Mr. Write

by Monica James

  I thrust my body into hers, humming when a whoosh of air escapes her. I’m so fucking hard, and I have no doubt she can feel me pressed rock solid into her. Tiny, impatient mewls and her sweet taste just add to my heightened state, and suddenly, kissing is not enough.

  Her taste, smell, her entire being is my new addiction, and I need another fix. I lift her up and die a small death when she comes willingly, wrapping her legs around my waist. Our lips never miss a beat as I walk us inside and into the bedroom.

  With one final taste of her mouth, I sever our connection. Her eyes flutter open.

  The sated look in them, combined with her swollen, pink lips unleashes my inner caveman, and I toss her onto the bed. She yelps as her delicious arse bounces on the mattress, but that soon turns to a mewl when her eyes drop to my tenting hard-on.

  The tip of her tongue wets her bottom lip, stirring this out of control inferno from within. “I broke your no kissing rule,” she quips, rubbing her legs together.

  That naughty little minx.

  Placing a knee on the foot of the bed, I strip out of my coat and boots and commence to prowl toward her. She falls onto her back, her spectacular chest rising and falling rapidly. I grip her ankles when she attempts to scramble up the bed.

  Dragging her toward me, I lower my chest to hers until we’re face to face. “Actually, Mason was the first one to break my rule.” Her eyes widen. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Bending low, I bite behind her ear. She lets out a low moan.

  “Because like I said, I’m not here for romance. Especially romance that involves someone interested in the same man as I am.”

  My cock jerks. “You drive me crazy.”

  “Ditto,” she counters.

  Done with talking, I paint a trail of kisses down the length of her neck. Sadly, her sweater gets in the way, and I realize she’s wearing way too many clothes. Kneeling between her legs, I reach for her foot and unlace her sneaker. I do the same with the other shoe.

  My eyes zero in on the top button of her jeans. They then descend lower to the junction between her thighs. I thumb the corner of my mouth, unable to take my eyes off her. She is beautiful. And she is all mine.

  “Now is the time to tell me to stop,” I say, feeling certain that if she does, I just may cry. As I flick over the button on her jeans, I skim my finger along the sliver of flesh just below the hem of her short sweater and watch as tiny goose bumps prickle her milky flesh.

  When she remains quiet, watching me with those stormy eyes, I take that as my cue to continue.

  I flick open her button, never breaking eye contact with her as I unfasten her zipper. She lifts her hips in a silent invitation to continue. Dragging the jeans down her thighs, I almost come in my pants when I see the small triangle of white cotton covering her pussy.

  She doesn’t need to be cloaked in silk, lace, or leather. This is far more of a turn-on than her parading around in sexy lingerie because this is real. This is just a man and a woman, barriers stripped back, who are about to embark on a journey that is sure to change everything.

  Once I’ve stripped her of her jeans, I sit back on my heels and take a moment to appreciate her beauty. She shyly attempts to draw her legs together, but my hand snaps out as I grip her inner thigh.

  “Own it,” I hoarsely declare, running my thumb over the soft flesh on her leg. “Do you know how incredible you look right now?”

  She smiles timidly. “Thank you.” When her flesh turns the same sweet pink as her cheeks, I’m unable to control myself and walk my fingers to the outside of her underwear where her wetness has soaked through the cotton.

  With eyes locked, I circle two fingers over her entrance, groaning when she bucks into my touch, demanding more. My pace is slow, sluggish; I can do this all night, but Carrie grunts in the back of her throat, frustrated.

  “Please,” she begs on a whimper, opening her legs wider.

  She places her hand over mind, coaxing me to give her what she wants. But I intend to savor her and only surrender when she’s at the pinnacle of no return.

  “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I do you. I don’t know if I can be gentle,” I confess because just the feel of her through her underwear has me grinding my teeth.

  “I don’t want gentle,” she breathlessly replies. “I just want…you.” Those words are ones I’ve been waiting to hear since the moment we met, and now that she’s said them, there’s no taking them back.

