Baby Girl You Are Mine For Life

“All you have to do is say I love you” Letty, my best friend, shouted over the deafening music, she looked me square in the eye. We were each sipping the best Italian wine from a glass.

“What! You know that is impossible”. my eyes popped open, and I looked at Letty like she just grew a second head.

It was my family's annual end of the year's party, and the room was filled with their business associates all dressed elegantly like it was fashion galore.

Three years had passed since Peterson attended and he hadn't changed a bit. He stood tall amongst the crowd, his devilish biceps almost popping out of his shirt. His full lips curved in a smile as he greeted those around him and my heart somersaulted at the sight, lips that I had imagined ravishing my body until I cried out in ecstasy. I could feel my woman's mound clenching already. Since I laid my eyes on him at fourteen, he had been in my teenage fantasy and my heart never stopped racing whenever he was near.

I glanced back at my friend, my eyes watering in anxiety, Letty gave me a look that screamed “What are you waiting for”.

“Look baby girl”, her tone was soft as she held my shoulders. “He is a different breed and I am sure he would respect your feelings”

Letty turned to look at the crowd and her eyes suddenly bulged. I followed her gaze to see what caught her attention, and my heart dropped. Mrs Shawn was already standing close to Peterson and making advances at him, her fingers were running through his sleeves. My entire body froze. The music faded and the room suddenly felt devoid of air despite the air condition blowing through the big hall.

Mrs Shawn was one of my father's employees and a shameless whore, who threw herself at men and offered herself willingly to whoever fell for her charm.

“Maryann go get your man” Letty pushed my stiff body.

I don't know how I got to the bar but I was there behind his huge frame, my breath staggered and I placed my hand on my chest trying to calm my frantic breathing. I looked up at the balcony and Letty gave me an encouraging thumbs-up, a small smile on her lips. She was already in the arms of Christopher, my brother, and her boyfriend.

With a trembling hand, I touched his shoulder. He turned around, his piercing cerulean blue eyes looking at me and I wondered how it would look with him buried inside me. His expression shifted from surprise to something softer and a small smile spread across his face as he recognized me. My mind stopped working at that moment, and my tongue suddenly felt heavy.

“Hello to you Maryann”, his deep Italian accent sent shivers down my spine and I trembled, he seemed to notice.

“Are you cold?” he asked. But before I could respond, he took my hands and led me into the kitchen away from the crowd.

Taking off his suit, he draped it over my shoulders, and I immediately bit my lips to stop myself from moaning as his warm scent filled me, driving me to the edge.

“Mr Peterson,” I said softly, moving closer, my fingers aching to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin.

“Maryann I am going to make you some tea and I think you should stop drinking too” he replied, taking the glass from my hand, placing it on the counter, and turning to move to the gas.

Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him back to face me. The sudden closeness sent a rush of heat through my body that caused my leg to melt and it gave way, but he caught me quickly in his strong arms before my body could hit the floor.

“I don't want the tea, I want you”. I whispered my voice was barely audible filled with need and desperation, something passed in his eyes, a brief flash of emotion, but it disappeared. He held me there staring, his eyes searching mine, as if trying to understand me. My whole body tingled, picking up courage I put my hands in his shirt, running my fingers around his neck and playing with the chain there, a moan escaped my lips.

“Maryann!” he grunted, clearing his throat before continuing, “I think you have had too much to drink”. His body tensed against mine and his eyes turned darker he curled an eyebrow casting a warning glare at me, though I ignored it.

“No, for days, for nights, since the first day I saw you and you called me baby girl, I have longed for you, hungered for you, and needed you”. My voice was shaky, but I didn't take my eyes off him as I needed him to understand the intensity of my feelings.

“My God! Maryann” he muttered his eyes wide with shock. “That was just a name because you were little and I cared for you, I'm Uncle Peterson remember?”.

His voice was strained as if reminding both of us of our boundaries.

“And I want you to call me a baby girl with you deep inside me Uncle Peter”. My voice sounded husky with desire.

His gaze flickered and then dropped, lingering on the rise and fall of my chest. I could see him struggling, torn between the familiarity of who we used to be and what was happening now. Our breath mingled and I could feel my wetness soaking my panties, I moved closer to him arching my hips against him.

“I know you want me, you want to feel my tightness around you, you want to touch this soft body till you quench your desires, I know you want to have your fill, I’ve seen how you look at me, the hunger in your eyes practically undresses me. Or tell me you don't think that way of me?”

I couldn't believe my boldness, but my need for him had clouded my senses.

“I'm 40 Maryann and don’t do children ” he groaned, his voice thick with pain as he confessed our forbidden truth.

“And I'm 20 and not a kid anymore”. Without giving a second thought, I grabbed his neck and clamped his lips.