by Joanna Blake
I laughed and pulled her into my arms. The woman always surprised me.
“You have a good point there.”
This time I let her help me to my feet.
“Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“To bed of course. I’m not done with you yet.”
She looked shocked. But not disinterested.
“You’re not?”
“Not even close.”
Carolina
“Chan, this place is filthy. I’m not sleeping here.”
I stared around the cabin, a little bit disgusted. He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Who said anything about sleeping?”
I rolled my eyes.
“You should be taking it easy!”
He winked and took the blanket from me, laying it on the floor in front of the fireplace. Then he took the picnic basket and pulled out a candle.
“How did you-“
“Ah, do not question The Master.”
He leaned in close.
“I had an ally.”
I was laughing as he lit the candle and pulled out a bottle of wine.
“Who?”
“Your Grandmother of course. A fine woman.”
I sat down on the blanket beside him. With the windows open and the candle burning, it was cozy in here. I accepted the plastic cup of wine.
“I’m driving.”
“Not for hours.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at me. I took a sip. Why not? I forced myself to relax. I’d been in such a state of turmoil for weeks now. It was hard to remember that things were different now.
Everything was okay. More than okay. Chan was mine again.
And I was his.
“And now for the feast!”
He dramatically pulled two sandwich bags from the basket. Now I was really laughing.
“What is it? PBJ?”
He frowned.
“I’m not sure actually. What kind of sandwiches do vegetarians eat?”
“PBJ. Veggies. Um…”
He opened his and sniffed.
“It’s smells like tomatoes.”
I opened my sandwich and smiled.
“It is! It’s a BLT!”
“Come again?”
“Gran always made me summer sandwiches- it was a BLT. Just with no B.”
He held his glass up.
"To my wife!”
I toasted, feeling shy suddenly.
“To my husband.”
We ate our sandwiches in silence. Chan commented how good they were. I told him it was the salt and pepper.
“It only works with really fresh tomatoes. And really good bread.”
He murmured his agreement. Then he looked in the picnic basket for seconds.
“Damn.”
He looked at me.
“I’m still hungry Caro.”
“Sorry. I guess we just have to go home.”
He grabbed my ankle and pulled my legs out.
“I’m sure I could find something to eat… here.”
He stared at me as he unlaced one of my sneakers, then the other. He tossed them over his shoulders. Then he pulled off my socks one at a time. Next he reached for my buttons, undoing my jeans and dragged them down my legs.
I was breathing heavily as Chan kissed his way up my legs. He nipped my inner thighs before reaching my panties. He kissed me, right there, through the thin cotton fabric. His tongue felt hot and wet and so so good.
Oh!
I let out a soft sigh of contentment as he played with me through my panties. I couldn’t stop my hips from moving. He practically tore the panties off of me after that.
Chan went to work on me, his hands lifting my hips so he could chow down. He held nothing back. The sensations were overwhelming as he slathered me with his tongue. I cried out as he dragged my nub into his mouth, sucking hard.
Then he flicked his tongue against me rapidly.
I screamed.
He didn’t stop as I started to shake. I was close to coming but I wasn’t there yet. I knew it was coming though. Soon.
He slipped one of his fingers inside me and hooked it so it dragged against a very sensitive spot deep inside me.
Then I came.
Hard.
Chan put his free hand on my tummy, holding me in place as I convulsed. He didn’t let up, keeping me going until the tremors were so delicate, so small, you could barely see them.
I could hardly speak by the time he pulled me into his arms, his cheek against mine. I was limp, utterly relaxed. He shifted and I could feel his arousal against me. I wanted to make him feel as good as I did.
I reached for his jeans and he grabbed my hand.
“I’m trying to calm down so I don’t embarrass myself Princess.”
“How?”
“By finishing too quickly!”
I smiled at him.
“I want to do what you just did for me.”
His mouth opened. I’d finally shocked him.
“Let me try.”
He nodded his head, looking very nervous.
And excited.
Very, very excited.
He kicked his jeans off and threw his shorts across the room. I almost laughed at how fast his clothes came off. Then he lay back on his elbows, watching me as I climbed between his thick legs. His cock twitched as I stared at it. I gripped it, pulling it towards me.
He felt like hot silk over steel. So hard. So big. So perfect.
So much bigger than my mouth. This was going to be… tricky.
I flicked my tongue against the tip experimentally. He groaned. That was a good start.
I let my tongue wander, tasting the salty liquid that had already gathered at the tip. I traced the shiny head, sliding my fingertips up and down his shaft.
He was making funny sounds as I licked him like an ice cream cone.
My ice cream cone.
I pulled the tip into my mouth and sucked, flicking my tongue against it. He let out a strangled shout. I eased my mouth down a bit further. It couldn’t go very far.
