by A. Valentine
“Are you ready for me, baby?” He asked quietly.
“Definitely.”
He slowly withdrew his fingers and stroked down her butt cheeks and thighs.
With her ass properly lubed and ready now, Carl used his hand to coat his rock hard cock with the same slick stuff. Then he took hold of her thighs and carefully rolled her over onto her back.
“Just lie on your back for me, sweetheart,” he said.
She obeyed and rolled over, automatically spreading her legs again.
“I want to look into your eyes while I do this.” He took hold of her ankles and raised them up, lifting her legs up off the bed a little to get the right angle.
Then he scooted forward a bit, guiding his cock between her legs until he felt the head against the greased puckered hole it would be penetrating, biting his lip and moaning quietly in anticipation. After moving the tip up and down to let her know he was ready to begin, he centered it and began to push firmly but gently forward, feeling the muscles give way and accept him inside, the head wedging between the soft edges of Anna's ass. He went very slowly, not wanting to rush her or hurt her, knowing the size of his length was considerably more than the two fingers he had been warming her up with a few seconds earlier. He watched Anna’s expression with keenness.
First of all, her eyes widened in shock and surprise. Then she let out a wincing gasp of pain. It definitely hurt, but it wasn’t quite as bad as she was expecting, and she didn’t want him to stop. She just squeezed his arm a little and stayed as still as possible, trying not to let her body tense up too much.
Carl eased himself into her bit by bit, allowing her to feel every bump and ridge until his entire eight inches was where the both of them wanted it – burrowed deep into her ass, filling her up entirely.
Anna moaned softly and fluttered her eyes closed. “Mm, feels good…you’re so big.”
“And you’re so tight and perfect,” Carl murmured back, leaning down to kiss her gently on the lips.
Once fully seated inside her he waited, letting her ass open up and get used to his size, while she squirmed and wriggled blissfully under him.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked.
"Ready and willing,” she whispered, forcing her eyes open to look at him, wanting to enjoy every second of this and savor it.
Slowly, he drew his cock back until just the head was inside the opening.
Carl paused there for a few seconds, before plunging his cock all the way back in until he could feel his pubic hair brushing against the soft insides of her cheeks. She moaned from the exquisite pleasure, and his sounds echoed hers as he repeated the process again, setting themselves into a slow and steady rhythm that gradually began to get faster over the course of the next five to ten minutes.
Anna’s body writhed on the bed beneath him, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of his cock crammed into her, with Carl also receiving his pleasure as her tight ass squeezed and released his hard length.
Gradually, he began to increase the pace, driving himself hard and fast into her as she pushed back against him silently asking for more. He slammed her forwards with the force of his thrusts, then reached down and slapped her ass with one hand.
“Ah!” She cried out in pleasure. “Again!”
“You like that?” He paused a little, slowing down and looking at her.
“Yeah. Harder.”
He smirked and raised his hand again, bringing it crashing down on her soft skin with a delicious noise that rang out around the room.
“Again!” she begged, lifting her legs in the air.
He grabbed her by the ankles and put them over his shoulders, creating a whole new angle for them both to explore, starting to drive back and forth into her again.
He really started giving it to her then, and they both knew they wouldn’t be able to last for very much longer at that pace. Over and over, he pulled his cock back, paused, and drove it into her ass again. Every time she felt his hard, thick cock surging into her and the exquisite feeling of it splitting her ass apart, Anna pushed back to meet him, until her soft cheeks were pressed against his thighs and his cock was completely embedded in her. The blissful moans she uttered were her loudest and most heartfelt yet. Carl's happy sounds were just as loud and just as sincere, but as pleasurable as it was for both of them, however, Carl was also experienced enough to understand that Anna would be unable to climax unless he gave her some extra stimulation.
He reached down with one hand and found her wetness, slipping and sliding his fingers through it easily, her juices dribbling down her leg slightly she was that wet from him. He found her clit and gently pinched the little nib between the two folds of her inner lips and started stroking her in the same tempo as his thrusts.
She felt like she was about to lose her mind with pleasure. Her whole body was tingling and alive. She couldn’t concentrate on forming words or even seeing properly, her eyes half closing and her vision blurring out, all her thoughts knocked right out of her head with the wave of sensations that were washing over her. There was no way she’d be able to hold on for much longer and she didn’t want to.
Carl drove himself over and over into her tight, needy hole, fondling her clit at a faster pace as she raised her hips up to meet each thrust, moaning and gasping, letting out sounds she’d never even imagined capable of uttering, her throat almost sore and harsh with the amount of screams she was letting out, sobbing and whimpering at the excruciating pleasure she was receiving.
Then the volcano erupted and she could hold back no longer. She let everything go and her toes curled over in pleasure as she finally climaxed.
