by K. C. Crowne
Maybe it was. But I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to have his lips on mine, to have his big arms wrapped around my body.
And I wanted even more than that. But big things had to start small, and in our case that meant a hard, closed-mouth kiss. The instant his lips touched mine whatever doubt I had that there was chemistry between us was blown away. Heat rushed through my body as his lips lingered on mine, my pussy clenching as I soaked through my panties.
A small, but insistent voice in the back of my head continued to protest, to tell me that it was a bad, bad idea to get this close with the man whose child I might soon be carrying. But I shut that annoying little voice up as soon as I could. I wanted Ryan, and I didn’t give a damn about anything but my desire in that moment.
Soon, my lips parted, and his tongue probed into my mouth, meeting mine, tracing the outline of it, caressing it.
Ryan pulled his head back an inch and nipped at my jaw line. “You taste fucking incredible Carly.” His words sent a shiver of hot delight through me. I squirmed with pleasure as his lips met mine again, his tongue moving into my mouth. He was like no other man I’d kissed.
And it almost scared me.
Ryan’s hands stayed on my hips for a time before moving in toward the bottom hem of my sweater. He took the fabric into his grasp and lifted the garment up and off over my head, revealing the white T-shirt I had on underneath. Once the sweater was gone, tossed aside, his hands went to my breasts. The moment he touched me through my shirt and bra my nipples went hard, and I arched my back to press them against his body.
He kissed me harder as he took off my shirt, revealing my navy-blue bra. As he undid the clasp, I opened the button of my jeans and pulled down the zipper, shimmying out of them and kicking the denim off along with my shoes. When I was down to nothing but my bra, panties, and socks, Ryan stepped back a bit, his hands still on the broad curve of my hips.
“Curvy Carly.”
At first, I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. I pulled my head away and cocked it to the side in slight confusion.
“What was that?”
For the first time since I’d met him, the ever-confident Ryan seemed a touch embarrassed.
“Ah, what did you hear?”
“It sounded like you said, ‘Curvy Carly’.”
As if realizing he was busted, Ryan let out a laugh in reply. “Well, that’s because it is what I said.”
“Curvy Carly?” I asked, more than a little amused by it. “What is that some kind of nickname you came up with?”
“That’s exactly what it is.” I was beginning to like this candor. The Ryan I’d come to know was never ashamed, never flustered. “It was when you were walking to the bathroom during our first date, or meeting, or whatever that evening was. I saw you walking in that black dress that just clung to your body and the name appeared in my head.”
“Alright, alright,” I said with a chuckle.
“But” he said, his hands on my hips as he moved his eyes up and down my body. “However good you looked in that dress, it’s nothing compared to you right now.”
Another hot rush spread from my pussy, the sensation making me weak at the knees. Then Ryan closed the distance between us, placing his hand on the small of my bare back and bringing my body against his. I could feel his hardness through his jeans, the long, thickness of his length.
It answered the question better than words just what he thought of Curvy Carly’s body.
He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time he brought his hand down between my legs, gripping firmly onto the soft skin of my inner thigh. I gasped through the kiss as he moved up, up, until his fingers were only inches away from right where I wanted them.
“Tell me what you want,” he spoke into my ear, his lips taking a break from kissing me along the length of my neck.
It was all such a bad idea. The responsible part of me was practically screaming, insisting loudly that what I was on the verge of doing might very well be the biggest mistake I’d made in a long time. And more than that, Ryan was giving me an out. All I had to do was tell him that what I wanted was a little space so I could think about what was happening, about what I’d gotten caught up in the middle of.
But that’s not what I did. No-no-no. Instead of doing the smart thing, the responsible thing, I brought my lips to his ear, gave his earlobe a quick nibble, and said the exact word I shouldn’t have.
“You.”
And we were off to the damn races. He put his hand back on my inner thigh as he kissed me hard, his touch moving up until he was so tantalizingly close to where I wanted him that I wanted to scream. When the side of his hand grazed my lips, just the hint of his touch was enough to almost make me come on the spot.
He touched me more, his hand on the small of my back, his lips on mine. He reached down with his right hand and peeled off my socks. As he did, I glanced down and realized, to my horror, that I was wearing a totally goofy pair of panties with some cartoon pattern on them. If Ryan minded, he didn’t say a word.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said, his palms tracing the outline of my hips.
I grinned, flattered by the idea of a man like Ryan fantasizing about me.
“That right? Thinking about what?”
“Thinking about what I’d do to you if I got you naked in front of me.”
“Then do it.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. With effortless strength, Ryan lifted me off my feet and carried me over to the edge of his living room couch. Once there, he quickly had my panties off, and my legs spread open wide. His hand went between my legs, his fingertip pressing on my clit with just the right amount of pressure as he made slow, sensual circles.
It felt so damn good that I worried I might lose control of my body and make noises that would embarrass me. But Ryan kept his left hand on the small of my back and held me in place as his right teased and touched me.
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Touch me just like that.”