  I cup her mound, then hook my fingers into her underwear. “I hope you’re not attached to these.” Before she can ask why, I rip them clean from her body. She yelps, and a hum leaves me when I see her bare center.

  I need a minute. Actually, make that two.

  Her womanly curves and supple, creamy flesh seem to highlight the softness of her ripened sex. “Holy fuck,” I gasp, eyes feasting on her bare core. “You are so beautiful.”

  She turns her cheek, embarrassed.

  Reaching for the hem of her sweater, I gently lift it from her body and strip her bare. Her breasts rise and fall as she inhales and exhales deeply, watching me watching her. The smooth flesh spills from the cups of her bra, and it takes all my willpower not to bury my head between those pillows of perfection.

  Cupping her throat, I gently arch her head backward, and her surrender is music to my soul. With splayed fingers, I glide my hand down her chest, skimming my fingertips against the curve of her breasts, and she whimpers. I almost keel over from the sensation of touching her so intimately.

  As I caress the tender flesh of her stomach, I take a detour and circle her belly button. She shivers.

  It’s sensory overload because I want nothing more than to sink into her heat and be lost for hours, but I honestly don’t know where to start. It’s a smorgasbord to my senses, and when she shifts, and her sweetened smell hits my nostrils, I know I need so much more.

  Never taking my eyes off her, I walk my fingers down the dip of her lower stomach before sliding my finger along her slick entrance. Her back bows from the mattress as she moans. I repeat the action, only faster this time, and increasing the pressure.

  Her arousal is the perfect lubrication, and before long, wet, delicious strokes fill the fervent air. The moment she arches her back, I sink a finger deep into her. She’s hot and wet and so fucking delicious, I’m unable to help myself as I begin to move faster and deeper.

  She sighs loudly, her body bucking into me as she desperately chases a release. Her breasts sway like a hypnotic pendulum, and I am utterly under her spell. I can’t get enough and neither can she when I insert another finger.

  She’s stretched full as she rides my hand, gasping for air. “Oh god.”

  The sight is beyond words and will forever be ingrained into my memory. Carrie is writhing, a flush overtaking her pale flesh, and I quickly merge the sight with her signature fragrance—strawberries and cream.

  The sight, no matter how visually satisfying, is suddenly not enough because I need everything—I want it all. With fingers buried deep inside her, I flick over her needy clit, and a quiver overtakes her. She rides my hand as I punish her with a reckless rhythm.

  A winded exhale leaves her, which is my cue to remove my fingers…only to replace them with my mouth.

  Carrie doesn’t have time to protest because I slither down her body and come to rest at her sex. Hooking my elbows behind her knees, I drag her legs over my shoulders and press my lips to her honeyed heat.

  She screams; the sound is a blissful melody to my ears.

  Her taste is unlike anything I’ve ever sampled—her sweetness burns my tongue. Her flesh is scorching, but I welcome the burn because I want more.

  I lap at her entrance, suckling the smoothness and relishing the way she tastes and feels. She tugs at my hair, her aggression an utter turn-on, and I finally give in to what she wants. I suckle over her clit, circling the engorged bud, before delving in deep.

  She bucks against my face, my hair still coiled tight in her fists as she moans ove
r and over again. I fuck her with my tongue and mouth, opening her up like a rosebud in bloom. I’m without mercy and will only be satisfied when she’s screaming out my name and coming wildly.

  Her body is wound tight. She’s close. I know what she wants. It’ll only take a small swipe of my tongue, and she’ll be done for. I bury myself deeper between her legs, her essence engulfing me as she rides me wildly, incoherent gibberish spilling from her lips.

  Her mewls reveal she can’t take it any longer, so I rear up and bite over her clit, before sucking it deeply. She screams, and her body grows lax. The sight is a glorious one. Carrie comes with a well-sated moan while my hard-on drives a hole straight through the mattress.

  Arching, I watch her come undone. Her stomach quivers. Her flesh is a blossoming rosy pink. She thrashes about, tiny mewls passing through her parted lips, and I feel like fucking Superman knowing I am the reason behind her gratification.

  It takes a few moments, but eventually, her breathlessness calms.

