by Natalie Dae
Carrie’s breaths grew labored, and she slowed, veering too close to orgasm. Taking her hand away, she brought both up to her breasts and fondled her nipples, pulling and pinching them so Rob could see what turned her on.
“Join me?” she asked, eyes half-lidded.
Rob let go of his cock. Carrie spread her legs a bit more, and he climbed in, kneeling between them. He leaned forward and stared into her eyes. She moved her hands so his took their place. He mirrored her earlier touches, his fingers much more pleasing than hers, and she ached with longing for him to fill it. Grasping his upper arms, she drew him down to cover her. His hands left her breasts to grip the bath edge above her head, and his cock butted against her cunt.
She clenched her inner walls, clit pulsating, heart beating double time. Breath held, she waited for him to push inside her, but he didn’t. Instead, he lifted a little and slid his cock up and down her slit. The water jostled, and she smoothed her hands down his sides. His muscles moving beneath her palms, she clutched his ass, gasping as his cock pressed harder. Pleasure mounted, and she looked up to find him still staring at her, his near-black eyes half closed, a sexy smile on his lips.
Carrie touched her hands to his chest and pushed him up. He reared to his knees, his cock sticking out of the water, and she itched to take the whole of it in her mouth and suck him dry. She sat up and gripped the bath edge with one hand, pushing down as she stood. Rob watched her as if she were an ethereal being, and his obvious adoration for her shone from his eyes. She sat on the wide, shelf-like ledge and leaned her shoulders against the wall, the white tile cold on her skin. Her nipples hardened further, and she spread her legs, inviting him to lick her.
Rob positioned himself between her legs. She widened them some more to give him better access. Head bent, Rob laved a path up and down her slit. The combination of his strokes and the air chilling her skin had her clit swelling even more. Carrie slid her fingers through his hair then massaged his back, desire snaking through her at the sight of his head bobbing.
She slowly scooted her ass closer to the edge, taking her hands from his back to grip the ledge. She tilted her head to watch him and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out.
Fuck. No more. I can’t come yet. Need to wait.
She lifted his head and held his face in her hands.
“My turn,” she whispered, rising to swap places with him.
He sat and she kneeled. She pried his legs apart and settled between them. He drew his legs closer to her, their wet warmth security about her waist. Carrie took his cock in her hand and lifted her face to his for a kiss. He nipped her bottom lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth. She worked his cock with slow, sensual movements, and he took in a quick, sharp breath through his nose.
After giving him small kisses to his chin, his jaw, his neck, she lowered her head to his erection. Her hand at the base, she held him upright then took the whole of his cock in her mouth. The feel of it on her tongue had butterflies flapping in her tummy and up her windpipe. Her cunt spasmed and her heart rate soared. Breaths quickening, she eased upward, gliding her lips over the head, scooping up the pre-cum appetizer. The taste of it spread on her tongue and prompted her to mouth-fuck his cock faster so she could taste the main course.
His hands found her hair and he gripped it, though he didn’t apply pressure to force her rhythm. She spread her fingers on his inner thighs and brushed her thumbs over his sac then down to the ridge between that and his ass. Rob’s pained groan nudged her butterflies faster, and she inserted one thumb between his ass cleft. He jerked and she swept her thumb away, unsure if he didn’t like it or whether what she’d done had heightened his desire. She blushed and fondled his sac then smoothed her hands higher, burying her fingers in his thick hairs.
Rob’s cock bumped the roof of her mouth, and his vein pulsated on her tongue. He tightened his grip on her hair then loosened it to massage her scalp. Moans left him, his cock grew wider, and the first shot of cum sped up. Faster now, she plunged down then eased up, her excitement frenetic with her knowing her mouth had inspired his orgasm. She closed off her throat in readiness, and semen spurted against it, pooling in her mouth. She held it there and waited for the next surge. It came hot and fast, too much for her to hold, so she swallowed to make room for the third delicious shot.
“Ah, fuck!” Rob breathed, hands roving her shoulders, her back. “Stop. Please, stop!”
