by Unknown
“I think you’re a bit over dressed,” he said with a teasing grin. He stepped back and slowly began unbuttoning his monogrammed dress shirt from my body. “Yes,” he said emphatically, “definitely over dressed.”
His eyes returned to mine as he continued releasing the buttons, and the fierce look of desire that had taken over his dark eyes made me swoon. Did women still swoon? Women who know Carlton damn sure do! I felt like hopping right up on my Momma’s granite counters and spreading my thighs, begging him to have his way with me. This man was driving me absolutely redneck with lust. I’ve found myself eating, breathing, and dreaming of nothing but having him inside me. Somehow I need to learn to balance my Carlton addiction before my other responsibilities slide into the abyss.
Dark curls hung low across his forehead with no rhyme or reason to their direction. Fleece pajama bottoms drooped down his hips so that the dark line of his hairs hinted to bigger and hotter things below. I wanted him right then and there, and nothing would make this ‘the best part of waking up’ than for him to take me… by force. But Carlton seemed hell bent on toying with me. Turning me around, he pushed me against the counter with lust brimming in his eyes. I spread my arms out instinctively to brace myself against the cold counter top. It was no use; the chill of the granite shot ripples of goose bumps across my flesh as it penetrated the thin cotton shirt. “OOhhhh, that’s cold!” I muttered at the onslaught.
He glanced up from his infatuation with my breasts with eyebrows furrowed, “Is that right? It’s cold eh?”
With the speed of a gazelle he lifted me onto the counter, my naked behind slapped against the hard stone with a loud “smack.” It took all of two seconds for the chill to spread through me, “Ow! Carlton I think I’m a little sore this morning,” I complained at the sharpness of the pain.
“That’s exactly why you need to be on this cold counter,” he mumbled turning his lips back to my breasts which were now bright pink with the need of his warmth. I had to admit the pain was disintegrating pretty fast. Last night had been particularly active, and for a moment I thought I was going to have to beg him to stop. In this case, Carlton knew best! The cold counter tops were numbing me.
His thick fingers slid down my dangling legs and wrapped tightly around my ankles. He slid my legs up level with his shoulders as I gasped for air. I leaned backwards precariously with my elbows on the counter as he ran his tongue up and down my thighs. He seemed like a magician of sorts; it felt like he touched me all over my body all at once. Leaning low between my naked thighs he issued a light lick up my slit that caused my body to shiver with a rush of warmth. Already my insides were quivering to be filled.
Burying his nose into my shaved cleft he nuzzled and slithered his way to my opening. By the time his tongue pressed inside me I was already spread eagle on the counter pushing my hips upwards. The inner diva in my mind was screaming take me now, take me now! Rational Liz knew that at some point she was going to have to get some fucking control; no one can fuck all day every day. Shut up bitch! my inner diva commanded. With my ankles across his shoulders and his luscious mouth devouring me, this was one time I had to agree with my slutty whore of a diva self.
“You’re so wet this morning, Liz, and… chilled,” he mumbled through a mouthful of my juices.
I pushed my hips harder against his face, “Carlton, I want you now… please!”
He grinned up at me from between my thighs, “Why Liz, are you begging for my cock? I don’t know, that seems pretty unseemly for such a proper southern lady,” he taunted.
Balancing myself on one arm I used the other one to pop him on the top of the head, “Ow!’ he fussed, although I didn’t own enough strength to injure him.
“Carlton please?” Again I begged, my clit was convulsing with his every languid lick, it wouldn’t be long before I’d be forced to cry wolf.
“I don’t know,” he shook his face fervently against my aching clit as if to indicate he wasn’t sure if he was going to give it to me or not. The motion drove me to near orgasm, why couldn’t I control myself with him? I’m like one never ending orgasm…
“It sounds a lotttttttt like your giving meeeeeee orders here,” he purposely stuttered his words for effect. And they shot through me as his hot breath electrified my trembling clit. He was playing with me now, like a stray cat with a homeless mouse. While I’ve never been privy to what my lower lips look like when they are pulsing with need, I could only imagine they were desperately trying to grab a hold of any part of his tongue that went awry. I was borderline pissed.
