by Fiona Murphy
Running a finger over his flat male nipple the pleasure she saw on his face filled her full. Knowing she could give him not just pleasure but he trembled beneath her touch and wanted her as badly as she wanted him gave her an exultant feeling she had never known. Her mouth followed her finger and she sucked light and then harder. Hands caught her and drew her up, barely able to take a deep breath before his mouth was on hers, his keep was deep and drugging. Their tongues caught and clung until she was breathless, pushing up, her fingers dug into his chest.
“Carrie, I need to be inside you.”
Laughing at the way his hands tried to catch her, “Payback is a bitch, Rafael. You were inside me for almost an hour last night without letting me come.”
His grip tightened when her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, “Yes, but when you came you screamed from the pleasure of it. If you put your mouth on me, I’m not going to last long.” He warned her.
Squeezing his cock in warning she licked the dripping tip before sucking leisurely at the head as she had read would bring him the most pleasure. Her lunch break had been spent reading everything she could find to help them both enjoy her mouth on his cock and she had noted several things that had made her wet at the thought of trying. Stroking the length of him as she squeezed lightly at the base each time she stroked down to keep his orgasm at bay. The taste of him made her wetter and wetter, hungry for more, she was able to take him deeper with each attempt. Rafael moaned her name making her want to take more of him deeper and this time he slipped into her throat. They both moaned at the sensation and his hands slipped into her hair and took over. Roughly, he fucked her throat and Carrie’s hands went to his hips, simply holding on.
Moisture seeped down her thighs, it was all she could do to remember to breathe deeply through her nose. He thickened, grew harder and she knew it was her warning just seconds before he groaned the words. Swallowing again and again she moaned at the sensation that chased up her spine as his hands massaged the back of her neck with his release. His grip tightened around her neck and he pulled her up into his arms. “Was I too rough, mi dulce, I’m sorry. You were just so good, I lost it.”
She tightened her arms around him and shook her head, “No, don’t be sorry. I liked it. You taste good to me, I love your cock in my mouth. I love knowing I can make you feel as good as you make me.”
“Fuck, just hearing you say shit like that makes me hard all over again for you. I have been hard all day long because the smell of you has been with me.” Twisting her around, Carrie found herself on her hands and knees. His mouth and his fingers went inside her at the same time and she lost the ability to hold her neck up. Rafael’s tongue owned her, she knew nothing but the way it made her feel and she cried out for his cock. She wanted him inside her, needed him inside. Crying out her need she sobbed when he stopped and she heard him opening the bedside table. Her head went down to the bed as her heart pounded in her ears.
Thrusting deep inside her, he didn’t stop until he could go no deeper. Carrie had already been so close to an orgasm, his fast and hard thrusts sent her over the edge in what felt like only seconds. Burying her face in the bed she screamed as she came. She knew the only thing keeping her up was his hold on her as moved relentlessly in her. His thrusting drawing out her orgasm and as he continued moving she hit another climax so powerful it was almost painful. Just as Carrie thought she couldn’t take anymore he groaned her name and took her with him as he collapsed on the bed. Settling her into the curve of his body, he began to roll away and when she moaned her unhappiness he muttered about the condom.
“I put a small trash can by the bed, you don’t have to get out of bed.”
She heard him moving around and then she was back in his arms. This time she fell asleep immediately, content and secure with his heart beating beneath her ear.
Chapter Ten
Light tremors still chased over him from his orgasm as he felt Carrie melt into sleep in his arms. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he was grateful she fell asleep so quickly because his mind was in turmoil. She had him so tied up in knots he didn’t know if he was ever going to be able to go back to the way he was. He had told the truth, her scent had haunted him and made him hard all day long. Memories of last night had replayed again and again until it had seemed as if he could taste her on his tongue.
Carrie had promised she only wanted sex. He’d known she’d been lying and now he knew he was stupid enough to believe he could take her on those terms. She’d told him, she only wanted his nights but she was stealing into his day. Today he had pushed back a planned check up on the Phoenix office. His secretary had asked as a simple confirmation before scheduling the flight and hotel but instead of the yes he had meant to say, Carrie had flashed across his mind and he’d said no. The idea of leaving her so soon, in just three days hadn’t been something he could fathom. A few keystrokes and he’d brought up his schedule and gave himself another week with her.
It didn’t matter he’d just come back from an unscheduled trip to their New Orleans office to escape Carrie for the last week. Now it was different after having her in his arms. His secretary had paused for two seconds and in that time he knew he was fucked all to hell. Hanging up he’d stared at the phone, not seeing it, his mind only on Carrie. He needed to back out of this, stop it before he hurt her too deeply. The thought hadn’t even been completed before he’d shook his head, wasn’t going to happen. No way was he walking out of heaven after just one night. He’d refused to give it further thought and a phone call had come in and he’d managed to actually focus on the issue, until he’d hung up.