Carrie pulled up and swallowed a little more cum. Raising her head, she kissed him, knowing she pushed the boundaries by silently asking Rob to taste himself. He took what she gave with a hesitant tongue, and she swallowed the remaining semen, kissing his lips with slow deliberation. Her hands in his, she gave a gentle tug and guided him down into the tub.
A small bottle of bath gel sat among shampoo and conditioner, and she pulled out the stopper and poured some into her palm. Carrie soaped his chest, the lather thick and rich, and spread it over his shoulders and along his arms. The sensual discovery of his planes and ridges, his dips and swells, had her wishing his cock was still hard beneath the water. The desire to straddle him immense, she fought it and reached for the gel again. He held up his hand and cupped it, and Carrie dribbled a pool of liquid inside the valley he’d created.
Both of them on their knees, they cleaned one another, such a gentle, sweet exploration. Rob’s hands on her body gave her wanton imaginings, and she stared into his eyes to gauge his emotions.
He loves me. Really loves me. God, his words in the emails were real.
It was amazing how fate had drawn them together, how he’d popped up on a private message in that chatroom, a simple “Boo!” shifting her world on its axis. His kind words of support during her stressful divorce had made her see that not all men were bad. And she’d worried right up until she’d seen him against that lamppost at the station that he’d been stringing her along all that time. Yet here they were, as if they’d always been together, everything familiar yet so foreign, everything so right.
Carrie let the tears of happiness fall, feeling so damn grateful she’d begun talking to him, for once trusting her instincts and ignoring friends who had warned her she was taking a risk allowing herself to fall for someone online.
“Fairy tales do exist, don’t they?” Rob said, his voice unsteady. He lifted one soapy hand to caress her face. “I’m so lucky.”
“Me too,” she said, her throat tight. “So very lucky.”
Chapter Three
The Bed
After the enlightening journey of drying one another, Rob took the towel from Carrie and hung it on the door hook. He clasped her hands and, staring into her eyes, brought them to his lips, kissing each knuckle. His action, again so gentlemanly, awed and humbled her.
“Beautiful, that’s what you are,” he said. “My beautiful princess.”
His tender touch as he traced the curve of her cheekbone down to her jaw made her giddy, and she sagged against his chest. Rob rested his chin on her head, and she stared into the mirror at their reflection. His eyes were closed, as though he wanted to imprint whatever he was feeling in his mind forever. She took in their bodies, fitted together so perfectly despite their hands between them, and her wide hips, wider ass and thick waist didn’t seem to matter.
I’m beautiful.
He opened his eyes and caught her watching. A rose blush tinged his cheeks and a shy smile followed. So many unspoken words hovered between them, over them, around them. Was he thinking the same things as she? Were they both worrying the other would give, give, give for this one night only then say goodbye? She didn’t know, only knew that she wanted time to slow, the minutes to become hours, the hours days. To never have to leave this place and face the real world outside—Rob going home to Scotland, Carrie returning to her house, lonely, a terrible, hollow void inside her.
To thwart the imminent tears, she broke their gaze and turned to look at him.
“Hungry?” he asked. “Should we order some food?”
At the foot of the bed, his arms encircling Carrie’s waist, he said, “No, I’m too full of you to need food.” He let out an endearingly bashful chuckle. “I just want to snuggle up with you.”
Carrie glanced at the bed then back to him. “Shall we?” Tilting her head, she pulled him around to the side then drew back the duvet. Once on the bed, she scooted over and sat, patting the mattress. “Come here.”
The mattress dipped with his weight, and she reclined with her arms out. Rob nestled by her side, his head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him, fluttering her fingertips over his back and his exposed arm. Carrie kissed his head, the hair soft against her lips, and cradled her precious man. Rob slung his arm over her stomach, bringing his hand up to toy with her breast.
“You’re my soul keeper, d’you know that?” he said. “My beautiful lady who has changed my life.”
She swallowed, unable to answer, tears once again hot in her eyes.
“And did you know,” he continued, “I read somewhere that when a woman holds her man like this and kisses his head, she adores him, wants to look after him?”