“Please!” This time even I had to admit it came out as an order.
He stood up, kissing my lips authoritatively before lifting me straight from the counter into his broad hands. In a swift move he turned around and lay me face down on the granite kitchen island. The fresh coldness stunned the entire front of my body into fast submission. I squealed with the instant shock. The shirt I wore was uselessly open now, allowing for nothing between my torso and the blizzard like temperature of the granite; my body was one entire goose bump. I felt his hot form behind me, spreading my thighs for further exploration. Fingers prodded my cheeks open, the heat of his breath so close to my sensitive areas was sending me into sensory overload. “Fuck me!” I cried in desperation.
“Well now, that certainly was an order Elizabeth,” he said grumpily as his tongue swiped my ass.
All rational thoughts of why I was so desperately in need of him this morning were swept from my brain; my patience was as thin as velum. At any given second I was no longer going to be able to control my need. I started imagining ways to tackle him and force him to give me what I wanted. I didn’t really see that as a plausible plan as he was too big and much better shape than me. Use your feminine wilds, my inner diva sounded in my mind. YES! Of course she was right!
Grateful once again for my past cheerleading history, I pulled my knees up onto the edge of the counter, spreading myself fully to his view. My hands made contact with the counter and I pushed my chest up, throwing my head up towards the ceiling. No part of me touched the counter except my aching clit, and it sat perched just on the edge of the counter providing him full access to my bitching pussy. My tousled blond curls swung far down my back as I turned my face over my shoulder and saw him.
He’d backed away with my sudden movement, and was now standing behind me gawking unabashedly at my open pussy. “Holy bloody hell woman,” he moaned just before his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his pajama pants. They dropped to the floor silently.
He swiped my entire cunt with his damp hardness. Our juices mixed together as he ran his cock up and down between my ass and my chilled clit. I groaned loudly as he guided it inside. I’d provided him with an open playground and his mindless games with me ended. I could feel his fingers spreading my lips as he carefully slid inside. Fullness gripped me as my fingernails scraped fruitlessly against the granite. “I’m a fucking whore, Carlton! I need cock! Fuck me hard!” Good Lord where did that come from? Apparently I’d lost the battle of sanity to my inner diva.
His cock was rock hard now; he plunged inside me with a new passion. My wetness enveloped him as I struggled to spread my knees even flatter against the counter. With my clit throbbing against the freezing granite I ached for more pressure. “Put your hand on my back and press down!” I ordered. I give up… I’m a slut… might as well embrace it.
His hand instantly went to my back, forcing my clit against the cold counter. I groaned with ecstasy at the satisfaction. I could hear Carlton’s pants from behind me, “Pound that fucking cock into me, Carlton!” I screamed.
“Liz I don’t want to hurt you. Can’t you see I’m afraid of hurting you?” he moaned.
I turned my face again to peer over my shoulder at him, “FUCK ME!” I demanded with a growl that was an unmistakable order.
Without delay his hands went to my hips, his thrusts so hard that my arms were no longer able to balance me, I flopped flat on the counter. My breasts were the on
ly cushion I had as he mercilessly bashed into my pussy with a force that would’ve shattered a crash test dummy. I screamed, “Yes, yes Carlton, that’s it! Fuck that pussy!”
His thrusts were fast and brutal; my inner walls were contracting with each plunge of his rod. “Oh shit, Liz. Come with me!” he ordered as his hand left my hip and smashed my clit into the icy granite. The orgasm blasted through me with an intensity I’d never known. As his come filled in the miniscule empty spaces inside me with heat I was overcome by blinding light. My tongue reached from my mouth involuntarily and licked the cold counter, deriving pleasure from the contact. He was so deep inside me, still his cock convulsing with each spurt that my orgasm melded into two, then three. I screamed and writhed against the counter concerned with nothing but the throbs of his prick. Fucking orgasm of my life! My inner diva was applauding.
Finally he slowed and his cock softened within me. He didn’t move to slide out, he only stood there breathing heavily while staring down at me, “Damn, Liz… uh… wow. I’m speechless.”
