by Snow, Jenika
“Tell me something you’ve never told anyone before,” he probes, questioning .
I know I shouldn’t say anything, but I can’t help myself. I need to have everything out in the open. I need to tell him how I feel. “I love you,” I whisper, knowing I shouldn’t have said that, but needing him to know the truth. And then after a few seconds he closes his eyes, braces his hands on the counter on either side of me, and breathes out roughly .
“I’m so much older than you .”
My heartbeat is loud in my ears. “I’m not a girl anymore. I know what I want, and what I want is you .”
He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and I wonder what the next step is. I’ve waited long enough to be with the man I love, to finally be able to express how I feel. This is my life, and I want this more than anything. I want Carson more than anything .
“No, you’re not a girl anymore,” he says almost to himself. “Believe me, baby, I’ve noticed.” This lightness covers his face. “I love you, too, Jenny. God, I love you so fucking much it hurts .”
Pleasure and heat fill me. And then he makes this low sound in his throat, grabs me around the back of my head, and pulls me close. He presses his mouth against mine, and this gasp leaves me. I’m frozen in place, unsure if this is really happening. But in the end it doesn’t matter because the feel of his lips on mine, moving rough, hard, and demanding, has every rational thought leaving my brain .
The way he holds me, kisses me, makes me feel wholly feminine. He’s had me since before he said anything, since before I knew this was what I needed. I can feel the hunger and need in his touch .
I am helpless to stop it, but I don’t want to , ever .
Chapter 11
Carson
W hen you wait years for something and you finally have it in your grasp, the feelings you get are indescribable. When I finally pull away from Jenny’s lips, my fucking hands are shaking. So much has happened tonight that I’m busy trying to wrap my mind around it. But the only thing I really need to know is Jenny loves me. I thought I had lost her, but she’s given me the words I’ve been dying to hear for years. There’s no way she’s getting away from me now .
I look over at her. Her eyes are wide in surprise and her hand is gently touching her swollen lips .
Lips swollen from my kiss .
“What are you thinking?” I ask her, my voice gruff .
“That this may be the best birthday I’ve ever had in my life,” she whispers and for some reason that makes me smile .
“It’s not your birthday yet, honey .”
“It’s not?” she asks, confused, her eyes still dilated. She’s staring straight at my mouth. My smile broadens. I like knowing my kiss has affected her so much .
“Your birthday is tomorrow,” I tell her .
“Oh,” she whispers. “Will you kiss me for my birthday ?”
I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know what she’s asking .
“You like my kisses ?”
“So much,” she whispers. “I’ve been dreaming of them forever .”
“Do you dream of me doing more than kissing you ?”
“Carson,” she mumbles, her eyes moving to the floor, her face flushing to a deep pink. I take the small step forward, closing the distance between us, and put my finger under her chin to bring her gaze back to my face .
“Answer me, honey,” I order her gently .
“That’s not really fair, Carson .”
“What’s not fair ?”
“You asking me questions and just demanding I answer them. What about you? Do you dream of me ?”
“Every fucking night,” I answer without hesitation .
“See… What?... Oh… You do ?”
Seeing the different emotions flicker over her face is a treat I could watch for days. Yet, when my words finally register, it is the flare of desire I see that captures my attention .
“I live for the night, Jenny. Do you know why?” I ask, letting my finger move from under her chin and trail along the side of her face. I hear her drag a shuddered breath through her lungs and smile because it literally rocks through her body. She wants me, and she’s not adept enough to keep it hidden— thank God .
“Why?” she asks, biting on her lip .
“Because all day long I work like a dog so I’ll come home too tired to miss you .”
“I… You miss me ?”
“So fucking much,” I murmur. “But working my ass off never works, Jenny. So I get in the shower and wash off the dirt and grime, wishing you were with me .”
“ You do ?”
“Fuck yes. Why do you think I had the master bath redone a few years back ?”
“ I — ”
“It was so that when the time came, and I finally claimed you, our bath was ready .”
“Claimed… Our…” she repeats and I know she’s weighing each word and understanding the gravity of them. I want her to. “What would it be ready for, Carson ?”
“For the day I come in from working and you’re in that shower with me .”
“You want me to shower with you?” she asks. Shock is evident on her face, but it can’t overshadow the desire that is there too .
“I more than want it honey, I crave it. I want your hands on me after a long day in the field. I want you touching me, holding me …”
“ Carson — ”
“Most of all I want to push you against the shower wall and fuck you raw,” I tell her and the need in my voice vibrates with hunger .
“Oh, God,” she says, trembling .
I place my hand on her stomach and press it flat .
“I won’t rest until you’re carrying my baby, Jenny. I want your stomach stretched with our child, knowing that a part of each of us is growing inside of you. Am I scaring you, Jenny ?”
“No,” she whispers, surprising me. “I love everything you’re saying .”
“Tell me, Jenny,” I urge, needing her to admit to everything .
“I want all of that, Carson .”
“All—” Before I can finish and tell her exactly what I need from her, Jenny surprises me by doing exactly that .
