by Lily Love
With his tongue exploring her neck, he unfastened a button of her uniform.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Half-aware, she put her lips on his ear and begged: “Take me. I want to feel yours.”
He did not need to hear that twice. Completely turned on, he unfastened everything with a single move, while his other hand went right under her skirt. She trembled. Not for a moment until then did she remember that sleeping with this man would mean losing her virginity.
“Should I tell him? Would it be unpleasant?” , she suffered.
But the best thing she could possibly do is let it be. How stupid would it be to ruin such a wonderful moment? Whatever feeling he managed to wake up in her heart was stronger than the fear of a first intimate act. For what is worth, the alcohol eased things a lot, since a tipsy mind accepts whatever challenge there is.
His body was so warm. She took his shirt off in a slow, inexperienced way. He grabbed her hand and moved it towards his pants: “Do you feel how much I want you?”
His hard cock attracted her even more, since it was the first time she got a chance to experience something similar. With interlaced fingers, they took off the rest of the clothes they were wearing, letting their warm, naked skins gently brush against each other. He kissed her everywhere, as she stabbed her long nails into his strong, naked back. She pushed him towards her so strongly, as if he was about to escape. What a wonderful lover he was! Her love-making skills were incomparable to his, but that just made her look sweeter in his eyes. “Just like a candy you jealously keep to yourself”, he thought.
For the first time, she was doing a fairly good job, by simply following her basic instinct.
She gasped as he moved down on her. Feeling those lips between her legs was a feeling of delight and insanity, mixed with uncontrollable excitement. She could not possibly control herself and soon, loud screaming interfered with the paddling sounds. She desperately wanted that cock inside.
In a second, their bodies melted in one. Instant pain transformed into unbelievable pleasure, becoming something more than simple intimacy. What happened there was love. Love with all the colors of a rainbow, all the aromas of a flower garden. It was magical.
They moved rhythmically up and down, as the bed squeaked under their weight. He bit her neck, while she tried to release her hands, whispering words of passion and commitment.
“No! Don’t stop! Aaah!”, she yelled. He felt an unstoppable stream of intimate juices and dipped right into it. He gave her such a strong orgasm, she was about to faint. Indeed, for few seconds, she laid there without moving. Messy hair spread over her face and her sweaty body shined as the brightest of all stars.
Almost simultaneously, they both reached culmination and felt the weakness of a child, ready to start crying at any moment.
She, because she had felt the initial shock of belonging.
He, because he had seen how easy would falling in love with her be.
IV
The next morning, she just jumped of the bed feeling incredibly worried. Memories of the previous night stroke her mind and she was not sure whether what she did was right. There she was: naked, wrapped in someone else’s sheets, wondering which one would go away first: her headache or the feeling of disgrace and shame. What was even more difficult to swallow, was the fact the he was not there. His side of the bed was perfectly made, and if there wasn’t the trace of his strong perfume, she would have honestly believed that their enjoyment was an illusion.
Whatever happened, she had to get up and let life move on. She swayed to what seemed to be the bathroom, and washed her face, rubbing so fiercely as if she was trying to rub off her guilt.
The mirror had nothing new to show her, except of eye bags, slightly bigger than the previous day. She was incredibly pale and messy and thought that that is how easy women look: used, tired and discarded.
But…why? Did he really think she was a “one night stand” person? Or she disappointed him somehow? And why didn’t he wake her up to tell her to go home? After all, a lift to her place in the middle of the night could be forgotten much easier than the guilt of a sleepover.
“Oh, am I stupid”, she thought.
Then, she dressed, put on her proud face and got out of the room. Staying there could not possibly give an answer to her questions.
Step by step, stair by stair, she almost crawled, praying not to be heard. The house seemed empty, but a backend noise made it clear there was somebody else around.
Just when she reached the handle, Tony appeared.
“Were the sandwiches so bad that you want to skip breakfast?”
She smiled with relief.
“But…but, where were you? I thought…”
“You thought what? That I would just leave you in my bed and disappear forever?”
“What I thought was that you somehow…didn’t like our night.”
He laughed.
“Liked? No, I didn’t like it. I loved it, you fool!”
He hugged her as warm as he could, creating a feeling of safety she never had before. Just until yesterday she was the loneliest person in the world. Now, there was someone who seemed to care for her, and a place she saw for the first time, but could easily call home.
“Do you need help darling?”
“Yes. I need you to sit next to me so that I can witness how beautiful you are on every turn.”
Next thing she knew, he laid her down on the kitchen table.
“I am all yours, madam”, he smiled. He pulled her dress off and pushed her to the table. Then, he raised her legs intending to go down on her. But she turned again and leaned.
“I want you to take me from behind.”
Obediently, he slipped in his cock, sensing how wet she was. Speeding up, he moved straight and back. He was looking at his cock ripping her sweaty vagina, while her ass shook to the pressure of his hips.