Carl pushed a single finger inside her just so he could feel her clenching and twitching as she came, and she gasped and cried out his name through her quickened, short breaths, her fingernails scratching at his back, clawing at him.
“Ohhh baby,” Carl groaned in pleasure and continued flicking his thumb over her clit for a few moments longer before letting go and grabbing her thighs again, which Anna was quite relieved about. She felt extremely over sensitive down there now and was still coming down from her climax, her whole body tingling with it and her chest heaving up and down.
It was the final stretch for Carl too, and he didn’t hold back anymore, holding her thighs as he ploughed into her again and again, speeding up even more for the last few seconds as he hurtled towards his orgasm, finally toppling over the edge and giving a cry of pleasure, his head tossing back.
Anna watched him, savoring the expression on his face, his features twisted up in bliss and the sounds he was emitting like music to her ears.
She could feel the first gush of white hot cum as it burst from his cock, and he shot a further two loads into her, filling her with it as they both moaned in unison.
Then he was done, and he collapsed forward on top of her, breathing heavily and resting his head in between her breasts, his cock still deeply embedded inside her and slowly going soft again.
"That was wonderful," Anna whispered to him, her hands wrapped around his back and gently running her fingernails up and down.
"It was,” he agreed breathlessly, clinging to her and panting, until his breathing gradually got back to normal. “This might feel a little weird,” he mumbled.
“What might?” She lazily looked down at him.
He sat up, then slowly began to pull out from inside her.
She gasped and winced slightly. He was right, it did. And it was pretty sore down there too.
“Sorry,” he whispered, leaning in to give her a kiss on the forehead as he lay down beside her.
“No, no, it’s fine, you didn’t hurt me.” She rolled onto her side and slid an arm around his waist, snuggling up close.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked with a smirk.
“Heck yes,” she chuckled and kissed his lips tenderly. “Hey uh…can I tell you something?” She asked hesitantly. The words had been at the forefront of her mind, but she was worried about saying them
out loud. At this point though, she was fairly sure that Carl felt the same way.
“Of course, baby, anything you like.” He smiled and squeezed her waist gently.
“Well uh…I…I love you,” she murmured quietly.
His eyes lit up and the most beautiful smile graced his handsome features. She enjoyed seeing him smile. It made everything just…better. “You do?”
She nodded and gave him a small smile back.
“Well that’s just great, baby. Because I love you too.”
“Really?”
“Of course I do. And I’m pretty sure the trial period is most definitely over,” he added with a chuckle.
“Uh yeah, I guess so.”
“So uh…marriage then.”
“Yep.”
“Want to make it the real deal?”
She nodded again and smiled broadly. “Please.”
“Tomorrow then.”
“Tomorrow?”
“I don’t want to wait any longer. I love you, Anna. I want to make you mine.”
“I…I want that too,” she mumbled happily.
“Great.” He leaned in and kissed her gently, then pulled the covers up and snuggled down up against her. “And now I think we should nap some more, then I’ll get up and make breakfast for my beautiful wife.”
“That sounds…perfect.” She sighed and nuzzled into his chest, closing her eyes, tired and happy. She soon dozed into a peaceful sleep, dreaming about her future life with her handsome husband and beautiful baby boy.
Remembering My Husband
By: Shirley Lue
Remembering My Husband
©Shirley Lue, 2016 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, including electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental. This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.
This book may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, please return it to the seller and purchase a copy. Thank you for respecting the author’s work.
Warning
This book contains graphic content intended for readers 18+ years old.
If you are under 18 years old, or are not comfortable with adult content, please close this book now.
Chapter One
Nicole opened her eyes groggily, the images around her blurring as she awoke. She felt a dull ache in her head, and she released a soft moan. She raised her arms to rub at her temples, and realized that there was a white, plastic medical bracelet around one of her wrists, and an IV hooked up to one of her arms. She vaguely came to the realization that she was in the hospital, but she had no idea how she had gotten there.
“Nicole?” she heard a tense and eager voice come from beside her, and she looked over in the direction of the voice, her head throbbing softly as she did so. She hissed from the pain and rubbed at her head.
“Oh thank God you’re awake,” the man said, his relief clearly displayed on his face. His eyes were ringed with ark circles, and he looked gaunt, like he hadn’t eaten a proper meal or slept in quite a while.
Other than that, though, Nicole had to admit that he was quite attractive. He had short, black hair and deep brown eyes. His skin was a light olive shade, and it looked as though it had been slightly darkened by the sun. He wore a white t-shirt with a V-neck, and she could see dark chest hair peeking from the neckline. She blushed to be thinking of him this way when she should be more concerned with how and why she had gotten to the hospital.
More than that, though, she was concerned with the headache that wouldn’t seem to relent.
“My head hurts…” Nicole spoke up, her voice coming out hoarse and dry. “And I need some water…”
The man gaped at her for a moment, and his mouth moved as if he wanted to speak.
