“A taste of what’s to come.”
I turn away from the lake, desperate to take this to the next level. And not have her distract us with side conversations or comments that confuse me.
“You’re eager.” She runs behind to keep up with my long strides as I drag her toward the house.
Eager? I’ve wanted this to happen ever since my first sexual arousal when we were merely friends. Eager is not a word that can describe the explosion of need that’s simmering inside me right now.
She overtakes me, ripping off her shirt as she skips before me and turning to throw it in my face. Before my view is covered, I get a glimpse of her tits jiggling. Holy shit. I think my dick is about to burst through my jeans.
Despite Lemon draping her naked torso over my arm and teasing her tongue in my ear, I manage to force the key in the lock and push the door wide.
“I need to be inside you. Now,” I force out between clenched teeth.
She giggles. “If it’s anything like that kiss, then I want you inside me too.”
I snort. “That kiss is nothing compared to what’s about to happen.”
Lemon is straight on me. Pulling at my shirt and running her fingernails over my chest.
“I wanted to do this to you the other night. Your body, Carson. It’s so dreamy.” She purrs playfully.
I’ve wanted to do this to you for ten years. Ever since that hot summer’s day when you last got your tits out in front of me. Fuck, you were the hottest thing I’d ever seen and now… “Fuck, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I lean in and lick her nipple, clamping my needy lips around it and sucking it into my mouth. Lashing at it repeatedly with my hot tongue and loving the way it hardens to my touch. My fingers find the other nipple. Equally hard. I pinch it mercilessly until her body arches away mine and she lets out a breathless moan. I slide my hand around her back to stop her from toppling over. Her skin is so soft. Just like I remember.
I walk us backward to the sofa. It’s not quite the dream I had of rose petals and satin sheets. But hey, being inside her is what I want most right now. And I’ll take that anywhere she’ll let me.
I kneel down and unbutton her jeans; her tits rest on top of my head and for a moment I have to reach up to palm them, massaging the soft flesh while I kiss her flat stomach.
Holy shit, I’m sure some pre-cum just leaked out. I can’t mess around any longer or I’m gonna spill my load in my jeans like a pubescent fool.
I pull her jeans down while she drives me crazy, scratching her nails all over my chest and upper arms. The sight of her naked, the one place I’ve always dreamed of being is almost too much. Her tanned, smooth skin is perfect, and I bury my nose in her pussy, running my tongue eagerly at the seam and lapping up her wetness.
She shudders and I know she’s as close as me to an orgasm.
“Lay down,” I order, and she leans back on the cushions.
I strip and she licks her lips when my cock bounces free.
This is really happening. I can’t mess this up now.
I never thought this would be my reality. Every turn in my life took me further away and the last few weeks have only added to that torture.
She pushes on to her elbows and opens her mouth. Her lips are coming nowhere near my cock now, otherwise I’ll be shooting my load down her throat in record time. No, I’ve got more needy places to be.
She reaches out and I grab hold of her wrist to stop her hand from touching my throbbing cock. I draw her fingers into my mouth, sucking on them, while I position myself at her entrance.
She’s warm and wet and I groan as I push in. “Oh, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”
My body shudders as I pull out and push back in. My eyes fixed on hers. This is heaven. And right now, nothing else matters. A feeling of primal bliss washes over me. This moment is a memory that I will cherish for the rest of my life.
Suddenly, she slaps her palms against my chest. “Condom!”
“Shit.” I pull out. My cock tingles as the cool air rushes over it, and my mind screams at the loss.
“Here.” I pull her up and lead us through to my bedroom, not letting go until she is laid on the bed and I’m ripping at a condom package in between my teeth. I’ve never had sex without being sheathed and I miss that feeling of being bare inside her already. But that’s irresponsible and not what she wants.
Drawing on every ounce of willpower, I make it last as long as possible. Resisting the urge to pump hard and fast. But our orgasms build and build. Her moans are soft and dreamy. My balls are hard as bowling balls. And after three teeth-gritting pauses, I come hard, pounding into her for the last few strokes with such force the solid oak headboard nearly smashes through the pine log wall.
