He stayed there, wedged deep inside my poor, pleasured pussy, until we both felt him shrink and soften and he slid himself out and I felt the last of his come, sticky and thin on my trembling thigh.
He lifted me then, trembling and sore, carrying me all the way to the bed and turned to retrieve our coffee from the kitchen. He returned, naked and splendid, a cup in each hand as he sank next to me on the bed. I lay, naked and shameless, on top of his sheets as he sat, glorious and gleaming, next to my hip.
“Hey,” I said, gratefully accepting the steaming mug he offered. “I was supposed to bring you breakfast in bed.”
He chuckled, licking his thick, glossy lips. “Too late, Carla,” he murmured. “I already ate.”
He winked above his coffee cup, slurping the fresh roasted caffeine the way he had my slick and swollen pussy only minutes earlier. I blushed and followed suit, until both cups were half empty and my heart rate was somewhat back to normal.
“What’s got into you?” I asked, putting my mug on the nightstand and reclining against the headboard as he watched my every move, the desire still naked and hungry in his eyes.
“I missed you, that’s all,” he croaked, and I wasn’t sure if his voice was merely hoarse with desire, or something…more.
“Me too,” I confessed, watching him finish his coffee and put his cup next to mine. “I didn’t realize how connected we were until that connection was broken.”
He nodded eagerly, as if he was reading my mind. “You… feel the same way?” I asked, hesitantly, as if his lusty tongue hadn’t already convinced me on top of the now sticky kitchen counter.
“Absolutely,” he said, nodding emphatically and inching closer until he could put a hand on either side of my waist. “I never thought I’d care for someone as much as I care about you, Carla. I mean, really care. Deep down inside. I don’t want to scare you, babe, but… it feels like love.”
I nodded, as his lips met mine. “I’m not scared at all, Kellan,” I breathed against his lips. “I’ve loved you ever since I met you. I just… had to go away to realize it.”
He chuckled, his lips leaving mine to nuzzle my left ear. “Don’t do that again,” he murmured, miraculously jump starting my libido as I shivered against him. “Don’t ever leave home again.”
I pushed him away, almost playfully. “Home?” I asked, even as he continued to lean back in for another kiss. “Here? In… Siesta Key?”
He merely nodded, kissing me again as I sank beneath his swollen desire. “I like it here,” he murmured, dragging me down in the soft white sheets, the morning sun spilling through half-open blinds. “I want… I want to stay, for a while.”
“Yeah?” I gasped as he laid me flat and knelt between my legs, breathlessly beautiful even as he hardened before my very eyes. “I… I’d love that, Kellan.”
“Good,” he chuckled, sinking onto his side and gently running his long, thick fingers across my belly. “Because the way I see it, you really have no choice.”
“You’re right,” I murmured, my lips wide open, my eyes half-shut. “I’m putty beneath your hands, baby.”
It was more than that, of course. I wanted to stay, to be with my family, to set Mom on the right track, to nurse Roy back to health. But I didn’t want to do it alone. Once upon a time, before Kellan, I might have. But now? Now I wanted him, I needed him, and he seemed to want—and need—me as well.
“Look at what you do to me,” he sighed as we both admired his stiffening cock, already glossy with desire and thick, wet heat. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
He rose up and buried my lips with his, as I waited, flat on my back and spread eagled, for him to mount and fuck me the way he had on the kitchen counter.
Suddenly, restlessly, eagerly, I wanted only to fuck and be fucked, to love and be loved, to celebrate, carnally, the lust and, of course, the love I felt for this beautiful man. There would be time for work, and play, for joy and laughter, for tears and pain, for suffering and sadness, for rebirth and discovery. But for now, all I wanted was my back in the sheets, my ass pressed deep into the mattress, and my hands out at my sides, holding onto the edge of the bed for dear life as Kellan pleasured me, thrusting and pumping again and again.
Fortunately, he was more than up for the challenge—in more ways than one!