I moved my knees gently; their position spread wide and flat on the counter had cramped my thighs excruciatingly. I gritted through the pain and lowered my legs straight towards the floor. His now soft cock was caught directly between my ass cheeks, so I squeezed tightly in an effort to hang on to him for one more minute. I never wanted to let him go.
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Carlton was sitting at my mother’s kitchen table intently studying his cup of coffee. He seemed a little off now; maybe I’d completely blown his mind? I know mine exploded during that orgasm. I actually felt a little dazed and out of sorts myself. I finished wiping down the slippery counters and plopped down in the chair next to him. He raised his eyes and gave me a look of wonder, “Is something going on I need to know about Liz? I mean sex with you is always mind blowing but… well damn!”
At that exact moment I felt the sharp yank of a twitching ovary. I stood up and walked back to the sink and opened the cabinet. Mom always kept a calendar there, in the glass cabinet, where everyone was sure to see what the month held. Sure enough, I counted the days. Two more and I’d be taking Midol. “Well that solves that mystery,” I grumbled and returned to my seat next to him.
“Mind filling me in?” Carlton lifted an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Pre-menstrual hormones,” I said flatly, not at all thrilled with the timing.
He laughed, “Remind me to buy a calendar of my own. I want to make damned sure I don’t miss taking advantage of them again!”
“Ugh,” I complained, “I’m gonna need to run to the store for a few things. “You want to come?”
Carlton gleamed, “Sweetheart I’d love to come with you, but I’m fairly sure I’m going to need to drink Gatorade and slather my thighs with ben-gay. I was going to take the dogs on a run this morning, but my work out appears to be done.”
“Nucy is starting to stare at the beach like a long lost lover. Maybe you could at least walk her? I’ll only be gone an hour or so.”
This sudden business trip to Charleston had been crucial to the Bell, Michaud and Sheffield Law Firm, but what had started as a stressful week battling with Webster Shipping had ended up as more of a vacation. Not that I needed one; Palmer and I had only just moved to New York. Needless to say, I’d scrubbed the refrigerator and freezer dry before we’d left. I’d emptied the cabinets for dread of attracting unwanted pests in the four years Palmer and I planned on living in New York and pretty much locked down my parent’s beach house. But now Carlton and I were here, in my home, on my island, with little actual work to do. Thanks to Aunt Kerry for accepting the proposal of the Executive Director of the Ports, our problems with Webster Shipping were down to a low roar. Regardless, we still had to eat while we’re here so I needed some basics. I drove across the Sullivan’s Island causeway with my mind full of random thoughts as the wind from the marsh cooled my skin with its salty brine.
I still wasn’t completely aware of all of the various Carlton’s. At work, or hell even sitting on my bed delving through law books in his boxers, he was ‘Killer Carlton.’ When it came to his career, his eyes overcast with steel like quality that was unbendable. I’ve heard of popular attorneys walking into the courtroom seeing Carlton as their opposition and turning around and walking out. But with me, he was as gentle as a lamb.
Gentleness, tenderness, love and romance weren’t things I’d experienced with Benton. He’d been rough shot and sexually demanding from day one. Over the years I suppose I’d learned to find my comfort in his dominance over me. I’m not a total idiot; I can see that Carlton offers me so much more. Things that are positive and normal for a couple to experience. But sometimes I feel like a wobbly toddler without strong physical guidance. I’m almost hungry for it. Oh there were moments that damn well stung like yellow jackets; Carlton could issue a prickling sting to my ass cheeks, but so far no sign of when he’d reveal the room inside his home gym to me. I wanted inside that room so bad the thought of it was starting to make me salivate. Just the images of all the wonderful gadgets he must have made me feel like a kid looking in the window of a candy store.
My one and only secret foray into the room had been short lived. At the time I was terrified that he’d find me in there, rummaging through his personal items. I’d hurried. Now the mystery of why they were there in the first place was beginning to multiply and consume my curiosity. Why did he need bull whips and handcuffs at all? Then again, if he owned those objects and so many, many more, who participated in his sensual play? Currently I still wasn’t brave enough to breach the subject of his guarded past. Men didn’t just go out and build and furnish entire rooms full of sex toys without a reason. At some point, in some other Carlton life, there was a woman who wanted to use those things.