Rafael’s secretary had been quieter as the day crawled back and he knew he’d surprised her again and she didn’t know what to do about it anymore than he did. He didn’t have a hot temper, he prided himself on his cool, in all things. Rafael disdained not just a hot temper but men who couldn’t contain their desires and had never thought himself passionate in the least way and he’d liked it that way. He did nothing to excess, ever. He had always been able to keep a reign on his temper or libido in the past, so why did the simple thought of Carrie have his blood boiling and his cock hard for so long it was painful?
The rest of the day had been a long crawl until he could have her back in his arms, her kisses so eager, her body melting trustingly into him. He hadn’t dared to leave the office until late, going home knowing she was in the same building but out of his reach. Once he’d finally gone home, it had been as bad as he thought it would be. It felt like a physical ache in the pit of his stomach to be away from her. That had stopped him and he knew he needed to pump the brakes on this before it blew up in his face. Pacing his living room as he waited until the time he had told her, he’d tried to come up with a time limit but kept changing it. Six weeks became three months, none of his past relationships in the last ten years had lasted longer than three months. Yet Carrie wasn’t in the same category as his past lovers and he had pushed it to six months. His gut clenching he’d made himself key it into this calendar, break it off with Carrie. Even now just thinking about it, the words made him flinch. How could he really be thinking of ending something because it felt so damn good?
Hearing Carrie talk about herself in the terms of a slut, as only a means to satisfy his desire had stuck in his throat. It angered him to hear her think of herself in those terms. Then he felt humbled when she spoke as if it was a simple fact she embraced and she reveled in it, those words had made him hard. Carrie wasn’t holding back, she wasn’t thinking about ending what they had just started. But she seemed to know he was holding back and although she acknowledged it she wasn’t holding back anything from him. The way she went down on him with determination to see to his pleasure and then the scent of her, wet from what she was doing had hit him. Once, a long time ago, he’d sworn he made love to woman, he’d been wrong, Carrie had shown him that. The woman in his arms had made love with her whole heart and he hadn’t been able to hold back from doing the same.
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br /> Looking down at her blissfully content in sleep, he wondered what it was about her that drew him and had him not wanting to let go. She was beautiful with her blond hair and dark blue eyes, her thin, small nose and he loved the curve of her wide mouth when she smiled. Her body had also been a draw to his attention, it annoyed him that she wanted to change the beautiful body she had. He loved her curves and would never dream of labeling her as fat. It wasn’t for him to say but he hoped she wouldn’t change, he didn’t want her losing the breasts he had come to worship. He was also in deep lust with the curve of her ass that had had his dick hard the moment she’d turned her back on him. All of those things had caught his attention but it was her fire and strength that had held him riveted. Fragile as she might look, she had taken blows that would have felled someone bigger and tougher and gotten up ready for another round.
The mere fact she had opened herself to him so completely and utterly, despite knowing he didn’t want more than sex from her was a testament to her strength. He made no promises, had uttered no soft words to entice her into his bed but his conscious still stung. As her first lover he should be willing to give her all she deserved not putting a time limit on their time together. Whether he ended it six months from now or in a week, their time together would forever mark her sexual identity and the way she looked at love and sex.
She moaned his name and shifted in her sleep and he was hard all over again for her. If he was going to mark her, then he’d better make sure it was the best damn memory and mark she ever had. Gently, he kissed her awake and she responded immediately. Her hands sliding into his hair and he rolled them over to the edge of the bed. Grabbing a condom he fumbled with tearing it open, his need gnawing at him.
“Please, can I put it on you?” Her soft question had him groaning.
Handing her the condom, he rolled onto his back and watched from beneath heavy lids as she kneeled beside him. Her bottom lip caught by her teeth, her whole attention on the task. Small hands, gripped and squeezed as they smoothed the condom down. She leaned down and kissed the head of his cock and he swore, this woman was going to be end of his sanity. Pulling her up, his hands went to her hips and he lifted her over him. Her eyes went wide at the position he was putting her in. Then she moaned as she felt him slide inside her. Trying to control her movement was agony as she began to grip him with the muscles of her pussy. Carrie’s enjoyment of this new position was obvious and her hands went flat on his chest and she pushed down, taking him deep.
Her whole body shuddered with a small orgasm that seemed to catch her by surprise. Head down, her breathing was harsh and fractured, he wanted badly to move her but didn’t dare until she was ready. Then her eyes met his and she glowed and rocked on him, inviting more. The little witch knew what she was doing to him, his hands on her hips he moved her up and down him and she moaned her encouragement. With each downward motion she rocked forward and he knew she was grazing her clit against his cock, he could feel the tiny tremors running through her body with each movement. Deeper, he pushed into her, harder until he feared he was hurting her but pain never flickered across her face. The clenching around his cock was happening faster now. He knew she was near her climax and he let go of her hips, allowing her to take the orgasm from him. When she realized he had let her go, she moaned. Then she became almost frantic as she moved on him. He loved watching her face as her climax built and then she was crying out her release. Her pussy was a vice of constant clenching around him and he allowed himself to come. She collapsed on him and he held her close as she trembled.