Chapter 42
Kellan
Carla’s damp hair clung to her quivering shoulders as I lay behind her, wedged deep inside. We were on the simple double bed in my cottage bedroom, the once crisply laundered white sheets wet and twisted on the floor, our heaving bodies naked and entangled on the bed.
The mattress squeaked and Carla moaned, almost like a purr, that semi-unconscious sound she made between multiple orgasms. My heart hammered and I panted hard as my own orgasm strengthened and swelled deep inside. Even so, I continued to thrust gently in and out of Carla, feeling her volcanic heat embrace every inch of my cock, hearing the gentle glide of skin on skin, the familiar creak of bedsprings and the ocean waves crashing just beyond the open doorway.
We’d been at it for over an hour, which was not unusual ever since Carla had returned to Siesta Key from South Beach and we’d pledged to make up for lost time the best way we knew how—in each other’s arms.
My arms were wrapped tightly around her, embracing her as my hips and legs grew sore from grinding and thrusting. It was barely mid-morning and we hadn’t left the bed, yet. I’d woken up at daybreak to find Carla lying next to me, naked and glowing in the rising sun. I’d admired the curve of her shoulders, the dip of her back, the ripe, curvy swell of her bare ass and the length of her long, dwindling legs until I felt my dick thickening, naked by her side.
As if sensing my body heat she wriggled her hips, turned her head over one shoulder, winked and backed her ass against my cock. We’d been locked by the sizzling flesh of her tight little pussy ever since, but not for long. With one last thrust, I sealed the fate on my climax and, sliding from deep within, practically streaming, slid my cock between her ass cheeks and came in a hot bath of jizz across the small of her back.
Carla purred and shivered as I held her tight, my orgasm coating her back and my belly as we writhed in our moist morning lust. When at last the tidal surge passed and I released her, collapsing onto my back to work out the kinks in my legs and hips as she struggled to do the same.
She rose a few seconds later, arching herself over my body to land on the floor and pad away, her body glistening in the warm morning light. She returned a few minutes later, with coffee steaming in a giant mug we shared, slurping and scalding our tongues in equal measure. It was a rare Sunday morning off for both of us. Roy had no physical therapy, I had no clients on the boat and for once, we had the whole day to ourselves.
We sat, naked and sticky, cross legged on the little bed, the soft sea breeze gently cooling our flushed skin. I felt warm all over, and not just from our third hour-long session in the last 24-hours. Just being back with Carla, her smiling face and flushed skin, her soft murmurs and thoughtful gestures, made me warm all over.
“When are you gonna get a room with a bigger bed?” Carla pretended to whine, our bodies half-on, half-off the sagging mattress.
“When are we gonna move in together?” I asked, shocking the two of us.
Chapter 43
Carla
I chuckled at his throwaway line, until I realized… Kellan wasn’t joking. “I’m serious,” he murmured, tugging me closer on the squeaky mattress where, minutes earlier, he’d thrilled me with over a dozen orgasms, spread over the length of one amazing, too-short hour.
His body shined, hard from the physical labor of his new “career”. Buttery, smooth and tanned from days spent under the unrelenting Florida sun. He’d always been hard, sculpted and lean, but now his new physically demanding job had left him harder, leaner and more naturally sculpted than ever, making me want him every time I noticed a new, hard edge or jutting, sharp corner.
His eyes drank me in—all o
f me—and nodded. “I’m serious, Carla,” he insisted. “I’m sick of renting this little cottage, and sick of sharing you with your family.”
I gave him a warning glance. “I thought that’s why we’re both here, Kellan,” I reminded him.
“I’m happy to be here,” he said. “But not happy about being apart so much. Maybe… maybe if we bought a place together, we wouldn’t have to—”
“Bought?”
He blushed, looked away, then nodded energetically. “Sure, why not?”
“How… how long do you intend on staying in Siesta Key?” I asked, broaching a topic I hadn’t even answered myself.
Ever since that fateful night when my mother had called to say that my stepfather, Roy, had had a stroke, I’d been in limbo. Stuck halfway between two worlds, I’d let my life in South Beach slowly phase itself out while investing more and more of myself in Siesta Key.