With one of his hands he held her head down, turned on by the thought he possessed her. The other slapped her ass strongly, while she screamed both in pleasure and pain.
Feeling the spasms inside, he started to behave nastier, backing up and stabbing her as hard as he could. She just lifted on her fingers, stuck her nails on the wooden table and yelled: “Oh, God!”
She was spent after that orgasm.
The breakfast was amazing. So were the next few days spent with him. With every single moment, she was a step closer towards the relationship she never expected to have. All questions and holdbacks faded as an unpleasant memory, as she was here, next to him, to create new ones.
Somewhere behind was her previous life, where she had nothing to hold on, and wished not to have to go back never again. The only thing she would like to know is if eventually, a letter had arrived on her address.
This thought was a secret pain Tony often saw, but never discussed. Whenever she tried to talk about it, or suggested for them to go and check, Tony came up with a wonderful plan to prevent it. She somehow interpreted this mysterious behavior, as the product of his personal parents issues. Therefore, she did not push him too much.
She chose to admire her own happiness and enjoyed his happy looks too. He was always positive, moving around her, hugging her, as there was nothing else in the world.
In the few moments she had on her own, she read novels in the glorious library, identifying the two of them with famous literature couples and daydreaming about their wonderful future. Other times, she passionately cooked for the two of them, took care of the garden as much as she could, or simply arranged his elegant wardrobe. He had warned her many times not to do any domestic work, but she enjoyed taking care of her man, as her mother taught her to do one day.
If her mom had lived, she would disapprove with her living style, calling it a sin. But rules exist to be broken and sins to be committed. If someone preferred to call her community illegitimate, than let it so. She was so happy that such happiness could not possibly offend God. As a matter of fact, she understo
od such development of events, as an award God devoted her, for all the troubles she had to go through.
Besides, such pleasure must be justified. He took her to the furthest corners of imagination, taking her in all possible positions and making her beg for more every single time. Wasted and destroyed, she looked at herself in the mirror, thinking what a happy woman she was. The distance between was never safe, as they jumped on each other as soon as their eyes met. How many times did she kneel in front of him, satisfying his needs with her beautiful mouth. He went absolutely crazy, observing his penis disappear completely inside of her. “Oh, you nasty girl!”, he used to say to her.
Additionally, Tony was the best example of how a partner could influence people in the positive way. Thanks to him, she learned a lot of stuff she never heard before-insurance, when he chose to share business details, she traveled with her imagination the planes of Europe and the jungles of Africa, she started to rationalize politics and learned how to cook dishes from all around the globe. She loved him, thanked him and admired him all at once.
On the other hand, he was enchanted by her simplicity. A naïve, lovely creature, able to give him the love every man aspires, a responsible young lady he could rely on and mostly, a person whom he could always talk to. Those days, he also seemed to have forgotten everything, but her and his job, and saw how the unlikeliest thing occurred to him: he was falling in love. Whatever that was supposed to be, it turned out to be true love.
Somewhere between their love plans, Alexandra appeared. Carrie was worried at first, as she felt incredibly stupid for living in a house that was not hers, not even being seriously engaged with the brother. But Alexandra justified the first impression-she was compassionate and open-minded. At moments, it seemed like she didn’t really care about what happened between them, but perceived her as a new friend instead. Carrie was grateful for such attitude.
From their coffee-talks, she soon understood Alexandra was seeing someone and starting to live with him at that point of time. This seemed to be the biggest thing they had in common-a fresh relationship, same fears and aspirations, same experiences of sharing a place. But Carrie was simply Carrie-she would never start talking about it first.
One day, though, Alex asked a truly non-expected question: Carrie, what would you do if my brother asked you to marry him?
Carrie was shocked. This thought crossed her mind many times, but she knew it was too early for such a step. Now, she was even more confused: what do you tell to your boyfriend’s sister when she pops up with such a question?
Oh, I don’t think he would do it. Why are you asking?
Just to know, she smiled
What if Tony had something in mind? Lately, he locked himself longer in the office, making phone calls and noting stuff down. Even when they were together, his behavior seemed anxious, as if something was about to happen and he could not wait. However, he did not have the expression of a happy spouse. Observed from a current perspective, that was not so good for her.
She decided to observe him and see if there was something to indicate a proposal. Doubt is worse than any discovery. She admitted to herself that such illusions are worthless, since at the end, rich boys don’t marry girls like her. A day would come, she thought, he would simply tell her he was sorry and leave, as if he had never been there. Still, she fell so deep, she was not going to give up until that happened.
The rest of the day was normal. A wonderful lunch with even better wine, holding hands and walking around the lake. They even shared their thoughts on having children.
“I always wanted to have a boy. I would spoil him so much!”
“I actually think you will be the proud mother of a beautiful girl. One just like you, blonde with the same blue eyes.”
She smiled.