“She does?” Carrie managed, her voice a little too high, the lump in her throat a little too hard. “I can see the truth in that.”
Rob ran his hand down her side, his thumb roving her hipbone.
Carrie imagined him smiling. “This is so…surreal.”
Rob rose up and covered her body with his, touched his forehead to hers, hands clasping either side of her head. “We’ll be all right, won’t we? Promise me?”
She nodded and, overflowing with love, hugged him to her, one hand on his back, the other holding his head to her shoulder. “Oh, God, Rob. I love you so damn much!” Emotion overwhelmed her, and she lifted his head to seek out his lips and show him with her mouth and tongue how much he meant to her.
Their kiss deepened. She sensed him reaching out to her in the same way, his lips insistent and so erotically soft. Rolling off her and taking her with him so they rested side by side, hands frantically roaming, legs entwined, Rob pressed her to him.
He took his mouth from hers and kissed her ear, his breathing heavy. “I want to crawl inside you so we’re never apart. If I could carry you with me always… Christ, Carrie, it’s like we’re one person. Like I’ve found myself.”
His feelings mirrored hers so acutely she could only nod and hug him closer, experiencing the same urge to fuse their bodies together somehow. Fierce longing speared through her, and she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Ass settled on his upper thighs, she brought his cock to life with both hands. Her heart hammered and her chest grew tight as she struggled to breathe through her emotions. She hung her head back and closed her eyes, soaking up the feel of his hands as he glided them over her stomach. Warmth from the friction spread from her skin to her cunt, and she gyrated in slow circles, the need for him inside her an urgent must.
Carrie rose to her knees. Shifting forward, she opened her eyes, reached down and held his cock by its base then lowered herself. His cock nudging her entrance made her clit throb so hard she snatched in a breath. Going lower, she took her time letting him fill her, wanting to savor the sensation of her opening up to allow him in. Rob stared at her, hands stilled on her waist, breath held. She sunk fully and groaned, her asshole spasming, her clit engorged.
Lust overtook her, and she rode him sharp and quick. Leaning forward, she rested her hands beside his head on the pillow and chased the spreading burn of desire in her cunt, willing it to rise and reach its peak. She ground her clit over his pelvis, his hairs rasping it. He echoed her sharp cry and lifted his hips, giving her clit a firmer base to rub on. Braced on one hand, she used her other to guide his hands to her breasts.
“Touch me—hard.”
The instant his fingers and thumbs pinched her tight nipples, pleasure-pain ripped from there to her clit. His cock bumped the ridge hiding her G-spot, and she moved her hips in short, sharp jerks to prolong the sensation, to make it grow and swell to join that in her clit. Carrie growled, and a strangled shout clogged her throat. Harder, faster she rode him, striving for the ultimate orgasm.
“Slap me!” she whispered. “Oh, God, slap me!”
“Ah, fuck!” Rob breathed a second before his hand left one nipple and struck her ass.
His cock grew harder. Her ass stung, but she wanted more. She plunged down onto him, teeth clenched, whimpers spilling from her lips.
“Again! Slap me again!”
The second slap hit the site of the other one, exacerbating the heat already burgeoning on her skin. It burned—fuck, how it burned—and she gripped his chin and bent down to steal a hot kiss.
Mouth against his lips, she whispered, “More. Harder,” his cock so damn hard and right in her cunt.
Rob slapped her ass three times in quick succession, pulling her nipple and rolling it between finger and thumb. Such exquisite, sharp pain bloomed in her breast, her clit, her cunt, on her ass, and she screamed out, a fourth slap raising her vocals.
Her orgasm peaked, a great wave of sensation that boiled inside her and exploded throughout her body. Rob smacked again and grunted, lifting his hips higher as cum heated her. He tugged on her nipple again, another shot of cum coating her inside.
“Fuck, I love you. Love you!” she whispered, body sweat-soaked, skin tingling, the edges of her mind softening with the afterglow.