Too soon, he had to let her go so he could get rid of the condom. She was boneless but disgruntled as he moved to get rid of it.
“I really hate those things.” She moaned as he pulled her back into his arms.
“When are you going to the doctor again?” He was surprised himself agreeing with her. For over twelve years it hadn’t mattered if a woman was on birth control, he always wore a condom. Anticipation had surged through him though hearing Carrie describe how she wanted him inside her without one.
“Next week, it was the soonest opening she had.”
“At least you can start taking them immediately and it will be safe by the time I get back from Phoenix.”
Bright blue eyes opened in shock. “You’re going to Phoenix? When?”
“Next week, I’ll be gone for a few days then onto California for another few days. It should be a week total.”
“A week, so soon. That’s too bad. Then we should really make the time you’re here last.” She whispered the words against the skin of his chest as she licked him slowly.
“Damn, Carrie, again?”
“Mm, just lay back and I’ll do all the work. I really liked being on top.”
With a sigh he lay back and allowed her hands and tongue to roam over him. Who was he to deny her?
Chapter Eleven
Carrie was listless, the book she was trying to read couldn’t hold her attention and nothing good was on television. The thought of going to bed didn’t appeal in the slightest, not when she knew Rafael wasn’t going to be there with her. He had left for Phoenix this morning, way too early as far as she was concerned. As far as she was concerned the only good thing about him being gone was he had seemed just as unhappy about it as she was. She should be tired, he hadn’t allowed her much sleep last night. Again and again he’d taken her throughout the night. When she had woken up she was sore but when he’d began to push into her again, she hadn’t dared deny him. It hadn’t even crossed her mind, Rafael wanted her and she wanted him, body sore or not. He was rough and hungry, biting her neck and breast until she’d nearly screamed from the pain. Those things should have made it worse. Instead, Carrie loved she had given him the release and the pleasure he so completely needed from her.
It had been the first time in several nights he’d been rough with her and she had urged him on, knowing he needed it. She knew he didn’t like letting go completely, the control he kept such a tight rein on was so complete but there were times she felt the effort it took nearly vibrating through him. Only when he let go did she really feel his whole body sigh with the relief of release. This morning even though he’d been unhappy there had been a lightness about him that hadn’t been there for over a week. The long hour she had spent in the hot tub to help ease her ache had been worth it.
Another hot bath sounded appealing and then bed. Making her way to her room she listened in and knew the twins were out for the night even though their light was on. Opening the door, she saw they were stretched out on their respective beds, their first paychecks in their hands. Elliot had his on his chest and Riley had his at his side. Both had been shocked and overjoyed at the sight of the checks. All night they had talked about what they would do with the money. Elliot, the more thoughtful one, had listened and added to Riley’s chatter of video games and new shoes then surprised both Carrie and Riley when he said he wanted to open a checking account and save it. The checks had come in the mail with a note from Rafael, they had done real work and they deserved it, now was their chance to truly gain from their experience. Only Elliot had understood the meaning behind the note, it was time for them to learn to be responsible and what they did with their money would be their first test.
Carrie had been so proud she wanted to cry but hadn’t dared say a word as she ate dinner. Riley had at first been shocked and then made fun of Elliot, calling him a nerd. Elliot had been unshakable.
“But I have to be a nerd, don’t you remember what Carrie said. She’s not going to be able to afford to send us to college and she said we needed to get our act together for high school so we could get a scholarship. If we don’t start now then we’ll be stuck at a job like what we’re doing until we’re too old to do it anymore or we get hurt and can’t do it anymore like Donald. Donald’s only like thirty something and he hurts his back with all the heavy lifting and now he can’t work. I don’t want that happening to me.”
“Hey, I thought we
were gonna sign up for the Navy and have them pay our way through college. Remember?”
“I don’t know, I’ve been thinking I don’t want to be stuck in a steel trap for years. If I can get a scholarship and through loans why not do it that way instead?”
Biting her lip to keep from opening her mouth, Carrie had pushed the hamburger helper around on her plate. The twins had been the ones to make dinner tonight since she’d worked the front desk until late.
Riley had his father’s arrogance, “Loans? Why should we have to pay for something when we can get it for free?”
“But we aren’t getting it for free, we sign our lives over to the Navy and then we get something. I’m just thinking I don’t want to go that way anymore. A little hard work and this state is full of universities willing to give scholarships to in-state students.”
The argument had gone on all throughout dinner, slowly Riley had thought about what Elliot was saying and they’d gone off to their room with their checks in hand. Elliot had asked about opening a checking account before leaving the room. Carrie had promised she would take them to the bank over the weekend and help him open an account.
Slipping off their shoes she left them on top of the covers, they were too heavy to lift anyway. It didn’t matter there was a third bedroom, the boys had shared a bedroom since they were little. They would pick out rooms and call them theirs but they always ended up sleeping in one and using the other as the game room for their video games as Carrie had outlawed the use of the living room as game central. Carefully, she pulled the checks out of their hands and set them on the bedside table.