That didn’t seem to bother Chan. He was moaning like crazy. The sounds were so sexy, it just spurred me on. I stroked him with my hands as I experimentally bobbed my head up and down a few times. I felt him grow even bigger in my mouth suddenly. Then it happened.
Chan let out a groan as his cock seemed to lurch in my mouth. He pushed me away, grabbing his cock to point it away from me.
I watched as thick ropey streams of his seed came spurting out. It covered his belly and dripped over his hands. He was still curled up, his shoulders shaking involuntarily.
I leaned forward, reaching for him again.
“Can I taste?”
His eyes grew wide as he scooted away from me- as fast as he could go.
“Oh God- no. Next time. I think I will die if you try that now.”
I giggled, watching him run to the bathroom to clean up.
He was back quickly, looking sheepish. There was also a look of awe in his eyes. I’d impressed him somehow. That meant a lot coming from Mr. Experienced.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, drawing the blanket over my back.
“Princess, you are full of surprises.”
Chapter Twenty Two
Chandler
I was stiff. Achy. Sore.
I opened my eyes. We had fallen asleep at the cabin. On the floor. Naked.
Whoops.
It was no wonder I was stiff. Not just my cock either. That was hard as a rock too though. I grinned. It would be a shame to let a perfectly good hard on go to waste…
I let my hands wander over my sleeping wife’s curves.
She moaned, turning over in her sleep.
God, she looked glorious in the morning light. All pink nipples and creamy skin. I lifted the edge of the blanket that we’d rolled ourselves up in.
And… all sorts of other delicious parts.
“Good morning Princess.”
She smiled at me. Then she squealed as I bit her nipple.
“Chan! What are you doing?”
“How about a repeat performance of last night?”
“We have to get back.”
I sighed deeply.
“When am I going to get you alone again?”
She smirked at me.
“After the wedding I suppose. You’ll just have to wait.”
I growled, tossing her over my shoulder.
“Like hell I will!”
I carried her outside to the dock. She was naked other than the blanket she’d managed to hold onto. I strode to the end of the wobbly old dock and shifted her in my arms so I could see her face.
“How about a swim?”
“Chan- your wound! You can’t!”
“Please, I’m on enough antibiotics to kill a horse.”
She tilted her head at me as I pulled the blanket away.
“Antibiotics don’t kill horses Chan.”
“Ah, but if they did…”
Her eyes were wide as she flew through the air. She looked like an indignant angel with her long hair streaming out behind her.
Right into the water.
She came up just in time to get splashed as I landed close by. I grabbed her legs and squeezed her under the water.
“Chan!”
She was not amused. Suddenly I wasn’t laughing either. Actually, the water was a bit colder than I’d anticipated.
“Why would you do that?”
I grinned at her.
“I had to do something to get my dick to calm down.”
Her mouth opened as I dragged her against me so she could feel my raging hard on.
“It didn’t work.”
“Do you always wake up like this?”
“Like this? No. I sometimes have morning wood. But you could cut glass with this thing.”
“So it’s from… me?”
“Oh yes, Princess. My cock has your name written all over it.”
She was giggling as I scooped her up and carried her back to the shore.
“Come on, let’s warm up in the car.”
We grabbed our stuff and ran to the car, just as the sky was starting to get bright. The cabin was isolated, but still, I didn’t want anyone seeing her cute little tush but me.
That sweet little ass was all mine.
Legally.
She started to pull her clothes on and I stopped her. I gave her puppy dog eyes. I looked down at my cock and back at her again.
“Come on Chan, do you really want to do it in the car?”
I grinned at her, holding my shaft. She stared at it and licked her lips. My dick lurched towards her and she gasped.
“I guess you do…”
“You know Caro, I’ve been wanting to get you into the backseat of a car since I was 14 years old.”
I pulled her damp body against mine.
“No. 12.”
“You did not know what to do when you were 12 years old!”
I kissed her shoulder, guiding her thighs around my waist.
“I had a general idea.”
She whimpered as I slid the tip of my cock into her welcoming warmth.
“Give me fifteen minutes to live the dream.”
“Oh- okay. But - oh my - don’t take too long.”
I started grinding my cock into her sweetness. I was already so excited; I knew it wouldn’t be a full fifteen minutes. It was almost embarrassing, how easily she excited me.
I leaned down to kiss her neck, whispering in her ear.
“That should not be a problem.”
Carolina
“He takes his pills at 8, 12, 4 and again at 8 pm. Then if he’s still up I give him a pill at midnight.”
I nodded, watching Chan’s grandmother arrange the pills on the kitchen counter.
“These, he only takes once a day, with dinner.”
She held up another bottle.
“And these, are for pain. So I think it’s time to wean him off of them.”
She gave me a stern look.
“He’s off schedule today of course. I trust you can make the adjustments. Since it’s your fault he was out all night gallivanting.”
I blushed at the thought of what we’d done last night by the lake. And in the cabin. And in the car.