Rob clasped her arms and drew her down, his damp chest hot on her breasts. She butterfly kissed his lips, his cheeks, his eyelids, her cunt still contracting. He embraced her, held her tight, her cheek to his chest. His heartbeat throbbed when hers didn’t, and the constant, combined boom-boom-boom filled her ear, infusing her body with being as close to him as she could possibly get. Tucking her hands beneath him and sliding them up, she curled her fingers over his shoulders. They lay like that for some time, hearts and breaths slowing, equilibrium returning, as though they were reluctant to break the spell.
Carrie stared at the burgundy-and-cream flock wallpaper and thought of his last email, the one he’d sent just as he was due to leave his house to board the train. Was it really only hours since they’d met? It seemed a longer amount of time had passed, like they had met days ago and had spent them getting to know one another’s bodies, their minds already in tune from their written communication.
Hello, sweetheart,
I’m nervous. Nervous you’ll hate me when you see me. That I’m not at all as you’ve imagined. You will be there, won’t you? If you don’t want me to come, just say. I won’t be offended, honestly. How about you? How do you feel? Are you okay? Did you buy the red coat?
I’m imagining you in it now, and I wish the journey was over, that you’re standing in front of me wearing that coat and a big smile. You know, like the one in that picture you sent me where you’re actually showing your teeth.
I love you, you know that, don’t you? I hope you believe that. Over the past two years, I’ve learned a lot. To let down my guard and trust you so completely that I’d give my life if it meant saving yours. Isn’t it amazing how that’s happened? How just by typing words we’ve formed a bond like this?
Christ, love, I’m going to have to go. I’m scared, happy, excited…so many things I can’t even put into words. The train’s due in half an hour, and I’ve got to get a taxi to the station yet!
Oh, and I remembered. I haven’t packed any bags. We’ll go shopping tomorrow and play that game we mentioned. You pick me an outfit, I’ll pick yours.
I’m babbling. Really got to go. Can you feel my nerves?
The next time I see you will be for real. God, I can’t wait to meet you, my beautiful soul keeper.
Love you more than you know,
Rob
“Rob?”
“Hmmm?”
“Don’t leave me.” Carrie snuggled in the crook of his arm. “Not now we’ve…not now.”
He stroked her hair. Just that innocent touch stirred her desire again, and she wondered if she’d always feel like this or whether it was two years of longing inciting such wanton lust to keep soaring through her.
“I was just thinking the same thing. I told you a while back, you’re stuck with me for as long as you want me.”
She gazed up at him, at those near-black eyes that seemed to see right into her mind. “That’ll be forever then.”
“I love you more than I did a minute ago. It’s constantly growing.” He laughed and traced the outline of her ear, taking the lobe between his thumb and forefinger. “Bet you didn’t think you’d be stuck with such a soppy man.”
Carrie smiled and rubbed her finger over his lips. “Didn’t think they even existed.”
“Well, they do. And I’m yours.”
Comfortable silence engulfed them, and Carrie closed her eyes, playing with his chest hair. Sleep enticed her into its web only for her to jerk herself awake. Sleep, she didn’t need it—couldn’t waste their time together in dreamland. Rob’s breathing slowed, and she peeked up at him. He looked so at peace with his eyes closed. How could a man have such long lashes? Studying his face, she committed it to memory for the time they would be apart. His photo didn’t do him justice. It didn’t show how the tip of his nose swooped up slightly. Didn’t show the rigidity of his strong jaw, the solid line of it covered in dark stubble. Didn’t show him—his essence, his soul.
“I love you,” she whispered, wanting him to hear her voice in his dreams. “Want you in my life always.”
“Ditto, sweetheart.”
She jumped slightly, realizing that he was awake, smiled and breathed in the scents surrounding them—the bubble bath, the gel, sweat and sex. Hunger for him grew in her cunt, her sensitive clit swelling. Once again her tummy flipped over at the images flicking through her mind. Rob taking her from behind, his hands on her shoulders, ramming into her while she rubbed her clit. Rob holding her hips, guiding her cunt over his face and lifting his head to taste her.
