Chapter 8

8

ETHAN

A s I drive along the narrow road, I can't get my mind off Elodie. I've been really busy lately, so we haven't had a chance to speak since our session in my office, and I want to see her. And yeah, perhaps I want to see about picking up where we left off. There is something about this girl that compels me. I've never experienced this sort of instant, soul-shaking attraction for anybody in my life. It's a little scary. But at the same time, it's exciting as hell. I have never wanted anybody the way I want Elodie Carter.

Of course, it's just as possible that when I show up, she regains her senses and decides she can't do this again, so I'm tempering my expectations. It'll be frustrating, of course. But I'll understand. I'm not going to press her to do something she doesn't want to do and respect her decisions, whichever way she goes. That's why I'm going to Maryanne's house today. I hope to talk to Elodie and get an idea of whether this is going to happen or if I'm going to need to take a lot of cold showers until she leaves town.

I park in front of Maryanne's house then get out and climb the steps to the porch. The door opens before I can even knock, and my heart almost stops when I see Elodie standing there with her full lips curled upward. Her hair is in braids and a blue and her white sundress shows off her shapely legs and hugs her full bosom enticingly. My cock stiffens, and I shift on my feet and start mentally running through medical vocabulary terms again.

"Hey," she says.

"Hey, yourself."

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see your grandmother. I just want to check in and see how she's doing."

It's not a lie, but it's also not the full truth. Yes, I'm doing a follow up with Maryanne, but I'm also here to talk to her. Why I didn't just tell her that, I don't know. There's something about her that has me all twisted up inside. Twisted up in ways I've never been and didn't know I could be. It's fucking confounding, and more than anything, right now, I just need a little clarity. I need to get my head on straight.

"Oh, well, we just got back from a walk," Elodie tells me. "I think she overdid it because she's tired and laid down to take a nap."

"Oh, I see."

"Come in," she says.

I follow her into the house. She closes the door behind me and motions for me to follow. Her sundress hangs to the middle of her thigh and the skirt frames her ass so nicely, not even medical vocabulary terms are helping me right now. Elodie leads me into the kitchen where she grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator and turns to me.

"Want some water?" she asks brightly.

"No, I'm fine, thanks," I say. "When you were out on your walk, was your grandmother lightheaded? Short of breath? Anything like that?"

Elodie shakes her head. "No, she didn't seem to be struggling at all. But she kept going. I tried to get her to stop, but she wouldn't. We walked for about half an hour and when we got home, she was bushed, so she just went to lie down."

I frown, a little concerned for the older woman. "Okay, just give me a minute."

Grabbing my bag, I walk to the back of the house and slip into Maryanne's room. She's lying on the bed, not quite asleep yet, and perks up when she sees me.

"I heard you overdid it on your walk," I say.

She glances at me sheepishly. "Sorry. I suppose I did."

"You're going to have to learn to listen to me, Maryanne."

"I will. I promise."

"Uh-huh," I tease.

I take her vitals and run her through a list of questions to assess whether her tiredness is from a little overexertion or if there's something to be concerned about. By the time I'm done, I'm convinced she just overdid it.

"I think you're okay. You just pushed a little too hard," I tell her.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just listen to what I'm telling you, Maryanne. You don't want to push too hard right now. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"I won't."

"Okay, good. Get some rest."

"Thank you, Dr. Collier."

Getting to my feet, I pick up my bag and head out of the room, closing the door softly behind me, then make my way down to the kitchen. Elodie is leaning over the center island scrolling her phone. She puts it down when I walk in and stands up.

"She's okay. She just needs some rest," I tell her. "And she needs you to put your foot down and tell her no when she wants to go gallivanting around like that."

"Gallivanting?" she says with a giggle. "Who says gallivanting anymore?"

"I do. It's a fantastic word that's criminally underused," I say. "And I'm also being serious. You need to figure out how to rein her in."

She gives me a mock salute. "Aye, aye, Captain."

"Good girl."

We pause for a moment and the air between us is charged with anticipation. With expectation. With the shared memories of our tryst in my office.

"So," she says, "did you want to talk about what happened between us?"

"No. I don't want to talk about it."

Her full lips curl down, and she looks disappointed. "No?"

"No."

