by Lacey Silks
Parting her to the sides, I licked her from her opening all the way to the top. She quivered underneath me. I took joy in spreading her with my tongue, gently licking her swollen flesh, pulling her delicious juices higher and higher until I reached the top, and flicked her clit. She tasted like honey and desire, sweet and tender. I slid a finger inside her, gently stretching her while teasing around her tense nub. The pink hot spot swelled and I sucked it into my mouth, where I nourished it with my tongue over and over again until she was screaming my name at the top of her lungs, cumming onto my chin. I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was delectable and open and so fucking hot and intense that I wanted to eat her out all day and all night. I added another finger, pushing it in and out of her wetness even after she guided my mouth away from her shuddering pussy.
Her hips danced to the rhythm of my continued pulses into her.
“Carter…” she moaned, her orgasm slowly settling around my fingers. “I want you.”
I gently slid my fingers out. The coating of her juices shone in the barn’s light, and I put my index in my mouth, licking her essence off, then gave her my middle finger to suck on. Her eyes were wide open. She licked it, then sucked it deep into her mouth, and I almost came. I wanted to feel her warm lips on mine. I wanted to shelter my cock inside her to feel her tightness, and so I kissed my way to her hip, then up her body.
Molly clenched the blankets at the side with her hands. Her knuckles were white. I covered her hand with mine and slowly uncoiled her fingers. She relaxed as soon as she met my gaze. Her body was flushed with heat and need and covered in sweat. I kissed her chin, then her cheeks and her mouth.
“That was… amazing. So much better than doing it on your own in the shower.”
“I hope so. Although I’d love to see you touch yourself in the shower one day.”
“Would that turn you on?”
“Molly, you have no idea in how many ways you turn me on.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, like when you kiss me just after I ate you out.”
She lifted her head and smacked her lips to mine, weaving her tongue into my mouth. This girl would be the death of me. She pulled away, satisfaction spreading on her face. “Like that?”
“Yeah, just like that.”
I shifted to hover above her. “I’m going to make love to you, Molly and I will love you until the rain stops and the sun comes up. And then I will love you again after that. Are you ready?”
“Please,” she begged.
That’s when I realized that I didn’t have a condom.
“Shit, Molly. I have to go back to the house for a condom.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“You sure?”
She nodded.
“Molly, I haven’t been with anyone since Daisy—”
Her brows scrunched. “Carter, I know you’re concerned if I’m ready, but are you?”
“Yes, definitely yes.” I knew my answer sounded desperate, but of all people, Molly knew best just how ready I was.
“Okay.”
A mutual smile connected us once more and I lined myself up at her entrance. She was slick and ready. Hot and inviting. I pushed in gently, the tip of my crown barely squeezing through as she tensed. When I kissed her nose and mouth again, Molly relaxed and I moved forward. My crown finally made it past her entrance, and Molly closed her eyes. A smile spread over her face.
I slid in slowly until I felt her end, relishing the tightness around my cock. I was afraid if I started moving she’d milk me with her pussy, and I wanted this moment to last longer than three seconds.
Keep cool, just don’t fuck it up.
I chuckled inside. Technically, a fuck wouldn’t be so bad; but today, I wanted to make love to Molly. I wanted to show her how wonderfully fulfilling sex could be. I slowly withdrew, almost to my tip, and slid back in again. On the second entrance Molly opened her gorgeous eyes. From that moment on, I couldn’t let go of her gaze. I slid in and out, feeling her squeeze around me, taking pleasure in the sounds of satisfaction that were leaving her lips. Once she started moving her hips and joined my momentum, I began to lose my cool. Her hands rested on my arms, fingers digging into my skin, hips forcing me to move faster and harder. Molly was skipping the love-making part and wanted to fuck me. I could tell that her body was in need and desperate to feel everything that I had to offer. The image of her underneath me as I loved her with all the possible sensuality that remained within me brought me undone. I came inside her, vowing to repeat this in a few minutes.
And we did. We made love that evening countless times, until the rain stopped and the sun came out only to disappear beyond the horizon.
MOLLY
I was high. My mind irrational, fingers aching to touch him over and over again. Watching him sit on that armchair, waiting for him to finish reading the paper felt like I had to wait forever.
Three days had passed since Carter made love to me. The evening was one of the most intense in my life. The only problem I had was that I wanted more. I needed more, but Carter was holding back. Not that he wasn’t affectionate – he was. Very affectionate, in fact. He held me all night long while we slept, made me coffee in the mornings, even sent flowers to the hospital yesterday to brighten up my day. Life was wonderful, and Carter was respectful. Except that I didn’t want him to be that respectful. I needed him inside me again. I never thought that making love could be so fulfilling. I never thought that I’d want a man as much as I wanted Carter.
“How many times have you had sex?” I finally asked.
He lowered his paper and looked at me from underneath his thick lashes. A coy smile spread over his face as if he knew my thoughts before I spoke the words.
“Well, it’s not something I try to count, but a lot, I guess.” The calmness of him surprised me. Didn’t he want me again? Because I certainly wanted him. I crisscrossed my legs on the couch and took a deep breath in. Oh, God, why was this so difficult to ask him?