“I would like one of those too”, he said and kissed her forehead. Since that moment, she knew he had serious intentions, and wedding bells were already ringing in her mind. Still, she did not ask. She just took his hand, happier than ever before.
That night, none of them slept. Who could possibly sleep with such feelings inside? Instead, they made love over and over, lucky to be one of those couples who never get enough of each other.
The moon chose to throw spotlight on their naked bodies. The scenery could be described as the perfection of human kind, the unity of two perfectly shaped bodies and completely pure souls. She shook her torso in an insanely beautiful way, as he laid with his cock sharp, begging her to dance for him. Her hair waved over the face, while she was helplessly biting her lips. With her hands, she pulled him towards her, as a sign of thankfulness for this priceless moment. She knew since that moment-she was not able to tell him no, whatever his plans were.
He ordered her to turn. She already felt he wanted to experience something new with her. And she was obedient.
What is more thrilling to a man than seeing the consequences of his power? He quickly entered her anus and it took him only seconds to fill it. She yelled again in agony.
As painful as this was, the end had justified it. She could not breath anymore, and just laid there, letting his liquids slip down her leg.
“I love you Carrie. I love you so much”, he repeated. There was no doubt-he was hers, just as much as she intended to belong to him.
They finally closed their eyes at dawn, risking to let the sun enlighten the room before they manage to dive in their dreams. As usual, they slept holding each other tightly, like if they were afraid someone would come and separate them.
The next morning, she woke up alone again. Instead of his sleepy face, there was a note on the pillow. And a wonderful diamond ring.
“Will you let me be the father of that son you want so much?”
She repeated it again and again, danced and jumped around the room, happier than a child. Tony did propose to her, and she knew that the most important moment of her life had finally arrived.
Yes, it is fast. It is unexpected. But that was nothing compared to the wonderful life they would have together! The only thing that disturbed her happiness was the lack of a close family. People she would run to and tell, people who would take her to the altar and cry when she says “yes”. Wherever her mom was, she would still cry and send her blessings. Wherever her father was, he would probably not even care.
She calmed down for a moment. Then, she put on a wonderful red dress he surprised her with just the other day. She moved slowly towards his office, ready to jump in his arms, shouting I do. Her steps were quiet, but her heart was about to jump out. She was indeed the happiest woman on Earth!
Surprisingly enough, Tony was not in his office. Neither were his phone nor cigarettes. “He is probably outside, smoking”, she thought.
The office was quite modern, compared to the rest of the house. Tony was a man who cared a lot about his working environment, and therefore, made sure everything was the way he wanted it to be-simple and functional.
Carrie rarely had the chance to spend time in his office, especially without him around. She respected the seriousness of his job and the tiny corner of privacy every man needed. However, now that she was about to become his wife, she felt entitled to a short research.
As she approached the desk, her attention was drawn by an open drawer, looking as if someone tried to close it and rushed out. In the case of women, it is questionable what is stronger: their intuition or their curiosity. Obviously, she checked the content of the drawer.
Among the personal documents and few dysfunctional lighters, she made a shocking discovery. Stuck between bunches of old photos, she recognized one. A photo she actually had at home and kept as a small fortune. A photo of her mother, young and happy, sitting outside their apartment and holding her. “You are my happiness child”, her mom used to say during winter evenings, when they used to make their short trips to the past. There was a mix of feelings in her heart-she was suddenly sad and nostalgic, but shocked at the same time. How does it come that Tony has this photo? Why would he need i
t?
“Oh, someone is awake already”, said Tony, with a breeze of worry in his voice.
“God damn”, he thought. “Why did she come here? What did she see?”
Carrie turned towards him, crying.
“I was impressed by what you did this morning. I…I think it’s early, but I would still like to be your wife.”
She approached him, but as he started speaking, she put a finger on his lips.
“Just explain me how it comes you have this photo. This photo is mine.”
He froze as he saw the photo in question. Living on the edge, he expected his plan to go down at any second. Any second but this one.
“Why? Why God? What do I do now??”, he thought.
“It was supposed to be a surprise”, he forced himself to smile. “I wanted you to have a bigger one as your wedding gift.”
For a sensitive woman, this was enough. Not for a second she thought he was lying, but exactly the opposite-what a thoughtful, compassionate husband she was about to have!
She wrapped her arms around him.
“You crazy man! Oh, you crazy, crazy man!”
“Was this a yes, or just a compliment?”, he laughed
“Yes! Hundreds of times yes! Millions of times yes!”
He was spinning her around, aware of how happy marriage would make him too. If he was not a bastard. If this was not just a scam.
But he still took advantage of her messy mind. Before she knew it, his cock slipped around her hand and she tried to get her fingers around his bulk.
“What if I told you I could deep-throat that?, she smiled.
V
“I’m so happy for you guys! See, I told you! I felt this all along!,” Alexandra tried to be as polite as possible. Rather than happy, she seemed satisfied, which Carrie could not easily understand, but did not even care to do it.