It’s not until I still that her scream rings in my ears and my back stings from the scratches she’s inflicted.
I roll onto my side and pant for a few seconds, my mind catching up with what just happened. I finally did it. We finally did it and it was the best thing ever.
I lift my head to look at her. She’s staring at the ceiling and I wonder what the hell is wrong.
“You okay, Lemon?”
She turns to me and smiles. “Yeah, fantastic. I never thought I’d have an orgasm as good as that…again.”
Way to go, Carson.
Thirteen
Lemon
Coffee in bed and a view of the lake is a good start to the day. And what makes it even better is when Carson slinks back under the sheets.
My skin tingles from the friction of us rubbing against each other for most of the night and parts of me ache like I’ve done multiple shifts at the Green Parrot. I hook my leg over Carson’s and slink my arm under his, squashing myself close to his back.
“Hmm.” He pulls my hand up to his mouth and kisses my palm softly. “My baby girl,” he says in a gravelly voice.
And that’s enough to have me squirming. Again.
“Do you have to go into work today?” I kiss his shoulder.
“No.”
“Hmm.” I snuggle into him. This is surely the best feeling the world and he echoes my sentiments by saying so. I still can’t reconcile why I’ve never thought of Carson like this until recently. He’s a stud. Plain and simple. A nice guy to boot. Pretty much perfect and it’s obvious my biggest mistake in life has not been opening my eyes to him earlier.
He turns over, his hard chest and length crushes against me.
I run my fingers up to his face and study his features with my fingertips. Can this man make me forget Blue like no-one else has?
He kisses my fingertips. A gentle power. That’s what sums him up. He’s that perfect calm mix of strength and serenity.
I can’t imagine having the hot-headed fights I used to have with Blue. I close my eyes for a second when I realize I can’t seem to stop myself from comparing him to Blue, like I have every man.
Carson leans in and kisses each of my closed eyelids in turn, then runs his nose down, pressing his mouth against mine. A heat stirs in my legs and I shiver in anticipation.
“It’s good you have a bulk pack of condoms.”
He chuckles. “And I’m setting up a repeat order.”
“You plan on another night with me, stud?”
“Uhuh. You can stay as long as you want.” He kisses over my chin and down my neck, sitting back on his heels as he inches down my body. My knees squeeze together when I realize where he is going.
“Are you suggesting I move in with you?” I chuckle.
His head snaps up to mine.
“Only kidding.” I gasp as he roughly pushes my knees apart and loops one of my legs over his shoulder, diving his face down between my legs.
“Shit.” I strain my neck to watch him. He’s a master at this and I giggle at how my collection of stimulators won’t see the light of day as long as Carson is around. For a fleeting second, I wonder how long that will be, but all ability to think of anything is pushed aside when he spear
s his tongue inside me.
Holy shit. “Carson,” I grit out between clamped teeth. “How long is your tongue?”
“Huh?” He stops moving and opens one eye to me.
“Don’t stop.” I thump on his shoulders.
He rests his chin on my mound. “Well don’t ask me such stupid-ass questions, then.” The vibrations of his words pulse through me. Then, just to drive me even wilder, he sticks his tongue out and licks right up to my belly button ring. Teasing it with his teeth and tongue.
“Oh god, Carson. Just stick it in me already.”
He laughs and kisses back down. He puts a serious amount of skill into making me come and it’s not long before I’m chasing a wave, holding on to it as long as I can until everything clenches inside. But he doesn’t give up there, he continues to assault my clit with his very talented tongue, and despite me pushing away his forehead because the feeling is just too intense to bear, he continues until I give in and ride the feeling; the ecstasy of my orgasm pulses with such force I’m sure it squirts out.
“Oh god,” I mumble in embarrassment as he slinks up to me, wiping his chin on the sheets. “I’ve never had that happen before.”