“Well, how long after you first had sex did you wait to have it again?”
He set his paper aside and took a sip of his coffee. “Molly? Do you want to have sex?”
My whole body flushed with heat at his simple question. Of course I wanted to have sex! I felt my thighs clench and my pussy leak. He slowly stood up and paced toward the couch where I was sitting before he knelt in front of me.
“Because you know, my favorite part of sex is the foreplay. Wanna know what my second favorite part is? And the third?”
He had a list?
I swallowed through my dry throat, nodding.
“Well, the first one is kissing you.”
He uncoiled my legs and took my ankle into his palm. His hot lips pressed a kiss on top of my big toe, then over the curve of my foot.
“Right there, and there.”
I leaned back against the couch, my patience waning while my skin was peppered with searing kisses.
“My second favorite part is watching how that vein over your breasts grows. How the beating of your heart lifts and pumps more blood underneath your skin with each pulse.”
I looked down at the swell above my bra line and the stretched fabric of my tank top. Thank goodness I wasn’t wearing a bra. But he was right. My heart was beating so hard that it looked like my whole chest was alive. As the tips of his fingers tickled along my calves, my breaths quickened, each one becoming shallower than the last.
“And if you keep prancing around the house without a bra, I promise you that there won’t be a day when I don’t sink into you.”
I guessed that he had noticed me after all. I had worn no bra on purpose because I wanted him turned on. I wanted him to take me harder and deeper.
“That’s what I want,” I blurted as his fingers traced up my bare leg, followed by more hot kisses. Carter spread my legs apart, opening me wide in front of him. That was the moment I was sure there was nothing sexier than a man’s head between a woman’s legs. He pau
sed the venture of his mouth at my knee, biting it gently, while his fingers continued their way up my inner thigh until their tips touched my shorts. Actually, they were the shortest shorts I owned, ones that could easily be mistaken for panties, which I was now pleased I hadn’t worn today either.
He eased his fingers beyond their hem and as soon as he touched my flesh, he looked up.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t surprise me.” He winked, obviously pleased at the lack of undergarments, and I smiled, urging him with my hips to continue.
“Patience, Molly. Patience.”
How did he have so much patience? How did he not want this to be happening already? But the idea of a long slow fuck was growing on me more as he assaulted me with his tender touches and kisses that surged in intensity. The way he squeezed my thighs, scraping his teeth along my skin, rimming my opening with his fingers, right underneath those tiny shorts… I finally pushed my hips forward, forcing his finger inside of me, and exhaled with satisfaction. I didn’t even realize when my hands grasped my breasts, removing them from my tank top. I squeezed them hard as I moved my hips over his finger, rocking them back and forth, enjoying that moment he slid an additional digit inside of me.
My eyelids felt heavy; my palms were sweaty and my lips dry. As if knowing what I needed, with his free hand Carter reached for a glass of water and brought it to my lips. The glass slipped out of his hand and water cascaded down my chest, bare breasts, belly, and down to my inflamed groin. He withdrew his fingers from within me, set the glass aside, and in one swift pull, removed my shorts before pulling down his sweats. I noticed that he wasn’t wearing any underwear either, and smiled.
Carter sat on the couch and motioned for me to sit on his lap. I straddled him, squeezing his dick between our bodies, rocking along its length. His lips were dancing between one breast and another while my fingers roamed his hair.
And his kisses.
Oh, God, were they ever nourishing. And there were so many of them. Hot and spicy, yet tender and giving at the same time. He graced every inch of my bare skin with his lips before capturing my mouth for a moment, then ventured to my nose, cheeks, forehead, and my ear. When he sucked on my lobe, I almost lost it. His tongue traced the cartilage and I dug my fingers deeper into his skin. I finally lifted my hips and reached between us to align him at my opening. I slid down slowly, relishing the feeling of being filled and stretched.
Carter let out a satisfactory groan while I moaned with pure joy.
He grasped my hips and suddenly thrust his pelvis upward, shocking me with a pleasurable jab. My eyes flew open and my mouth stretched into a wide smile.
He did it again and again. I let him adjust my body and the momentum of my ride, which was quickly becoming more fervent and uncontrollable. And I couldn’t get enough. I rocked my hips, faster and faster, until Carter stopped.
“You’re done?”
“No way. I’m just beginning.”
He lifted me off him and motioned me to get off the couch so that I could kneel on the floor. His hand pressed to my upper back, guiding my chest forward so that I’d lie down, with my ass sticking out. I felt his cock rub down my ass crack, and I felt relieved that I’d waxed that area.
I leaned my head against a pillow and met his satisfied expression from the side. He was concentrating on me and only me as he guided himself back inside me. I closed my eyes, relishing this new feeling I couldn’t get enough of: him within me.
