by Bonnie Dee
“Caray!” He stumbled and half-fell on the couch, catching himself before he squashed her. Ric noticed her smile and grinned. “Just a little over-excited here,” he admitted. “It’s been a while.”
“For me, too.” She held out her arms and slipped them around him as, once more, he lowered his body over hers.
His dark gaze was intense so close up. He didn’t even look away from her as he reached down and guided his cock to her waiting pussy.
Her hips arched to meet him and her inner muscles clenched around him, swallowing him inch by inch, as he slowly drove into her. The weight and girth of his penis stretched and filled her, and she exhaled in satisfaction.
His eyelids lowered partway. “Ah, querida.” It was closer to a sigh of relief than a word. “You’re so hot.”
His rough whisper enflamed her. She squeezed her inner muscles tight around him, holding him inside. Her hands slid down his broad back and over the swell of his ass. It was so fine and tight. She gripped handfuls and pulled him even deeper.
Ric groaned as he pulled out and thrust in again. He leaned to kiss her, gently at first, a mere brush of those pillow-soft lips, then plumbing her mouth with his tongue just as his cock invaded her body.
Carrie yielded to his aggressive kiss, accepting his probing tongue and winding hers around it. She felt faint from the onslaught of stimulation, or maybe because she’d forgotten to breathe.
Breaking the kiss, she drew in a shaky gasp of air.
Ric buried his face in the crook of her neck. Quiet grunts and ragged breaths sounded near her ear, as he pumped in and out of her. Beneath her hands, the muscles of his ass tensed hard with each stroke, and she arched to meet every one, her own tension rising. They were like a pair of guitar strings being tuned higher and higher. Which one would snap first?
As his pace increased and his grunts grew louder, Carrie thought he was getting close to the edge. When he started cursing again, she knew he was.
“Dios! Jesus Christ! Shit!” He froze, his buttocks hard as rock beneath her hands, then a shuddering wave swept through him. His cock pulsed in steady beats. She thrilled at the feeling, at the knowledge she’d brought him such pleasure and release.
Breathing heavily, he collapsed on top of her, and lay there for several, long moments before lifting his head. “You didn’t come.”
She smiled at his accusing tone and the concern in his eyes. “That’s all right.”
“No. I should’ve held off. Sorry. I was too…in too much of a hurry.”
“You already brought me off once. It’s really all right,” she assured him.
“Well, you’ll have to stick around for round two. I’ll do better, I promise. Besides, I want you in my bed where there’s room to maneuver.”
Carrie stretched luxuriantly beneath his heavy, sweaty body, and smiled again. Room to maneuver sounded really good to her.
Chapter Six
“Agh!” Ric rolled onto his back, groaning in pain, and flinging an arm over his eyes. “What the hell? What kind of childhood did you have? How could you have lived this long without ever seeing the Three Stooges?”
Carrie plumped her pillow up and tucked it back underneath her head. “I saw part of a Marx Brothers movie once. That’s kind of the same thing, right?”
“Oh my God! You’re killing me!”
“Come on. They’re both a comedy trio from a really long time ago who aren’t very funny.” She reached out and tweaked his nipple sharply. “So, what’s the difference really?”
“Shut up! Just stop it. You’re embarrassing yourself.” He uncovered his eyes to stare at her and they were twinkling—actually sparkling with little glints of light in their dark depths. The dimple flashed. “That’s it, girl. I’m having you over for a Stooges marathon. A whole day, every DVD we have. You’re going to watch and you’re going to laugh.”
“Does Nando really like that old stuff?” she teased. “Or have you just brainwashed the poor kid?”
“You’ll see. You’ll fall in love with the Stooges. You won’t be able to get enough of ’em.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and reached out to grab her and haul her on top of him. “You’ll be hot for Moe by the time I’m finished with you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he purred, slipping a hand around the back of her neck and pulling her down for a kiss. “Moe’s the smart one. He’s got all the moves.”
“And a really sexy haircut. He is the one with the bowl-cut, right?” She caught Ric’s lower lip between her teeth, pulled it out, and then let it go. “I think you should get a ’do like that. It’d look good on you.”
He laughed. “I’ve considered it. Start a retro trend. I think I could pull it off.”