I’d tried to consider Kellan’s feelings, promising him he could leave whenever he wanted, even if it meant finding a temporary captain for Roy’s Retreat and living a solitary existence in my old hometown. But he’d been so sweet and kind throughout the entire ordeal, I’d just settled into taking him for granted.
Now, hearing him talk about buying a house, I wondered how much he considered tiny Siesta Key, Florida his adopted home. “How long do you intend staying here?” he threw back at me, leaning back against the bedroom wall and making himself comfortable. “I mean, not to sound all doom and gloom, but we both know your stepfather has a long way to go before he can be independent again, and your Mom still needs a lot of work at her house, which I can’t get to right away because we’re coming into the busy season with the boat, so… this could be awhile.”
I’d been nodding for some time, as if realizing such things myself. “I just always figured you’d tire of all this and…”
His face looked hurt, so I clammed up. Spreading his legs gently, he slid me closer, so that my thighs slid on top of his and he held me gently, both hands around the small of my back. “How could I tire of all this, babe?” he murmured, nuzzling my neck before rubbing my nose with his. “I’ve found a little paradise, and I want to stay for as long as you’ll have me.”
My heart hammered, realizing how much the thought of leaving Siesta Key bummed me out and tore me down. I knew that, in addition to Roy’s recovery and mom’s readjustment to her role as primary caregiver, it would be longer than “a while”. A year, at the very least. More like years, and several of them.
But as we faced each other on the bed, spent from another orgasmic session together, my face burned with shame. “What is it?” he asked, sensitive to my ever changing emotions as ever.
I shook my head, fresh tears falling. “Nothing,” I lied. “It’s just… if we’re going to do this, and do it right… I have a confession to make.”
He nodded, apprehensive but eager to hear. I rushed it out, the burden of the last few months more than I could bear. “That time I went back to South Beach to sell Miami Models?” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Well, you know Deacon Manchester, right?”
“Yeah I know him, what happened?”
“Well,” I sighed. “He took me out to dinner and… we kissed.”
His face changed, almost imperceptibly, his good natured smile and flushed features dimmed slightly before he shrugged. “Wow, Carla. You kissed him? Is that all you did?” he asked.
“Of course it is,” I said, slapping him playfully—if only to ease the growing tension in the room. I’d been wanting to get the confession of my chest for weeks now, but had never found the right time to do it. This might not have been the right time, but… was there ever a good time to tell your lover you kissed another man?
“I wouldn’t put it past him,” he grumbled, like a little boy who didn’t find what he wanted under the Christmas tree. “Deacon Manchester is a low down, dirty, stinking—”
“He didn’t make me kiss him,” I confessed. “Nor was it romantic. I just… thought it would seal the deal, and so…”
He nodded, then shook his head. “Doesn’t sound very much like you, Carla.”
“I know, Kellan. That’s… that’s why I wanted to tell you. I’m not proud of it—and it was stupid—but if we’re going to take this next step together, I don’t want to have any secrets from you, either.”
He seemed comforted by the explanation, my heart pounding as I awaited what might happen next. He smirked, then slid me closer. “What,” he murmured, nuzzling my ear unexpectedly. “You don’t think I wanted to kiss Selena back when she was coming on to me that one time?”
I pushed him away. “You did?”
He shrugged. “For a hot moment there,” he said. “But I didn’t. Doesn’t make it any less sinful than what you did, though. At least, not in my heart – and that’s where it counts, right?”
I nodded. “I just didn’t want to take a big step like this and still have skeletons in my closet, you know?”
“Great,” he said, pulling me even closer as my heart began to hammer for a different reason. “Now our closets will be new and totally skeleton free.”
I pushed him away once more, if only reluctantly. “You’re taking this very lightly,” I said.
He shrugged. “If all you did was kiss the second most handsome man in South Beach,” he teased, “and all I did was want to kiss the second prettiest girl in South Beach, then I’d say we’re about even, right?”
“If you say so,” I chuckled, relief flooding my entire body as I sagged against him with all my worth.
