Vienna's P.O.V
"Welcome, please, help yourself" I tell him as he stands in front of my door. He's wearing a plain black t shirt which might have been a little bit too tight for his now slightly muscular body, he was wearing a matching knee length black pants which made him look more grown up than he actually was.
I lead him to the living room, allowing him to sit on the couch. He looks oddly too big for the couch now. Maybe it's just me who is not used with his new physique. I smile at him asking him what he wants for a drink.
"Water will be fine. I'm just here to see you, Vienna" the way he said my name was enough to make me want to drop my pants and pull him close inside of me. His voice has deepened throughout the years, it was getting husky and slightly raspy. As I walk to the kitchen to fetch a glass, I could feel his stare behind me. I smirk mischievously as I pour some water from the jug and hand it over to him.
"So How has my boy been?" I ask him with the same nurturing manner. He smiles when he hear the sentence. Some male young adults like him would hate being called a boy, though I would consider an eighteen years old a boy, but the term sounded more like a compliment to him.
"I have been doing great. Sure there are some things that suck, but they don't matter anymore, you are here now. It's all I ever care about" he spoke as he leaned himself closer to me, he buried his face on my neck once more, like a purring kitten who is making an attempt to snuggle up to its master.
He knows exactly what he is doing. I suddenly recalled what I had seen in his room the last time I visited his house. All these signs, all these gestures, all of a sudden it all became clear. I gently my body away from him, causing him to whine. A soft smirk appeared on my face, I could feel my arousal rising inside my stomach, I could feel my wetness down there, never in my entire life would I ever imagine myself getting aroused by an eighteen years old boy, especially not my little boy, who by now is not so little anymore.
His palms slowly moved toward my thigh, caressing it slowly while inhaling my scent. I could sense a light buldging on his pants.
The boy was getting horny.
I recalled what I saw inside his room. My pictures, the writings...everything made perfect sense.
He wants me
It just so happen that I also find him attractive, he's a perfect resemblance of his father, it's like having my first love back once more, only this time, he's mine. All mine. I could feel my arousal heightened as my wetness grows down there. I think I may have soaked my pants a bit. The thing this boy is capable of doing frightens me, at the same time, it tempts me.
"Vienna..." he whispered my name in a seductive manner, as he gently leaned his lips closer to my ear. Then I felt a nibble on the tip of my near.
That's it.
I pull his hair roughly, startling him briefly, now we are facing each other, I stood above him while he allows his muscle to follow my movement, there was no act of resistance. His mouth gaped open, his throat was semi dry, he stared at me with a deep yearning. The boy had been waiting for so long, I think it is time to give both of us what we deserve.
"Do you want me, Cucciolo ?" I asked him.
"Oh, yes, Vienna, please" he begs, his voice sounds so desperate. A small smirk appears on my face, still holding his hair, I ask him once more in a stern tone.