Oh yes, you certainly could. You could make any style look sexy. She ran her tongue lightly over his lips, feeling their soft fullness. His upper lip was as plump as the lower one and the contrast with his hard-boned, masculine face was luscious. Carrie wanted to bite his lips, just maul the hell out of them, but she contented herself with another gentle nip and pull.
His erection was growing between them once more, rigid as a pole, pressing into her groin and stomach. A couple of glasses of wine into the evening, she was more than ready for another go. She wanted to feel that big, thick muscle filling her once more. As a matter of fact, she wanted to explore it further with her hands and mouth.
Surrendering his lips, she started kissing the long trail down to his nether region. She kissed his strong jaw and soft neck.
Ric lifted his chin so she could better reach his throat. He put his arms behind his head and watched her through half-closed eyes as she moved across the smooth, hard plane of his chest, kissing and licking her way to his left nipple. When she sucked it into her mouth, he drew a sharp breath and lifted his chest.
Carrie licked over the flat, brown disc of his areola then nipped the pointed nub between her front teeth.
Ric hissed. “Ah, mami, that feels good. I forgive you for not knowing the Stooges.”
She chuckled and kissed her way across to his other tit, tasting salt and smelling the spicy musk of his cologne emanating warm and subtle from his skin. He smelled edible and once more she was overcome with the urge to just devour him.
After treating his other nipple to the same nipping and gentle lapping, she moved down his torso. His cut abs leaped at the passing of her mouth, and he squirmed when she swirled her tongue in and around his belly button.
His cock was long and erect, rising almost to his navel. It bobbed slightly as though eager to be touched, but although she longed to do just that, Carrie skirted his penis. She kissed a path over his sharp hipbone and down the bulging muscle of his thigh, spent some time licking and stroking his inner thighs, then cupped his balls in her hand.
Fondling the soft sac and the egg-shapes inside, she examined his dark, thick cock, the pulsing veins, the ridge and smooth head, mottled reddish-purple. His hips lifted, thrusting at the air.
She took pity and grasped his straining cock, wrapping her fist around it and stroking from tip to base. Glancing up, she made eye contact with Ric as she bent and slowly sucked the head into her mouth. It tasted a little salty and musky from the pre-come already weeping from the slit.
Carrie hadn’t spent a lot of time on blow jobs before. Oral sex seemed such an intimate act—even more so than penetration in some ways. She hadn’t been in many relationships long enough to reach the point of going down on a guy. Truth was, she’d never really cared to. But tonight, she wanted to know Ric’s taste and texture. She wanted to explore him in every way possible.
She tickled the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock, then swallowed more of him in, sucking hard. Below her mouth, her hand moved up and down, massaging his length. Her saliva coated his shaft, lubricating it and making the stroking easier.
Ric groaned and thrust, hitting deep in her throat and almost making her choke.
She pulled back, releasing his cock, and took a
moment to study it as she blew lightly across the wet, glistening surface. Thick and heavy, it filled her hand. She could only swallow about half, it was so long. Scratching her fingernails lightly up and down the length, she was rewarded with another groan and a shiver from Ric. He murmured something unintelligible.
She loved the needy sounds he made. They raised an answering desperation in her. She’d never imagined sucking a guy could be so arousing for her as well. Her pussy ached and pulsed rhythmically. She squeezed her thighs together to give it some relief then turned her attention back to her work.
Carrie lapped a broad stroke with the flat of her tongue all the way up his shaft, and then drew the head into the heat of her mouth once more. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. She enclosed him in the circle of her hand and pumped up and down.
After a moment, Ric reached down and positioned her hand a little lower, his big fist clasped around hers, then he let go, allowing her to resume control.
She was entranced by the grimace of near pain on his face, the dark, furrowed brows and squeezed-shut eyes. His beautiful lips were parted and a steady stream of soft groans issued from between them. He rested his hand on the side of her head, cupping his fingers around her skull and guiding her pace as he thrust into her mouth.
Suddenly he stopped, and the hand holding her head urged her away. “Come on, baby, up here now before I come.”
Once more she released his cock from her mouth. It flopped down on his stomach, solid and heavy as a club. Carrie pushed herself up, kneeling between his legs. Ric reached a long arm across to the nightstand where he’d placed a pile of condoms for ready access, and grabbed one. He put it on quickly, and she moved into place, straddling his hips, her pussy poised over his erection.