“So what do you say?” he pressed once more. “Are you up for buying a new, totally skeleton in the closet free house with me or what?”
“Buying a place would be smart,” I murmured, picturing house hunting with Kellan and how exciting it would be holding hands while touring new homes up and down Siesta Key.
“Think about it,” he urged, tugging my closer so that my thighs slid farther atop his, our pelvises dangerously close to igniting each other’s once more. “Even if we bought a place now and lived in it for a few years, then moved on when Roy was up on his feet and your Mom was in a little better shape, we could rent it out.”
I nodded, feeling my heart thrumming, and not just by the way Kellan was stiffening against my still slick red bush. “I do know a realtor in town,” I sighed, feeling the rock and writhe of Kellan’s hips as his stiff cock began to glide along my rosy bud. “He’s… one of… Roy’s regular customers…”
Kellan nodded, his voice quickening as his hands slid from behind my back to tease and rasp across the front of my still tender breasts. “Let’s call him first thing tomorrow morning,” he mumbled, his breath sweet from our shared cup of coffee on my throat.
“But what will we do until then?” I asked before gasping as, stiff and tender, the tip of his throbbing cock slid just inside my eager pussy.
“Oh, I dunno Carla,” he grunted, sliding more of himself inside with each syllable as I gently rocked and ground to invite him deeper still. “I think we’ll figure something out…”
Chapter 44
Kellan
“Great to meet you, Clam!”
Spencer Sterling, owner of Sterling Properties, boomed his greeting as we stood next to his favorite booth in the Big Biscuit Diner on Route 1. It was the corner booth, generous and wide befitting his 6’2”, 300-pound stature. I noted the half-empty cup of coffee and glazed donut crumb covered side dish on the placemat in front of the seat he’d just vacated.
Carla chuckled. I blushed. Spencer looked perplexed. “Did I say something wrong?” he asked, nodding toward the booth as he arranged his considerable girth back on his side.
“It’s Kellan,” Carla corrected, sliding into the booth opposite her father’s frequent fishing customer.
Spencer’s face crumpled, as if trying to learn French before the waitress returned. “Like the powder?” he asked as I noted a vaguely southern accent.
Carla opened her mou
th to correct him yet again but I nodded, eager to get the show on the road. “Close enough,” I said, extending a hand as I slid into the booth next to Carla. “Nice to meet you, Spencer. Carla’s told me all about you.”
“All good, I hope,” Spencer boomed, waving the waitress over as if he was as eager to get through this business meeting as we were.
“Of course,” Carla said. “When Kellan and I decided to start looking for investment properties in Siesta Key, we knew we had to go to Sterling Properties.”
“I’m flattered, Carla,” he said as a waitress approached, middle aged and frazzled in a yellow uniform and red apron. “And to think, last time I saw you, you were cutting bait on Roy’s boat. What was that, six? Eight summers ago?”
“Try ten, Spencer,” she said, pausing to give the waitress time to speak.
“What can I get you folks?” asked the waitress, whose nametag read “Mavis”.
“Coffee,” Carla said before I ordered orange juice.
“Great choices, guys,” Sterling boomed, winking to Mavis who not-so-subtly rolled her eyes. “They come with the ‘business meeting special’. Make it three, Mavis, and keep the coffee coming!”
Thus dismissed, Mavis tottered away, scribbling on her pad and mumbling under her breath. I watched her go, secretly wishing I could join her. While our pillow talks over the weekend had been fun and festive, now in the light of day—it was real.
We were real—doing this—Carla and me. We were really meeting with a realtor, who was clearly a hustler and not going to let a little thing like my cold feet stand in the way of his commission.
It wasn’t Carla, actually. There was no better way to celebrate our new-found love and excitement for each other— to say nothing of how we’d upended our entire lives—than by moving in together. And, after all, buying a place together had been my idea from the start. But in my excitement I suddenly felt that I’d skipped right over moving in together to get straight to investing in a house together, and suddenly my gut wavered with regret.
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