He did, only taking breaks to slip his fingers inside of me, my pussy so slick and wet that he was able to enter me without the slightest bit of effort. He knew just how to touch me inside, how to curl his fingers and hit my G-spot. He gazed intently at me, his eyes narrowed like a hunter’s, a slight smile on his sexy lips that made it clear he loved watching me as he made me come.
When I was close to my orgasm, I clamped my hand down onto his, making sure it stayed in place on my clit. I tilted my head back and let out a long moan as the orgasm coursed through me, my body tightening and then releasing as he touched me through it all.
“I need it.” The words shot out of my mouth when the orgasm faded.
“You need what?” he asked.
Playful little shit.
“You going to make me beg?” I asked with a teasing tone.
“Nope. Just want to hear you say it.”
I answered his question by grabbing onto his cock through his jeans. His smirk broadened – I’d given him the answer he’d wanted to hear. With that, I hurriedly got him out of his pants and shirt. His body was…perfect. Sculpted and toned and lean and strong. My eyes tracked up his muscles, and as I did, I noticed more than a few small scars here and there. No doubt they had stories to tell, but that moment wasn’t the time for them.
I was drunk on desire, wanting him so badly I could hardly think straight. Once I had him out of the skin-tight pair of gray boxer briefs that clung to his powerful thighs and laid eyes on his long, thick cock, any other notion but my need for him to be inside me was gone.
My fingers wrapped around his thickness, his cock warm and stiff to the touch. I guided him closer and closer toward me. He let me do it, let me tease my lips with his head for just a moment before placing him at my opening.
He didn’t wait to do the rest. With a slow push of his hips, Ryan moved into me and I closed my eyes to focus on the sensation of all his many, many inches pushing deep inside, stretching me out, my walls grippi
ng him tightly.
I placed my hands on the sculpted roundness of his ass, guiding him the rest of the way. And when he was buried to the hilt I glanced down, savoring the sight of him vanished within me.
He drew back and then pushed into me again, a moan from deep within me following along with his movement. He did it again and again as he took hold of my breasts, squeezing them and teasing my nipples, making them go stiff against his touch.
His pace quickened, grunts sounding from deep within. I wrapped my legs around him, locking his body against mine. As he drove into me over and over, another orgasm began to build.
I rested my head on his broad, round shoulder as he pushed inside, my fingers grazing the taut muscles of his back.
“I want you to come for me again,” he said, his voice low and deep.
The pleasure was so intense that it took everything I had in me not to lose control. The steady rhythm of his thrusts lulled me into the precise trance-like state I needed for the orgasm to release.
And when it did, it was beyond words. My body shook, a quick “oh-oh-oh” coming from my mouth as his thick cock brought me to a mind-shattering orgasm, my toes curling tightly. But Ryan kept thrusting, chasing his own release. And when the second orgasm faded, the sly expression on his face let me know he wasn’t done with me yet.
Not even close.
Chapter 11
RYAN
It’d taken all the restraint I had not to come along with her. The sight of Carly orgasming under me, legs wrapped around my hips, her eyes closed, and her sexy-as-fuck lips opened in a perfect “O” of pleasure, was so hot that I had to bite down on my tongue just to keep climax orgasm at bay.
There was a damn good chance this was going to be the only time I’d get to have her like this, and I was determined to wring every drop of pleasure out of it that I could.
Carly’s chest rose and fell as she recovered from the orgasm I’d given her, her perfect, round breasts moving up and down, her pink nipples crying out for my lips.
But before anything like that was going to happen, I wanted her in my bed.
A brief expression of confusion was all she had time for as I put my hands onto the soft curves of her hips and lifted her off the couch. She let out a cry of surprise that turned into a laugh, wrapping her legs around me as I carried her out of the room.
She kept right on laughing as I carried her up the stairs, and when we were at the top, I planted a quick kiss onto her lips before carrying her into the master bedroom. When we were over the threshold, I pressed her back against the wall, holding her in place as I slipped my cock into her once again.
“Oh my God,” she moaned as I entered her. “How does that feel so fucking good?”
It was a damn decent question. Lovemaking with Carly was…effortless. I couldn’t think of another way to describe it. Our bodies flowed together, fit perfectly. It almost seemed like there was more going on between us than just really, hot sex.
But I put that out of my mind, focusing on keeping her up against the wall as I drove into her again and again. She wrapped her arms around me, her legs still around my hips, my cock plunging into her at a ceaseless pace. Her full breasts were soft against my solid chest. Everything about her body was perfect, as if she were designed to drive me to the brink of mindless passion.
I was close, so damn close. But I was determined to make her come one more time before I had my release. Carly had different plans, however. She took her arms from around me, giving my chest a push. I stepped back, realizing she wanted me on the bed.
I moved back, sitting on the edge of my California King bed, scooting back just a bit so she’d have room. Once I was in position, she straddled me, leaning forward, and placing her hands on my chest, her perfect tits hanging right in my face as she lowered herself down over me.
Carly rode me hard, her hips rising and crashing down onto mine, her thick thighs shaking from the collision. I reached around and took hold of her perfect ass, soft and round to the touch.
