The Forbidden Kiss

Chapter 5

Anastasia’s P.O.V

I could tell that my father was surprised by how accepting I seemed to be of the idea of a new woman in his life.

Mostly because I had never once approved of my wanna be step moms.

Sometimes I worried that they were after nothing but his money and the lifestyle that he could offer them.

But then again the actual truth was that, I was afraid they would erase the memory of my mother in my father’s life.

So I whined about them, sulked and pouted.

And yet tonight, I told him that I was happy for him and that he’d found someone.

So much that I was even open to the idea of meeting the woman.

“Who’s this, and what have you done with my prima donna daughter Anna?” He had proudly joked during dinner.

“She decided to grow up,” I smiled back at him.

Thinking about it later that night though, I couldn’t help but see it for what it actually was.

Matt was bringing out the maturity in me.

He made me want to be grown for him, not just because of the physical thing we had going on.

But in the choices and decisions that I made too.

Which just thinking about, made me suddenly feel all hot and bothered.

So much that I retrieved my cell phone from under the pillow to fully appreciate the naughty pictures that he sent me before dinner.

The man was huge. Looking at all the veins of his rod, made my hand automatically travel south.

His length got me sliding it in my panties and playing with myself.

Which was something that I was new too, but I couldn’t help it.

I was having the worst of withdrawal symptoms since the last time he gave me an orgasm.

I was lubricated in a matter of seconds and had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning out loud at the memory of him buried deep inside him.

And of course, I couldn’t stop myself from calling him after too.

Matthew’s P.O.V

I showered the second I got back home after dinner and readied for bed.

But for some reason, sleep wouldn’t come.

So I started impatiently pacing in the living room, hoping that Anna would magically appear on my doorstep demanding to spend the night.

I don’t know how many times I stopped myself from grabbing the phone.

The girl was more mature for her age, physically and mentally.

But she was still nineteen, for christ’s sake. I kept chanting in my head.

Which meant that I couldn’t be smothering and obsessive with her, least it spooked her and drove her away this early in our whatever it was we were doing.

I may not have known the right label for all the sneaking around and good s*x we were having.

But I was sure as hell that I didn’t want it to end. Not right now.

And admittedly, I doubted how strongly I felt about her would ever change to begin with.

So you can imagine the joy that I felt when I saw her calling around midnight.

I almost jumped and punched the air in relief and excitement.

“I can’t sleep,” she whimpered into the receiver the second I answered.

“Why, baby girl? What’s wrong?” I instantly sat up on the bed when I heard her voice cracking. Almost like she had been crying.

“Because of the pictures you sent me,” she whispered. And my Goodness, she sounded irresistibly seductive.

“Oh my goodness, Anna, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-” I began freaking out but my beautiful girl cut me off before I could even get far.

“Stop over thinking things, you silly man.” She chuckled. “My body was in overdrive after seeing them, but thankfully I’ve just inflicted the most earth shattering of orgasms upon myself just now.”

“Without me? Rude,” my cheeks almost hurt from all the smiling she was making me do.

“Well, I was just taking chances with the call. I thought you’d be sleeping by now.” She mentioned curiously.

“I almost broke a glass against the wall earlier, because of frustration. I needed you, I needed to see or at least hear your voice before I slept. So, hopefully I’ll be able to sleep now.” I admitted shamelessly.

She had that effect on me. She cracked me bare and made me want to be honest with and about everything.

“Why didn’t you call me?” She asked and yet again, I unleashed my raw honesty upon her.

“I didn’t want to suffocate you,” I said.

“Well, if you must know…” she began naughtily and left the sentence trailing.

“What,” I sighed heavily. I wanted her. Hearing the heavy breathing on her end of the call made me want to go straight to her and have my way with her, consequences be damned.

But I knew it wasn’t that simple.

For now, we had to lay low.

At least until we could figure things out, at a pace that suited her best.

“I almost rocked up on your front door too, but decided against it.” She exhaled sharply.

“Let me guess, because you didn’t want to suffocate me?” I checked with a chuckle.

“Girls my age are notorious for being needy and clingy, so I guess I didn’t want to add to that statistic.” She shyly said. “And might I add that for some reason you make me second guess everything.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, because that was the exact same way that she made me feel too.

“Goodnight, baby girl.” My heart was now at ease enough for me to sleep.

“Without me first helping you catch up on that missed orgasm session?” She teased and I caved.

And just like that, the rest of my night was spent with a sweet angel whispering nasty things in my ear until I came hard.

Making the last thing I remember to be her beautiful face as I drifted into a peaceful cloud of sleep.

Anastasia’s P.O.V

“I’m back, bitch.” Belle messaged me the next morning, instantly brightening my outlook for the day.

“What’s got you stomping around like you just won the lottery?” Dad yelled from downstairs, making me laugh as I joyously jogged to him.

“Belle is back from vacation,” I announced. “And if it’s okay with you, I’d like for her to sleep over tonight.”

“Of course, honey.” Dad kissed my forehead. “You know she’s welcome here anytime. And while you two girls bond, I’ll spend the evening at the hotel with Beverly.”

“So, we shouldn’t expect you for dinner tonight?” I checked, just to be sure of how much time and space we could have to ourselves exactly.

“Nope, see you girls tomorrow afternoon.” He fastened his cuff links, grabbed his briefcase and headed for the door. “Just don’t burn down my house.”

“Dad, come on.” I rolled my eyes at him and laughed.

Then called Belle to invite her over.

About five minutes later, the doorbell rang. It could only be my dad, I realized as I shook my head and headed there.

“What have you forgotten now, old man?” I opened the door with a grin.

Only to find Matt standing there, in all his gorgeous self.

“Jack’s gone already?” He whispered and I nodded.

Then unexpectedly grabbed him by the tie to pull him into the house.

“I’ve missed you,” I admitted with a blush.

And before I could even get the whole sentence out, the man’s lips were hot and pressed against mine.

He was stealing my breath and making me all weak in the knees.

I wanted to rip off his shirt off his body and beg him to make love to me right there.

“I’ve missed you too, baby girl.” He growled against my ear as he ensued that I felt how hard he was, against my belly.

“Is that why you’re here?” I managed to ask, through my shaky breaths.

“No, actually.” He chuckled, let go of my waist and retrieved a small box from his pocket.

“Isn’t it a little too early for a marriage proposal, uncle Matt.” I nervously teased.

“Shut up, you silly girl.” He laughed and opened the box before handing it to me.

A key lay in the navy blue small velvet box.

“What is this?” My voice was unsteady. I was overwhelmed and confused by the gesture.

“I just wanted to let you know that you can never suffocate me,” he grabbed my free hand and gently massaged it with his.

“It freaks me out Anna, that I have to be here doing this. Because it’s wrong and you’re too young. But I’d be lying if I said I’d rather be doing it elsewhere.”

“What are you saying to me?” I whispered the question through teary eyes.

“I’m saying you can come over to my place whenever you feel like, baby girl. This is your key, to the house and my heart.” He kissed my forehead and started to leave, but I didn’t quite let go of his hand.

“Aren’t we, isn’t this… moving too fast?” I choked on the words, as my mind tried to keep up with what exactly was happening.

“What can I say?” He shrugged. “I guess you make me want to move too fast.”