Instead of saying another word, I drop my bag and step over to her, pushing Elodie back against the center island. She gasps when I kiss her, but she immediately melts into me, kissing me back with passion and fire. As my cock stiffens, she grinds against me, pulling a long, languid moan from my lips.

"Ssshhh," she cautions with a flirty tone in her voice. "We don't want to wake Mam."

With my face painted with a desperate desire, I slide my hands beneath the hem of her sundress and slip them into the waist of her panties, relishing Elodie's smooth, soft, round, absolutely perfect ass. Everything about this girl is perfect, and she fills me with a passion I've never known before. As we kiss, I knead and squeeze her ass.

"This is better than talking," she gasps.

"Yes, it is."

I slip the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pull it down, exposing her full breasts, and kiss my way down her neck to her chest. And when I take her pert nipple into my mouth, she gasps. I nip it with my teeth and flick my tongue all around it, making her moan quietly. Elodie reaches down and grabs my cock through my pants, squeezing it as tight as she can. She raises her eyes to me with a wanton curl to her lips.

"I need this inside of me," she says.

"Are you sure?"

She bites her bottom lip with that seductive gleam in her eye and nods.

"Good girl," I say.

Turning her around, I bend her over the island, and she looks back at me over her shoulder as I slide her skirt up around her waist and quickly slide her panties down. As she steps out of them, I fumble with my belt, my eagerness to bury myself into her making a mundane task exceptionally difficult. I finally manage to get my pants down and my cock out and step up behind her. Elodie's eyes widen, and her lips tremble, making me pause.

"Are you okay?"

She nods. "Just … go slow."

That might prove to be a challenge simply because having that perfectly round, soft ass in my face and her juices glistening on that sweet little pussy in my face fills me with the almost overpowering desire to plunge deep and fuck her within an inch of her life. It makes me want to fuck her like an absolute animal. But seeing the fear in those wide green eyes reminds me this is Elodie's first time and the last thing I want to do is make this a bad experience for her. No, I want this to be the best experience of her life. And of course, I want this to be an experience Elodie wants to repeat. Many more times.

"Of course," I say.

Moving as slowly and tenderly as I can, I nestle the head of my cock against the wet, slippery opening. Elodie watches me, her expression nervous but her eyes filled with the same fiery desire flowing through me. I push forward, slowly and gently, sliding my length into her. She gasps and bites her bottom lip, a hint of pain on her face.

"Are you okay?"

She nods. "Keep going."

She's so tight that it's almost impossible to get my long, thick cock into her. If she hadn't been so wet, it might have been an impossible task. But as I push into her, the sensations rippling along my cock fire through my body, filling me with heat. By the time I'm fully sheathed within her, I'm lightheaded with desire.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I whisper.

Elodie's face is etched with pain and her entire body is taut and she's biting her bottom lip so hard, I fear she's going to draw blood. But then, her face and body relax, and the pain gives way to an expression of absolute pleasure.

"Oh my God," she says softly. "That is amazing."

Her face shines with a sultry, excited light that makes my dick throb. With my hands on her hips, I slowly start to move. The fit inside of her is so fucking tight, the sensations coursing through my cock are electric but border on the almost uncomfortable. I can't deny, though, having my length sliding along the slick inner walls is unlike anything I've experienced before. The sensations are powerful, and the way she's looking at me over her shoulder, her face so innocent and sweet and our gazes locked, makes it all the more intense.

Elodie's eyes glitter encouragingly, and I start to pump my hips faster, fucking her harder. The sharp slap of our bodies crashing together echoes around the kitchen, and I'm fascinated by the sight of her small, lithe body bent over the counter, her eyes still on mine. She takes the pounding, her winces of pain interspersed with expressions of pure bliss. For such a little thing, and a virgin to boot, I'm surprised she lets me fuck her this hard. But she's rolling with it like a champ, and it just makes me fuck her even harder.

"Fuck. Yes," she gasps. "Fuck me harder, Daddy."

Hearing her call me Daddy seems to surprise her as much as it surprises me, but her look of shock melts away quickly and is replaced by one of sheer sultriness that makes my heart race and my cock impossibly hard. I drive into her with all my strength, hitting that spot deep inside of her that Elodie whimpers. Her body tightens around me, and her pussy is like a fist wrapped around my cock squeezing so hard, it's almost painful. But that small hit of pain only makes everything else seem that much more amazing.