  I lay one final kiss over her sex before crawling up her body, unable to wipe the smirk from my cheeks. Her eyes are closed, but she wears a satisfied smile. “Wow,” she gasps as I kiss the corner of her lips before rolling onto my back.

  This position showcases my raging hard-on, but I honestly don’t care. Going down on Carrie and seeing her explode in that way was more than enough. Sadly, however, tell that to my impatient dick.

  Carrie shivers, and I automatically reach for the blanket to cover us. But her hand snaps out. “I want more,” she very boldly confesses, unhurriedly opening her eyes.

  Something different reflects in them, and it’s simply beautiful.

  “What more do you want?”

  She smirks, leaning up on one elbow. “I want it all.”

  This woman will surely be the death of me, but when she reaches behind her and unfastens her bra, I can’t help but think what a way to go.

  The material falls from her chest, revealing the most delectable pair of breasts I have ever seen. Dusty pink areolas and pearled nipples are inches from me, and I blink once to ensure I’m not dreaming. But with Carrie’s arousal still slathered on my lips, I know this is very real.

  Not masking my appreciation of her body, I watch as her skin breaks out into goose bumps. After what we just did, her bashfulness is too sweet for words.

  Her mussed hair falls around her shoulders, setting off the pinkness to her cheeks. She is truly a vision. Running my thumb over the apple of her cheek, I confess, “I knew you’d shake up my world. I just never anticipated how much so.”

  She leans into my touch, and just when I think she can’t take the wind from my sails, she goes and says something like, “Don’t break me. I’m not perfect. I’m just me.”

  At this moment, Carrie exposes her fears and vulnerability, but never has she been fiercer than she is right now.

  Cupping her cheek, I relish in our connection and smile. “I won’t.” And we seal our deal the only way we can—with a kiss.

  I can’t believe I went without for so long, but the key to this kiss is that it’s shared with Carrie. It starts out slow, both exploring once again, but when she presses her chest to mine, I’m done for.

  I roll on top of her, never breaking our union as we steal the air from each other’s lungs. Her fingernails scratch over my beard before she slides her hand down my neck and fists the neckline of my T-shirt. She wants it off. And I do too.

  Reaching behind me, I tug at the back of the collar and yank it off. We only separate long enough for me to toss it aside before we’re desperately reaching for the other. Carrie moans into my mouth as she skims her fingers down my chest and over my stomach. When she tugs at the hair painting down my navel, I hum low.

  With fumbling fingers, she unfastens the top button of my jeans. Her eagerness has my cock jerking against her hand. She gasps and suddenly breaks our kiss.

  “I want to see you,” she nervously confesses, licking her swollen lips. I’m unsure what she means, but I’ll give her anything she wants.

  She gently pushes my shoulder, hinting she wants me to roll onto my back. I comply.

  She sits up in all her naked glory, and it takes every ounce of strength not to rear up and suckle those incredible breasts. But this is her show. She glances down at me, inhaling when she examines my tattoo.

  Running her fingertip over the cursive font, she asks, “What does this mean?”

  “Where there is life, there is hope,” I reply, watching her closely. She nods in understanding and continues her exploration.

  Toying with the light dusting of hair between my pecs, she follows the trail down my chest and stops when she reaches the waistband of my boxers peeking out from my jeans. “I like this scruff.” She tugs at it while I bite down on my tongue to stop from raising my hips, demanding more.

  “Thank you,” I manage to choke out, barely holding it together.

  “Holy shit,” she gasps, brushing over the top of my V muscle.

  I don’t have time to gloat because she brushes her hair over one shoulder and lowers her lips to my abs. I barely breathe when the tip of her tongue traces over the outline of each one. Fisting the blanket beneath me, I steady my breathing and watch in awe as she slowly runs her fingers over my hard-on.

  We both hiss—me in relief, and I can only hope Carrie in happiness.

  I need these jeans off like now.

  Carrie continues her exploration, touching me over my jeans while I almost rip the linens to shreds. She rises, those inquisitive eyes watching me as I respond to her touch. I don’t care that I’ll come in my pants like a two-pump chump because nothing has ever felt this good.