“Oh- okay,” he said, looking around. Finally, he pressed a button on the side of her bed. “I called the nurses, they should be right in to check you out.”
“Thanks,” Nicole said. She looked the man up and down for a moment and narrowed her eyes at him.
“What happened?” she asked, hoping that this man might have something to do with what had happened and why she was in the hospital.
“We were in a car crash,” he explained softly, looking her up and down with a mix of concern and hesitation.
That made sense to Nicole. This was likely the man she had been in a wreck with. She wondered if he had been drunk when they had crashed, and had stayed with her out of a sense of guilt. Nicole felt vaguely annoyed that she had woken up to this stranger, rather than with a member of her family or something of that nature, but she figured she could not deny him what his guilt demanded.
“Were you hurt too?” Nicole asked him, hoping to open up the conversation between them and maybe make him feel more comfortable in their unique situation.
“Um, not really,” he said. He held up his left arm, which was in a splint. “Just a sprain here.”
“Well, that’s good,” Nicole nodded. “I guess I was the worse for wear here…”
She chuckled, but the man looked at her solemnly.
“Look,” Nicole said, moving to sit u and face him. He moved as if to help her but she waved him off.
“We really should just put what happened behind us,” Nicole said with sincerity. “I appreciate you staying with me, but I’m up and I’m fine. I’m sure my family is on the way, so I won’t be alone for much longer. And I’m sure your family is eager to see you as well. There’s no reason to feel guilty for what happened.”
The man looked slightly confused, and he eyes her up and down. It seemed as if he was about to say something when a small team of nurses and a doctor came into the room.
“Ah, Mrs. Martel,” the doctor said, smiling at her broadly. “Glad to see you’ve woken up.”
Nicole was confused, and she laughed.
“Sorry sir,” she said lightly. “I think you have the wrong room.”
“Oh?” he said, and glanced down at his clipboard. “Are you not Nicole Elise Martel?”
“No,” Nicole shook her head. “My last name is Mason.”
“Oh,” the doctor blinked, looking somewhat sheepish. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware that you preferred your maiden name.”
Nicole’s smile vanished, and she blinked in a mix of shock and confusion.
“My… maiden name?” she asked, her heart rate accelerating as she looked around the room. All eyes were on her, and all faces wore the same mask of concern. Nicole suddenly felt as if she was suffocating.
“Miss Mason,” the doctor spoke, and she was only slightly comforted by his correction. “I just have a few questions for you. Nurse Tally will set up a diamorphine pump for you while we discuss so that we can get rid of your headache. I heard you were thirsty?”
Nicole nodded, reminded of the dryness in her mouth.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that,” the older man smiled down at her. “Jackson?”
The doctor looked at the man who had been at her side.
“Will you go down the hall and fetch us a bottle of water for Nicole?” he asked.
“Of course,” the man, Jackson nodded and stood up. He gave Nicole a wary glance, and then finally left the room.
Nicole waited until he was gone, and she turned her gaze back to the doctor. She glanced at his nametag, which read Dr. Tim Red.
“Now,” the doctor said firmly and cheerily. “I have a few questions for you.”
“Okay,” Nicole blinked. She was sure that there was some information they needed to fill out, as her driver’s license only gave them so much of what they needed to know.
“Great,” Dr. Red smiled at her. “Now, can you tell me where your current place of residence is? No need to give me your address, just a city and state should suffice.”
“Charleston, South Carolina,” Nicole answered easily.
The doctor nodded vaguely and scribbled onto his notepad.
“Alright,” the doctor looked up at her. “Can you tell me what kind of car you drive?”
Nicole wanted to remark that she likely didn’t even have a car anymore due to the wreck, but she decided to keep the comment to herself.
“My car was a Ford Fusion,” Nicole said. Again, the doctor nodded, and made a note on his clipboard.
“Am I to understand clearly that you have no memory of the accident?” the doctor asked her.
“No, I don’t,” Nicole admitted, shaking her head slightly.
“That’s perfectly alright,” the doctor smiled, and made another note. “Now I have a more generic question, and it’ll be the last one, okay?”
“Okay,” Nicole answered and gave the doctor a small smile.
“Could you tell me about what the date is?” he asked her. “I know it may take you some time to remember.”
Nicole thought for a moment. It had been rainy and cold on the last morning she could remember, but not ridiculously cold. It was probably sometime in the fall.
“I couldn’t tell you the day,” Nicole shook her head for a moment. “But maybe later October, early November?”
“November second,” the doctor informed her kindly. “And the year?”
Nicole blinked, thinking it an odd question. Then again, he had warned her that they would be on the generic side.
“Two thousand eleven,” she replied. The doctor seemed to pause, but then nodded and scribbled down yet another note on his clipboard.