My mind envisioned him with another woman and cringed. Jealousy had never been one of my strong suits; when I’d discovered Benton in bed with another woman I’d ended the relationship lock, stock and barrel. Now the thought of Carlton touching another made my blood hot. With his looks he could, and probably has, had every woman that caught his eye. And here I am, plain old Liz Martin from Sullivan’s Island, South Carolina. I have an unmistakable twang when I speak, my hair frizzes if the humidity level rises above ten percent, which it constantly does in the south, and I can’t run down the street even in a sports bra for fear of rendering myself unconscious with my own bouncing boobs. What the hell does he see in me anyway?
As I pulled into the Piggly Wiggly Shopping Center wallowing in my own self doubt I made pacts with my mind that my body had no intention of keeping. I headed first into CVS where I loaded an entire basket full of new make-up and the newest herbal diet pills.
I pushed the garage door opener and watched the door fold up, instantly noticing that our Dalmatians weren’t in their usual spot in the far corner of the garage beneath my house. Flood zoning laws forced all the homes on the island to be at least ten feet off the ground, and the dim coolness of the garage suited their fur covered bodies. Humm… I guess Carlton’s still out on the beach. That would be typical of his self confidence; he knew that Jargon couldn’t be on the beach without a license. That’s my Carlton, always taunting authority. I giggled at my own sarcasm as I climbed the stairs laden with groceries, make-up and Midol.
“Carlton?” I called out as I sat the bags down on the kitchen counter.
Jargon and Nucy bounded down the stairs in a huff, sliding and scraping against the hardwood floors as they made their decent. Something’s wrong! I thought quickly, releasing my hold on the grocery bags. “Carlton?” I yelled louder with sudden angst.
The dogs barked noisily as if my trip to the store had lasted six months. Why were they so suddenly glad to see me? They’d gotten to the point where human interaction wasn’t that entertaining to them anymore; they preferred the quiet solitude of just being together. Quickly they turned and raced up the stairs, I chased behind them. Had he fallen? Cut his throat shaving? Why did the English still use stra
ight razors anyway? Hadn’t they heard of evolution?
I called for him again and heard a sniffle from my bedroom, “I’m in hear Liz, sorry I didn’t hear you come in.” His voice was heavy and full of emotion as I followed the dogs onto the bed beside him. The sadness in his expression would rival the world’s greatest disasters.
“Carlton?” I asked more quietly now. He was sitting in the center of my bed; his head hung low, definitely not a position that appeared natural on him. “Carlton why didn’t you answer me when I called to you?” my voice contained a sudden tremble.
Dark eyes peered up at me; there was no doubt the pain they held. He sighed deeply as though a single word would shake him to tears, “I just got off the phone with Missy, my sister. Our Dad had a massive stroke during the night, and he’s gone.”
I tucked myself around him, providing him with his own Liz cocoon. It hadn’t been that long ago that I heard that fateful sentence too. One sentence is all it takes to completely devastate your life; mine had been a double whammy. “Carlton, I’m so sorry…” I whispered near his ear as I clung to him.
He shook his head as if to rid it of a deep morning fog, “I’ve got to get home, Liz. My sister is borderline hysterical and Dad’s… uh… wife is labeling all the antiques.”
I sat stock still for a moment. Should I offer to go with him? This was kind of early in our relationship to be showing up at family funerals together! I know next to nothing about his family and I doubt they know I exist, my going could cause calamity. I certainly wouldn’t want to upset them while they’re mourning. “Carlton, would you like me to go with you?” I’m not even sure why it burst from my lips. Sometimes fate has a way of speaking up for you.
His eyes peered through tousled dark hair and the hint of hope on his face spoke volumes, “I don’t want to be away from you for a single day Liz, but I’m afraid this trip could be rather nasty. I’d basically be bringing a date to the family fight of the century.”