“When I do a job. I do it properly. None of these half-ass attempts.”
There’s some meaning behind his comment, but I don’t have time to dwell on it because he yanks my ankles around the back of his broad neck and lifts my ass high off the bed until I rest on my shoulders and blood rushes to my head. He kisses the inner arch of my foot, while he rolls a condom on and his sultry eyes don’t leave mine as he fucks me long and hard, hitting my sweet spot over and over again.
And it doesn’t matter how much I dig my nails into his biceps or how loud I scream out his name, he keeps on pounding. It’s so fierce. And primal. And I like it.
But before I can settle into the rhythm of the forceful strokes, he pulls out and flips me onto my front, curling a forearm under my waist and squeezing me back on to his chest. My breasts hang heavy and he fondles them roughly. His thighs slap against my ass as he buries deep inside. So deep I have to plant an elbow onto the pillow. Sweat drips from him onto my skin and trickles down my spine. He must see it because he licks along my back, a tingle as the cool air replaces his trail—an added sensation on my already overloaded nerves. Then, just when I don’t think I can take anymore, he moves a hand from my breast to my clit. Brushing his thumb over it with quick and delicate strokes. And my head goes. Unable to do anything other than rag doll against him as his hold around my waist tightens and he quickens his thrusts.
Everything shatters. Inside and out.
He releases me and as I flop onto the bed, he kisses the nobbles at the top of my spine, his hot body covering my back and whispers in my ear. “You’re fucking amazing, Lemon Sherbet.”
I try to tell him so is he, but a series of syllables fall out of my mouth into the pillow that don’t form any known words.
He rolls down beside me and scoops my head up onto his chest, his heart beating a solid rhythm.
“Hmm.” I sink back down to earth and trace my fingertips across his tanned skin.
“You happy?” He asks me out of nowhere.
“Yeah. Why?”
“No reason. Just want you to know that is a priority to me.”
“A priority?” I laugh nervously at his choice of words.
“Okay, important. You and your happiness are important.”
I mull over his words. I haven’t been important to any one as far as I can remember. And actually, nor have I been a priority. “Thank you, Carson. That means a lot.”
He kisses me gently and something warm and totally unexpected seeps through my chest.
Could I actually be in love with this man?
* * *
“Do you want some breakfast?”
“Sure, why not? There’s always a first for everything.”
He furrows his brow.
“I don’t usually bother.”
He shakes his head and climbs out of the bed, padding into the kitchen butt naked. I roll onto my side and tuck my hair behind my ear to get a decent view of him. He’s certainly easy on the eyes.
“Do you want any help?” I holler through cupped hands.
“Nah. I’m good.” He clatters in a cupboard and studies a flat pan. Looks like it’s pancakes for breakfast and my stomach growls on cue.
I search around the floor for something to slip on and decide to check out his closet. I’m presented with a precisely hung range of shirts, all color coordinated; pants; and, at the end, half a dozen cubbies filled with folded jeans, shorts, and tees. In a separate section is his police uniform. I run my fingers along the precisely ironed creases and try on his hat, which has pride of place on a shelf all of its own. It drowns me and makes me laugh at how I’ve slept with a police officer. I pick out a white sports shirt with a v neck. It nearly hangs down to my knees, which is good, because I have no idea where my underwear went.
I sit on the mattress while I run my fingers through my hair, braid it on a side, and stare through the mirror.
Important. I am important to him. Actually, this whole scenario is important. He has a lot at stake. He’s a police officer with a pristine reputation and I’m… not.
“Juice?” He calls out and I trot through to him. He hovers a carton above the counter. I grab it from him and seek out some glasses, lined up in a wall cabinet.
“Don’t tell me you made these cabinets?” I run my palm across the smooth, sanded and oiled wood, inhaling the new wood smell.
“Yup. I made all the furniture except the rockers on the porch, pretty much.”