“I want your baby, Carson,” she whispers and finally it feels like everything I’ve ever wanted is within my reach. “I want you as mine .”
Chapter 12
Virginia
B efore I know what is happening I find myself in Carson’s arms. He smells so good, feels so good pressed against me. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling at the shorter strands until he hisses, but then lets out a deep, guttural groan of pleasure. I have no idea what is coming over me, but I don’t want to stop .
I want to go as far as we can. I want to bring myself to the brink of going over the edge and not even caring if I finally fall and never reach the bottom .
“Are you sure about this, Jenny?” His mouth is by my ear, his warm breath teasing the shell. “Because once I’m deep inside your hot, wet pussy, there’s no going back. I can’t walk away from you. I won’t.” He’s staring me in the eyes; the feeling that I am so lost consumes me. “You’ve always been mine, but once I claim you all bets are off.” He goes back to kissing my neck now .
I can’t find my voice so I nod, letting him know my answer. I press my breasts hard against his chest, not even caring that I’m being so bold in my needs .
“God, I’m burning alive for you, sweetheart .”
“Take me to the shower, Carson .”
He pulls back and looks down at me before cupping my face and stroking my cheek with his finger. Chills race up my entire body from that simple touch. Then he has his mouth on mine, his tongue between my lips as he mouth fucks me. There is no other description for what he is doing. My inner muscles clench and a fresh gush of wetness leaves me. I want him, need him so badly right now. “Please, Carson. Be with me .”
And then he picks me up in his arms and strides to the bathroom he renovated just for us. I still can’t get over it, still can’t wrap my mind
around the fact he’s done all of this for me. He’s wanted me for as long as I’ve wanted him .
When we are in the bathroom, he sets me on my feet. I wobble slightly, my arousal so intense it makes me dizzy. The bathroom is incredible. It’s the first time I’m seeing it since he renovated it, but I can see how much time and work he’s put into it .
Glass, marble, chrome. All of it looks so damn fancy given the fact we are in his farmhouse. The shower is massive, with black tile that covers the floor and walls. It’s got two shower-heads, one on each side, and there’s even a Jacuzzi style tub beside the shower, one little entity .
“Carson, this is incredible,” I find myself whispering, knowing my eyes are wide, my shock evident. I would have never known about the work and detail he’s done in here if he hadn’t told me. I don’t come into his room, despite the fantasies of doing just that bombarding me. I turn around, not sure what to say or do next, but before I can utter a single word, my mouth snaps closed. His shirt is unbuttoned, his hard muscles on display, the six-pack I’ve seen countless times as he’s working out in the field shirtless, filling my vision .
“You can’t look at me like that, Jenny.” His voice is low, and so damn deep. I feel a chill race up my spine .
“Look at you what way?” Did he even hear me? My voice is whisper soft, but the way he growls, the look he gives me, tells me he heard me just fine .
“Like you want me to fuck you, Jenny. Like you want me to take you up against the shower wall, my cock deep in your body, our mouths fused together .”
Heat the likes of which I have never felt before fills me. And I find myself nodding. Yes, I want all of that and more. And then he’s in front of me, his shirt already fully off his body and lying on the floor in a pile. I go for my own clothes, not caring how fast all of this seems to be moving. I need to have him up against me, both of us bare, no more trying to hide how we feel .
But he breaks away from me far too soon. He moves over to the shower and cranks it on. Within minutes, steam is filling the bathroom. A nice, warm heat surrounds us, and I am totally undressed. I stand there nude, not feeling the least bit embarrassed that he sees every intimate part of me. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything before .
Finally, he removes the rest of his clothing. I take in the sight of him, the fact he’s so much bigger than me, his muscles on clear display from the hard labor he does day in and day out. I can still remember the feel of his slightly calloused hands on my body. And the way he looks at me makes me feel as if he’s touching me, running his fingers along my nipples, between my thighs. My gaze stops on his cock. It’s so huge…so massive and hard it makes my knees weak .
“Come here, baby girl .”
I go to him instantly. He leads me into the shower and I let out an involuntary moan as the warm water covers my back. Carson pulls me in close, his touches soft, gentle even. I don’t want that though. I don’t care if this will be my first time, that me being a virgin means I’m inexperienced. I want rough and hard. I want whatever Carson wants to give me .
I take the reins then, placing my hands on his chest and moving us so his back is to the tile wall. I rise on my toes and place my mouth on his, kissing him softly, trying to be all sweet. Of course I don’t want that, but I’m hoping that the strung-tight tether I know Carson has on his desire right now will snap and he’ll lose control .
“God, baby girl, you’re killing me,” he groans against my mouth. “I can’t keep myself in check much longer, Jenny .”
“Then don’t” is all I say .
Before I know what is going on, he growls like an animal, turns me around so I’m the one pressed to the tile, and has his hands on my ass. He squeezes the globes before dropping to his knees and lifting my leg up so it’s over his shoulder. I’m panting now, knowing he can see my exposed pussy, wondering how he feels, what he’s about to do .
He stares between my legs for long seconds before looking up at me. “I’m going to fucking devour you .”