Especially the car.
It had been fast and dirty.
Very, very dirty.
But he’d been right. It was the best way to get warm. Of course it had been his fault we were cold and wet to begin with!
I sighed, cleaning up his room while he showered. He had taken a big risk getting his wound wet. He told me he’d just wanted an excuse to take a shower. And then he’d tried to pull me inside the bathroom with him.
With his grandmother in the house!
I shook my head. The man was incorrigible. I smiled, throwing out some wilted flowers from one of his many admirers. The girls in town were going to be pea green with envy when they found out about our wedding.
Yes, he was definitely incorrigible. And gorgeous… and sexy… and sweet… and all mine.
He pulled me against him from behind, still wet from his shower.
“I need to go home Chan. I still smell like lake.”
“We need to set a date. How does next weekend sound?”
“I can’t plan a wedding in four days!”
I turned around to see him with just a towel wrapped around him. He sure liked to show his body off. Not that I minded…
He started kissing my neck.
“Hmmm… weekend after then.”
“I can’t- Chan!”
He was grinding his cock against me as he licked my throat.
“Hmm… you taste like fresh fish!”
“You cannot be horny again already!”
“Oh Princess. You have no idea.”
I laughed, gently shoving him away. He smiled at me, not in the least bit offended. He pulled me in close again.
“So it’s settled. Wedding in ten days. Then you will be at my beck and call!”
I nodded, happiness overflowing. My stuff back in Miami would have to wait. I had so much to do… plans to make… a new wedding dress to buy…
He was staring at me, serious for once. He gripped my face gently.
“I was thinking… I might buy that empty storefront. Start a dance school. You can help. I know you got some moves Princess.”
I was laughing as he spun me around his bedroom.
Especially when his towel fell off.
Chapter Twenty Three
Chandler
It was four days until my wedding. Almost a week since that blissful night in by the lake. And the morning after in the car.
I hadn’t been alone with Carolina once in that entire time. It felt like everyone was conspiring to keep us apart. Her family. My family. Our friends.
Even Mother Nature was being disagreeable. With so much rain, I couldn’t even try and get her alone in the damn backyard! It was awful.
Basically, my dick felt like it was going to start growing moss.
I was not happy. My balls were even less happy.
I’d been busy of course. I had to go back to the doctor just yesterday. And find a house for us to live in. Plus, everyone wanted to see me, get the gossip.
Everyone in town was talking about the wedding.
It wasn’t every day a delinquent like me married the prettiest girl in town.
Plenty of guys had come by to ask me how I’d managed it and asked me for details on melting the Ice Princess. And more than a few ladies had swung by to see if they could change my mind. Or give me a going away present.
I’d told them all the same thing.
Not a chance in hell.
But there came a time when a man had had enough. And this was that time. It was late at night. I was dressed in solid black, with a baseball cap pulled over my eyes.
I was going tom catting.
Well, kind of.
; Tonight I was sneaking in to see Caro. She’d made me promise not to tell anyone we were already married. Which meant no hanky panky. She still took her chastity vow seriously, especially back home. Even though we had a very big loophole.
I had reluctantly agreed. But enough was enough. The way things were going, I wasn’t even going to make it to the wedding.
Not with my dick in the state it was in.
I let myself out the back door, making sure it didn’t slam shut behind me. Then I was off, whistling as I made my way across town towards Caro’s house. Her nana’s house anyway.
Her place was soon to be with me.
In our house.
I’d already found a place and made an offer. I knew she’d love it. But not as much as I’d love being there with her. I couldn’t wait for that. I imagined having her at my beck and call. Sharing a bed. Showering together.
Making love every night. The early evening. The middle of the afternoon.
Let’s not forget the classic breakfast fuck.
Or should I say, the soon to be classic breakfast fuck.
Oh yes, we were going to have lots of classics in our house. I felt my cock twitch in my pants remembering Caro’s first attempt at a blowjob. Her sweet, hot mouth had felt like heaven on my cock. She might be inexperienced, but she had a knack for pleasing me. It was almost more than I could take.
I groaned and picked up my pace.
I was over at her place in another ten minutes. The streets were quiet, other than an occasional dog bark. I fit right in.
Thankfully no one saw me, because I looked like a cat burglar.
I grinned. That was funny. I was a burglar. A pussy burglar.
Caro would laugh when I told her that.
I crept to the back of the house. It was nearly 3 o’clock in the morning. All the lights were off.
It was a beautiful night. Not too hot and not too cold. Luck was on my side. Caro had left her window open.
I released the screen and carefully lowered it to the ground. Then I grabbed the sill and lifted myself over it. Right onto her bed.
Caro must have kicked the sheets off because I could see her and her adorable little pajama set. Tiny little shorts and a cami. I approved.
I slid my shirt off and started on my pants. I leaned over and whispered in her ear as I kicked my jeans to the floor.