“It’s all so beautiful.” I scan the rest of the space, taking in everything I missed last night when I had a one-track mind and was focused on Carson. “Where did you learn to do this?”
“Here. I’ve had plenty of time. Earl showed me how to use the lathe in his workshop out back. At first, I helped with repairs, but when he left me this place I got some new equipment and used it to remodel everything. There’s only the rockers on the porch that are original. They’re a nice reminder of him.”
“Wow. You’re so talented, Carson. And Earl couldn’t have asked for a better heir.”
There’s a huge open fireplace, built from large stone blocks and a carved mantel from what looks like heavy oak. The sectional sofa has a wood frame and hand stitched leather cushions. The coffee table is made from an upturned tree root, sealed and topped with a glass plate. There’s no TV, or microwave, or coffee machine. Just a solar-powered radio perched on the sill under the screened panels that he lifted up so we’re open to the elements and have an unhindered view of the lake.
“Is this place off-grid?” I spin back around to Carson, who is cooking the pancakes on a burner hooked up to a gas bottle.
“Yeah.” He nods, standing awkwardly at arm’s length from the burner. “Um. Could you?” He waves the spatula.
“Sure.” I take over while he puts some boxer shorts on.
“That’s a shame,” I say with a sly wink when he reappears.
“Well you started it.” He grabs me by the waist and lifts me to his side like I’m made of paper.
I gasp and he reaches to kiss me and takes the spatula as I’m distracted. “That’s not fair.”
He chuckles and I sit back and watch him at work, musing over how life not being fair seems to be a fallacy right now. Life seems mighty fair sat in this wonderful cabin with a man who actually cares for me, making me pancakes.
“Carson?”
“Yup.” He glances over his shoulder, a shit eating grin already on his face.
“Why the hell didn’t we do this before now?”
He turns back to the pancakes and shrugs. He’s obviously keeping his feelings close to his chest about that and maybe I shouldn’t push it. But… I know I will. It’s in my nature.
“You got any plans for today?”
“Nope.”
“D’ya wanna do something together?
”
“Sure. What you thinking?”
I wander over to the window. “I’m happy to hang out here.” I twist around to him. “If that’s okay with you?”
“Sure. I can show you around.”
“Yeah, I’d like that.” My voice trails as memories of our time spent here wash over me. The innocence of childhood. No cares or worries. Fooling around in this magical place that now is Carson’s home. “We can maybe fish. I’ve clean forgotten how to.”
“Sounds good.” He flips a pancake onto a plate and offers it across to me. “Syrup’s up there.” He nods his head toward the fridge.
“Wow.” I open it to find the most uniformly stocked refrigerator I’ve ever seen. “I think I’m gonna frustrate you, Carson Perrins.” I pick out the maple syrup, sat in line with the ketchup, hot sauce, and light mayo.
“How so?” He pours some more mixture into a ladle and then circles it precisely onto the skillet.
“Just how organized you are. And I’m… not.”
“I think I’ll make a concession. Considering.”
“Considering what?”
He tips some more of the mixture onto the skillet and sets the ladle onto a little hand-thrown clay dish next to the stove, obviously made for that purpose. “Considering.” He slides up to me. “You make up in every other way. And…” He takes a firm grip of my waist and peppers kisses along the side of my neck. “I’m not going to let anything ruin that. Especially not something as mundane as my organizational skills.”
For a moment his voice drifts away and I relax into the feeling, stirring from his sensuous touch until an acrid smell hits the back of my throat and I cough. “Pancakes, Carson.”
Without looking he reaches back to turn the gas off and continues to ignite my senses. His hands rub down to my hips and he lifts me onto the back of the wooden framed sofa. I shuffle my backside onto the soft cushion, and he pushes his briefs down his legs.
“Condom,” I pant.
“But…” he sighs in frustration. “Wait there.” He points a dominant finger at me as he scurries backward toward his bedroom.
I giggle and snag another mouthful of the delicious pancake while he jogs back to me, his thick cock leading the way.
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