Still looking over her shoulder at me, Elodie's mouth falls open, and I know she's about to come. I clamp my hand over her mouth as she explodes, her body trembling wildly, and her voice muffled. Driving my cock into her deeper, I relish having her body pulsing and the sound of her breathy moans escaping from behind my hand. Her grandmother is just down the hall, so we have to keep it down, which, and some might call me a pervert for this, makes this whole experience even hotter. Sexier.

Honestly, fucking Elodie in the kitchen with her grandmother in the house makes me feel like a kid fooling around in the basement with a girl, half-terrified that my parents are going to walk in. That element of danger, of the forbidden, dials up the spice and eroticism.

As her orgasm begins to ebb, she stands up and turns around, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck and pulling me into a kiss so fiery it has my head spinning. She grabs hold of my cock and starts to stroke it in her tight little fist with a lascivious expression on her face. I close my eyes and relish having her small fist wrapped around me, jerking me off. She pumps her hand up and down my shaft, driving me dangerously close to the brink. I'm not ready to come yet, though.

"Wait," I say and put my hand over hers.

Scooping her up, I sit her down on the counter in front of me and spread her legs. The insides of her thighs are slick with her juices, so I slide my finger into her and then slip it into my mouth, savoring the taste of her sweet nectar. Elodie's full lips are slightly parted, and she lets out a soft gasp, her eyes shining with lustful greed. Stepping forward, I press the head of my cock against her pussy. Elodie leans forward, and a shudder runs through me as her warm breath caresses my neck and those soft, heart-shaped lips brush my ear.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispers.

With a low growl, I roll my hips, parting her velvety lips, and drive my staff deep into her. Her face twists with pleasure, and she holds in a sharp squeak as I stretch her open. Leaning forward, I press my mouth to hers, swallowing the squeals and whimpers. Her voice, high and girlish, calling me Daddy echoes in my ears and fans the flames rampaging through my veins.

Gritting my teeth, I pound her on the counter, fucking her with every ounce of energy I can muster. She's so fucking tight that it's not long before my balls tighten. I'm not going to last long. Elodie's fingernails bite into my shoulders as I fuck her. She leans close and whispers in my ear, her warm breath on my neck and the string of filth coming out of her sweet, innocent mouth egging me on.

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck me harder, Daddy."

My rhythm is hard and fast, and Elodie writhes on the counter as I fuck her with wild abandon. Grabbing her braids, I yank her head back roughly and stare deep into those bright eyes. She moistens her lips before biting it.

"Be my good girl and tell Daddy you want his come," I say, my voice low and harsh.

"Fill me up with your come, Daddy. Please fill me up. I want it. I need it."

And that's all it takes. Grabbing her ass and pulling her hard against me, my cock twitches and pulses as I explode inside of her. She shoves her tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard to stifle my loud grunt of pleasure. As I throb inside of her, filling her pussy with my seed, Elodie's eyes grow comically wide. She trembles and tightens up around my cock as another orgasm takes her by surprise. We cling together, panting and moaning as we come together.

Slowly, the ecstasy loosens its grip, and I lean forward, pressing my forehead to hers. Our gazes locked, and we're silent as we take a moment to catch our breath. She gives me a soft kiss on the lips, and I notice that her cheeks are flushed, and she's got a glow about her. Elodie's eyes shine brighter and her entire face glows vibrantly.

"That was amazing," she whispers.

"Yes. You were."

We share another kiss, but when we hear Maryann's voice deeper in the house, we pull back. Adrenaline shoots through my body as I reach down and quickly pull my pants up, fumbling with my belt once more. Elodie hops down off the counter and smooths out her dress. She quickly bends down, scoops up her panties, and manages to get them back on with the deftness of a quick-change artist.

"Impressive," I say.

"Shut up," she hisses with a laugh.

"Elodie dear, are you still here?" Maryanne calls.

"In the kitchen, Mam. Go back to your bedroom. I'll be right there."

"Okay. Can you bring me a bottle of water?"

"You got it."

We both remain silent as we listen to the older woman's footsteps receding. When the sound of the bedroom door closing echoes to us, we lean against each other, laughing quietly. She lays her palms against my chest and looks up at me sweetly.

"We're going to have to do this somewhere else next time," she says.

"So, there's going to be a next time?"

"There better be."

My lips curl upward wolfishly. "Good girl."