The intimate atmosphere in the room, the look that Rafe was in his eyes. Lust. Desire. A hint of love. It drives you crazy. Being in his bed, on your knees, looking up at him like you'll let him destroy you, and then you'll say "thank you"

It started as a small crush. He is your father's friend, so you grew up with him around. He is hot, muscular, with tattoos and single. Every girl your age would fall for him. You started to flirt with him, to touch his arm, to look deeply into his eyes when he was talking. He tried so hard to stay away, using the excuse "You're too young". But you don't care about that, so you made him fall for you

And fuck, you can't be happier

It's been 8 months since you and Rafe started dating. Yeah, when your dad found out, it was pretty badly, but you didn't care. You even moved with him. You are so in love. You'd do anything for him. Even acting like a good, submissive girl. Rarely, only to please him sometimes, but he didn't push it. The next day he would still be whipped for you, not trying to boss you around

Damn, you love dating an older guy. He is 35 and you 18

And here you are. It's already night, the moon up on the sky. You're only wearing a sexy, lacy lingerie while he is in his boxers

You are so damn young, you know that?

He says with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes are locked on you, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. He loves that you are younger. It keeps him alive and young

Oh please, you aren't that older than me

You say with a hint of sassiness in your voice

Sweetheart, I have tattoos older than you