And then he does just that .
Chapter 13
Carson
M y first taste of Jenny is one I will never forget. Sweet, hot, innocence. If I have to describe it, those are the only words that come to mind. She’s every dream I’ve ever had—every fantasy come to life .
And she’s mine .
I have her leg over my shoulder to give me more access. I run my tongue flat against the outside lips of her pussy. She’s bare, clearly waxed. A flash of jealousy runs through me. I don’t want anyone seeing this sweet little snatch but me. It’s mine .
I use my fingers to pull her lips apart. Her clit is throbbing, the juices of her pussy coating it. She’s so excited I can almost hear her ragged breathing over the running water. I give her one last look. She’s like a goddess of water, with her head tilted back against the wall, droplets running over her body like a gentle caress, dripping from her rounded breasts. I take my other hand and place it flat against her stomach, holding her there .
Right there .
Right where my baby will be inside of her .
I use that hold to pin her against the shower wall. I don’t want her to move until I have her coming in my mouth and begging me to stop .
I lick her clit, gently and with no pressure—more of a light stroke. Her body tries to thrust toward me, but my hold keeps her still .
“Carson,” she moans .
I let my fingers slide from the lips of her pussy between the wet valley, teasing her tender walls. I can feel her quiver beneath my touch and my dick stretches, so hard it’s physically painful .
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Jenny. I wish I could tell you how long I’ve dreamed of touching you like this, of loving you.” I groan right before I slide my fingers inside her pussy. She’s so damn tight that her muscles cling to my fingers both welcoming me inside and resisting me at the same time. Christ. Getting my dick inside this tight little hole will be an exercise in torture, the sweetest torture I’ve ever known .
I push my fingers so deep inside of her, knowing she’s a virgin by the tightness of her. God, she’s pure, all mine, and I am going to claim her. My dick fucking jerks and I know there’s cum leaking from the head. I have to fight down the urge to slam inside of her now. I can’t do that. She’s a virgin, this is new to her and Jenny is too special to rush. I have to make this good for her .
When I rake my tongue against her clit, curling it around the throbbing little button, I begin gently moving my fingers in and out of her. I let my fingers do the fucking, slowly at first, getting her used to the invasion .
I look up between her legs and watch as she lets her head go back, a cry leaving her, and her hands slapping against the wall of the shower. She’s completely lost to her passion. I don’t think from this point. I grab her by the hips and move her so she’s basically sitting on my face. I tunnel my tongue inside her sweet pussy, all while working in tandem with my fingers and managing to tease her clit. She grinds down on my face, seeking her own pleasure, her hips undulating a broken rhythm, demanding more, while taking everything I give her .
I dig my fingers into her lush ass, knowing I’m bruising the soft skin as I take control of her body, eating my fill, fucking her with my tongue, and nibbling on her clit. I’m doing everything I can until finally she explodes for me. Her sweet arousal coats my taste buds. I drink her up, petting her pussy with my tongue in reward for being such a good girl .
When I’ve brought her down from her high, I slowly stand, holding her body close to mine. The water in the shower is starting to cool and I reach over and turn it off, then I gather Jenny up in my arms, intent on nothing more than getting her to my bed .
“Carson?” she asks, her voice soft, exhausted and full of pleasure .
“I need you, Jenny,” I growl, unable to say anything more, or give her the soft words she deserves. All I can think about is getting inside her tight little pussy and burying my cock so deep against her cervix that I can pu
t my baby inside of her. I want to give her everything .
Including my child .
Chapter 14
Virginia
C arson has me on the bed, the damp towel tossed to the side, and both of us naked and ready. He’s so hard for me, his cock thick and long, and all because of me. I am done waiting, done pretending that I can hide how I feel. I want Carson and from this point forward I’ll make that known .
“Please, I need you,” I moan .
I might be a virgin, but the only man I’ve ever wanted was Carson. He’s the only man I’ll ever want. He takes a step toward me .
“I’ve wanted you ever since you turned eighteen and I realized you were a woman. I have held back, though, baby. I have wanted to let you live your life, meet a nice boy your age …”
I see the way his jaw clenches after he says that .
“But no more. I won’t pretend that I can stand back any longer. You’re mine, and always will be .”
“I’m yours .”
I want him to devour me, to make it known, body and soul, that I was his, just like he said...forever .
“I’m not letting you go. Not ever, Jenny .”
I’m so worked up, so wet for him…so primed .
“There is no way I am going to last tonight, not once I am deep in your hot, wet, virgin pussy .”
My heart races at his words .
“I want you,” I say again, wanting him to know I really do need him like I need to breathe. He groans and I see how he clenches his jaw again .
“I’m trying to show restraint .”
I shake my head. “I don’t want you to .”
He growls like an animal and I get wetter .
“I’m starving for you, so fucking hungry I don’t know if I can go slow.” He moves closer .
“I don’t want slow.” And I don’t .
“Tell me what you want.” He moves closer. “I want to hear you say you want my big, thick cock in you. I want to see your lips form the words as you tell me you want me to pop your cherry, to claim it as mine .”