Carter started off slow, but it didn’t take long until he was pounding into me. Skin against skin, a loud slap of his balls against my pussy with each thrust that ignited my awareness of him filling me. But when I felt him slowly drag his finger down between my ass cheeks, I lost it, sticking my bum even higher, eager and excited to see what he’d do next. I opened my eyes. Before reaching my puckered hole, he put his finger in his mouth, then stretched my cheeks apart, all the while moving back and forth. I saw the drip of saliva leave his lips and in slow motion fall down to my ass, right in the middle. I was ready to come right then, but didn’t want to.
His finger spread the moisture, slowly rimming around the tightness, making me squirm.
“Molly, I want to put my finger in your ass. Is that okay?” I nodded and gasped at the immediate fullness I felt as he entered. He stopped his thrusts for a moment.
“It’s just a pinkie. We’ll leave it at that for today.”
That was just a pinkie?
I felt him move in and out of my ass, the initial burn of the stretch easing, my backside slowly adjusting and tilting eagerly for more, opening up for him. As soon as he sensed my need, his hips began moving, his dick in my pussy and finger in my ass.
Just when I thought that would be enough, his other hand curved around my belly to my front and ventured to my folds, spreading apart my lips.
“Oh, my God!” I screamed. I wanted him to touch me higher, right on the top, but he didn’t.
“Not yet, honey. Soon.”
He teased me and played with me until I could barely hold on. My senses were overloaded with pleasure as my body was pressed harder into the couch with each pounce and I couldn’t hold on any longer. I convulsed underneath him, shaking as he finally touched my clit. He stilled inside of me, continuing the circular motion of his fingers, pulling every last vibration of my orgasm out of me while kissing my shoulders and my back, and finally stopped.
He withdrew slowly, and I just lay there. Carter must have gone to the bathroom to get a wet towel, because I felt him wipe me from the back. He lifted me and carried me back to my bedroom, or a bedroom that had recently become ours.
“I can now confirm that living here is much better than with Jo.”
I chuckled and closed my eyes for what I thought was a moment, when in fact I must have fallen asleep. When I opened them, Carter was lying beside me, smoothing the top of my hair, watching me with a smile on his face.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi.”
“Was that what you expected?”
“No. It was way more. Way better.”
“Good. Do you want it again?”
“Yes, but I think I’m too sore to move.”
He laughed, then winked. “Okay, so a break until evening, then.”
I so badly wanted my body to be ready for tonight that it pained me. “Yes, to this evening.”
Carter stretched his arms above his head, yawning. “You know what we need in here? A fire pole.”
Was he trying to turn my bedroom into a firehouse? “Why? To slide down from the second floor? I’d have to rent that apartment as well.”
“No, so that you can dance for me.”
“How about you dance for me, Mr. Fireman?”
He growled, “I like that, Doctor. As long as you promise to wear your scrubs and stethoscope around your neck, I’m game.”
“You have one twisted mind, you know that?”
“And don’t try to pretend that yours doesn’t match mine perfectly. We both know that you’d be lying.”
“We do fit well together, don’t we?” I smiled, leaning down to kiss him.
“I’m going back to Hope Bay tomorrow. Captain Clark wants to assess my progress to see when I can go back to work.”
“It’s funny how you refer to your father as Captain.” I turned on my side and propped my head up on my arm, tracing circular patterns over his chest.
“Why funny?”
“Because he’s your father.”
“He’s always respected me as a son, a man, and a firefighter, separately.”
“And I’ve always been so jealous of your relationship with him. He’s a great dad.”
“He is. I’m grateful for my parents every day.”
“As you should be.” I stopped moving my finger.
“Molly, what your father did… It’s not your fault. It’s sick.”
“I know.”
“It’s also not your fault that he’s your father.”
“I know that as
well, although since that day, I haven’t thought of him as anyone remotely close. Referring to him as father, it’s… it’s just a formality, I guess.”
“You know you could still press further charges against him. You know, for what he did to you when you were young.”
I sighed. “I don’t want to go back in time. I want to forget it. In fact, when I’m with you, it always feels as if I’d already forgotten about it.”
I could tell he didn’t like the part where I didn’t want to press additional charges. But he didn’t mention it again.
“Good. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.”
I lowered my lips to the scarred part of his torso and kissed the newly formed skin there.
“I’m sorry,” he said, and I lifted my head, confused.
“For what?”
“For my skin. That it’s not… smooth and perfect.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Carter Clark. It’s absolutely perfect. It’s a sign of your strength, braveness, and love. It’s a sign of saved lives and perseverance.”
“I love you, Molly Fowler. I want to love you forever.”
“I love you too, Carter Clark, and I will love you forever.”
The problem with our proclamations was that our forever had other plans.
CARTER
A welcome back banner was strung at the entrance to the firehouse. The sound of a popping cork stopped me as soon as I crossed over the threshold, and a loud cheer echoed from the guys.
“Welcome back, son.” My father greeted me with a firm handshake.
“Thanks. You guys didn’t have to do this.”
“Of course we did. Grab a beer and come inside. We have a special surprise for you.” My father guided me to the back, behind the fire truck, and now it made sense why the vehicle was parked halfway out of the garage. Whatever was hidden underneath the tarp behind it was taking up the space.