The feeling of her pussy wrapped around me, the sight of her flawless body on full display – together they were enough to bring me right to the edge. Carly’s body shot straight, more moans sounding, her walls clenching as she arrived at her third orgasm.
And that was about all I could take. I grunted hard as I released, draining deep inside of her, her velvet channel squeezing every last drop out of me. Our bodies froze, then relaxed.
I let out a sigh and so did she. But as soon as the pleasure faded, the reality of what had just happened returned – we’d both done something we most definitely shouldn’t have.
Carly stayed frozen, my cock still inside of her as she gazed off into the distance with an expression of mild shellshock.
“You alright up there?”
Without a word, without even so much as a glance in my direction, she climbed off me and onto the floor. I turned and watched her walk away, hurrying into the bathroom with quick steps and shutting the door.
Fuck.
Had I just ruined what we had, whatever it was?
A box of tissues was on the nightstand, and I sat up to pull a couple out and clean myself off. Tension formed in my gut as I wondered what the hell was going to happen, what she’d say when she came out of the bathroom.
I didn’t have to wait for long. The toilet flushed, the sink ran, and the door opened. Carly hurried over to the bed so quickly that she was like a blur. Before I could even react, she was under the covers and on her side, her back to me.
Not good.
I wasn’t sure what she was thinking or feeling in that moment, but I felt like I needed to say something, anything, to break the tension. So, I opened my mouth and said the first words that came to mind. “We got carried away.”
At first, she didn’t have any reaction. Carly remained still, her back to me, the off-white sheets draped over the gorgeous bow of her hip. For a moment, I wondered if she’d fallen asleep.
“You’re right. It was a bad move.”
But she kept her back to me. Was she so embarrassed and upset that she couldn’t even face me? Not knowing what else to do, I placed my hand on her hip, hoping that the touch was reassuring.
Carly didn’t let it rest there for long. She turned, her beautiful body on display for an instant before she yanked the covers, pulling them up and over her chest as she sat up against the headboard. I was bare, my half-hard cock draped over my thigh.
She stared off into space, her hand clutching the sheet over her breasts. Everything about her body language told me she felt exposed.
I had an idea.
I hopped out of bed and hurried over to the dresser, pulling out a pair of cotton lounge shorts and stepping into them. Once I was partially dressed, I hurried downstairs to the pile of clothing we’d left on the floor in our mad dash to get one another naked. I quickly squatted over it, plucking out her panties and bra and whatever else she had on.
All her clothes in hand, I rushed back upstairs and into the bedroom. Carly still sat against the headboard, the blank look that had been on her face when I’d left had now changed into something like concentration, as if she had something on her mind that she was struggling to get out.
“Here,” I said, placing her clothes on the bed near her. “Figured you might want to get dressed.”
But right after I set the clothes down, I caught sight of the pair of panties. More specifically, I caught sight of the interesting pattern on them.
“Cartoons, huh?” I said with a smirk. “I think I’ve got some Ninja Turtles underwear in there if you want to coordinate.”
Her eyes flashed with surprise as she snatched the panties off the bed and shoved them under the covers. Then she laughed.
“I know, I know. I didn’t pick them out. They were in one of those five for twenty bucks’ packs you get off Amazon.”
“Well,” I said, sliding into bed next to her. “If there’s a woman who can make a pair of four-dollar undies look like the sexiest t
hing in the world…”
This got another smile out of her, an easy one that let me know she wasn’t as upset as she might’ve been letting on.
“Nice shorts,” she said, glancing down at my legs. “Are VPLs a thing in New Zealand?”
“’VPLs?”
“Visible Penis Lines.” She placed her fingertips on the outline of my cock, which twitched to life at her touch. Carly’s eyes went wide again as she yanked her hand back, her reaction getting a laugh out of me.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing. Just that you acted like it was about to bite you.”
She chuckled again, shaking her head.
I scooted closer to her, still giving her a bit of space. “Listen – you doing alright? That was all a little…unplanned. But I’m not going to lie and say it wasn’t loads of fun.”
She smiled, a smile that vanished as quickly as it appeared. Then she turned her attention forward, that thoughtful expression on her face once again.
“Yeah, that was unexpected,” she said. “But it was nice – I won’t lie either. But this whole surrogacy thing is really weird and I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, let alone decide if it’s something I want to do. I would totally get it if you didn’t want me to be your surrogate anymore. One of us should’ve put a stop to the sex before it happened, and it should’ve been me.”
I opened my mouth to speak and reassure her, but Carly wasn’t done.
“I kind of lost control there for a second. Maybe it was the mimosa or maybe it was the fact that I haven’t had sex in a really long time. Like, a weirdly long amount of time. But I just want to make sure you know that I’m not a slut, I don’t normally do things like that. And –”
I sealed her lips with a kiss. She was starting to ramble, which was kind of cute in its own way. But I didn’t want to hear those words out of her mouth.
“I don’t think you’re a slut, whatever that word even means. But you’re right. We both got a little carried away with what was going on between us. But damn, Carly – I’ve been wanting to make love to you since you came over my table at the restaurant. And I don’t want to sound full of myself, but I’ve got a feeling you’ve had similar sentiments.”