  However, when she walks her fingers into my boxers, I stand corrected.

  She timidly grips my shaft, appearing to familiarize herself with my girth. I swallow, trying to hold it together. But when she works her small hand downward and runs her thumb over the end of my cock, I groan, almost losing it.

  “Wow,” she gushes, eyes alight. “That’s so fucking hot.”

  My reaction to her touch spurs her on, and she begins a slow and torturous voyage of exploring me. I raise my hips when my jeans get in the way. She almost rips them and my boxers clean off. My cock springs free, and she wets her bottom lip.

  I’m barely holding it together especially when I peer down and see her hand working my length. She fingers the curls at the base of my shaft, teasing me just how I teased her because I want more…so much more.

  I thrust into her grip, desperate for a release, but when that happens, I intend to be buried deep within that delicious sex of hers. Her breaths turn raspy as she gasps for air, and the way she watches what she’s doing to me hints she’ll stick by her affirmation that she wants it all.

  “Oh, fuck,” I growl, arching into her strokes. She continues her onslaught, and I love every minute.

  On the cusp of exploding, I almost cry out for her to stop, but when I hear fireworks, I almost think it’s too late. But when those fireworks grow louder, and Carrie’s movement slows pace, I know what we hear is us bringing in the new year in the best possible way.

  “Happy New Year,” Carrie says with a smile and her hand still wrapped around my cock.

  “And what a way to start it,” I reply, before gently prying myself from her grip and hunting the room for my wallet. She watches me closely as I retrieve a condom and boldly tear open the packet and roll it onto my shaft.

  I don’t waste a second and crawl onto the bed as she falls onto her back. She shuffles up the mattress, placing her head on the pillow. I want to savor this moment, but if I don’t sink into her right this second, I will lose my fucking mind.

  Smashing my lips to hers, I dip two fingers into her heat to ensure she’s ready. She is.

  We kiss like ravenous beasts all the while I shift my hips and line us up in the most intimate way possible. Unlike all the previous times I’ve done this, this feels different, and I realize it’s because it’s with someone who ha
s the power to change my world.

  Slowing the kiss, I pull away, wanting to look into Carrie’s eyes when I do…this.

  She gasps and arches her neck when I sink into her all the way to the hilt. I remain still, allowing her muscles to accommodate to my size. Only when I feel her relaxing do I move.

  I pace myself at first—slow and steady as I want to ensure she’s enjoying this as much as me. She feels fucking incredible, and the fireworks sounding around us pale in comparison to the explosion budding within.

  She raises her hips and wraps a hand around my nape, encouraging me to go faster. “Fuck,” I hum, sinking into her heat over and over again.

  Unable to help myself, I peer between us and am enthralled by our bodies becoming one. The sight kicks me in the balls, and the need to come overthrows me.

  My rhythm becomes faster, but as Carrie’s pearled nipples abrade my chest, I drive into her deeper and harder, showing no mercy. She surrenders, moaning hoarsely as her body grows lax. I smash my lips to hers, kissing the ever-living fuck out of her as I continue my reckless tempo.

  Gripping her leg, I wrap it around my waist and deepen the angle.

  Her eyes pop open. “Oh, god,” she whimpers, my vicious thrusts moving her up the bed. The more savage I am, the harder she cries, and before long, she is groaning and thrashing uncontrollably. Her sex grips me tight.

  Sweat coats our bodies, and the sound of the raw slapping of flesh has me reaching down and circling her ripened clit. She cries and appears to lose all control of her body. I wrap both hands around her waist and slam into her until she is coming with a glorious scream.

  “Jayden!” she yells over and over again. My name spilling from her lips is my undoing, and when the final tremor wracks her body, I let go and come so violently, I arch back and roar. My hips have a mind of their own as I continue sinking into her heat, desperate to milk every last drop.

  Once I’m spent, I fall on top of her with a well-sated grunt. She wraps her arms around me and cradles me to her heaving chest. We stay this way for several minutes.