper need his hand rose higher more defiant. Now my heart was beating so loudly I was half sure he could hear it he pulled me up plopping me on the counter without breaking the kiss. His other hand pressed more firmly to my lower back so that I was still pulled towards him. I reached my fingers around his neck, accidentally grabbing his hair and yanking on it.
I was just about to apologize when he leaned towards me shivering, and moaned softly into my mouth.
"Please..." He was begging not asking, "...do that again," I was skeptical and a little freaked out by what I just learnt about Hayden, but still I complied holding a fistful of his hair and pulling on it.
"Ugh..." It took his hand from my back and grabbed my other leg instinctively I rubbed them around his hips, our bodies were now glued together as we explored each other's mouths his tongue licking at every crevice in mind. I was so distracted by his kisses that I only came back to reality as he stood at the foot of the bed then dropped me on the king-sized bed. It was soft like lying on a cloud.
I was catching my breath when I saw the threatening tent in Hayden's pants, I gulped, my mouth already felt dry on account of his tongue. Watching the bound in his pants grow was both exciting and scary at the same time.
"That looks like it hurts," I said unable to take my eyes away."How much bigger are you going to get?"
He smirked..
"Don't tell me, my old man isn't at least this size?"
I blushed.
Elliott has been my first and only, there was no other real-life experience to compare if he was above or below average. But I always liked to assume that he was at least average.
Or maybe it was his son who was the weird one.
His mention of his dad gave me another dose of doubt, what if I ended up regretting this? We had already made out... Was there really any backing out now? He took off his pants leaving just his stretched briefs ot on the bed walking on all fours then trapping me between his hands again as he hovered over me.
"Are you wondering if it'll fit?"
I hesitated.
"I'm just wondering if we're doing the right thing..."
He chuckled.
"We're not,"
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His tongue was lapping all the juices that was flowing out of my folds, each flashy whip from that lethal tongue of his sent me crashing into a wave of pleasure, then a tsunami began to build up my legs trembled raising higher and higher by themselves like they were trying to touch the roof then I reached my peak exploding with a mix of intense guilt and satisfaction.
Except there was more satisfaction than guilt.
I was embarrassed to admit that even to myself, after giving his still clothed member one more passing look I slipped off the bed and straightened my clothes. I ignored how my legs were still wobbling like jelly. Hayden's eyes were watching me burning from his own unquenched desire, he got off the bed too.
"Are you just going to leave like that?"
He helped me from behind wrapping his hands around my waist and sliding his member between my butt cheeks lifting the hem of my dress until the only thing between us and direct contact was the soaked cotton of our underwear. I was getting moist and needy again, part of me wanted to dig my tongue into his throat once more and pull him towards the bed to have him go all the way with me but as the mist of pleasure was beginning to clear up guilt took its chance and snuck in.
This was wrong... Even if I wanted to get back at his father, using my stepson to do that was just plain wrong. I untangled his hands from around my waist, peeling myself away from him before turning around and letting our eyes make contact. His own eyes had darkened with want. I had to admit that even if I wasn't going to give in to him he was still making it as hard as possible to resist.
All these years as my bedroom life with Elliot became more stale and predictable, I never once pointed an accusing finger towards him.
In my mind, I was the one at fault.
I thought that there was something wrong with me because Elliot had never scratched the surface of what Hayden made me feel tonight.
"I'll sleep on the couch," I said offering no other explanation until I got to the door and paused as my fingers encircled the handle. "Let's just pretend like tonight never happened,"
"Can you?" He asked me his voice tight.
I did answer, just pulled the door open, and left before I changed my mind and made another mistake.