She guided the soft, latex-coated length to her sex, enveloping it slowly inside her. The glide was easy, she was so wet, but she still had to take it slow, he was so big. Her lips stretched to accommodate his girth, and the fit was hand to glove, tight and perfect. She didn’t stop until she’d seated him deep inside her and could go no further without causing herself pain.
Carrie closed her eyes and relished the satisfyingly full feeling.
His hands cupped her ass then slid up her back, pulling her down toward him. Head lifting off the pillow, his mouth sought her tit and sucked it into heat and wetness. His teeth bit down gently, sending pain-pleasure arcing through her.
She gasped and jerked, but arched her chest toward his mouth wanting more. Lifting her body, she unsheathed his cock, and then sank back down on it again. Up…and down, she moved slowly. She tried some variation, swaying from side to side, and then tilting her hips forward so her clit brushed him with every stroke, sending a tingle through her body.
Ric gave a muffled “Mmph” against her tit. He released it and sought her other breast, latching on again like a greedy infant. Carrie rose and fell in steady rhythm, giving herself over to the feel of his mouth tugging at her breast, his cock filling her deeply.
Breaking contact with his sucking mouth, she sat up straight. It felt powerful and good sitting astride him. Her hands braced against his chest and her hips worked hard as she lifted her body then drove it down on him over and over. She was flushed and hot, and as moist as if she’d stepped from a sauna.
Her breasts jiggled up and down with the force of her thrusts, the sensation adding yet another element of eroticism. Ric’s eyes were nearly closed, but she could see just a glimmer and knew he was watching her ride him, seeing her bobbing tits and her sweat-sheened skin. Carrie moaned and tossed her head back, putting on a bit of a show for him, letting him see how aroused and wild she felt.
She concentrated on the growing urgency inside her, allowing it to unfurl like a new leaf in spring and stretch until it filled her. His cock hit a spot deep within her, as though it was lancing her very core, and she cried out.
With harsh grunts, Ric thrust up into her several more times, hitting that sweet spot again and driving her over the edge. Abruptly the delicate, unfurling spring leaf became an entire maple tree exploding to full growth inside her, branches shooting out in all directions, filling every part of her body.
“Oh God!” she cried. Her inner muscles spasmed, clenching and releasing wildly in a gush of fluid.
“Dios,” Ric repeated her invocation, driving into her one last time then freezing. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in, and deep inside his cock pulsed, releasing his essence.
She opened her eyes to see his expression of rapture. He was transported into another realm, pure joy radiating from his face. Carrie reveled in the sight for a moment then flopped, exhausted on top of his heaving, sweaty chest.
His arms went around her, holding her close. Listening to his rapid heartbeat, she breathed in and out, slowly bringing her own thundering heart back under control.
After a while, their ragged breathing calmed and they inhaled and exhaled in sync, slow and steady. Carrie finally broke from her boneless stupor, and rolled off him to lie flat on her back at his side, gazing up at the ceiling.
A few quiet moments passed, then Ric rolled to his side, propping his head on his hand, and looked at her.
“Wow, querida, that was amazing. Thank you.” He lifted her hand and pressed it to his mouth.
She smiled at the casual endearment, and clasped her hand around his. “Yes, it was. Thank you.”
“Can I get you something to drink? Water or more wine? How about some tea?”
“Tea sounds good. I’ll help you make it.” She glanced down at her naked body. “Uh, do you have something I could put on?”
He reached out to stroke her tits. “I think you look fine just like this.” But he went to his closet, pulled out a long-sleeved blue shirt and gave it to her. He stood with his arms folded, watching her button it and roll up the sleeves. The shirt was huge and slipped down one shoulder as she climbed from the bed.
“Hot! I like you in my shirt.” Ric caressed her naked shoulder before pulling the shirt up to cover it. His limp cock twitched and stiffened slightly.
Turning to his dresser, he got out a pair of black boxer briefs and put them on. He looked like an underwear model fresh from a photo shoot. His tan skin was still flushed from exertion and shiny, as though it had been oiled. The chiseled pecs and cut abs were outrageously sexy, and his beautiful face was like an angel’s.
Carrie could barely wrap her mind around the fact she’d just had sex with him. What could such a stunning man possibly find special about Ms. Average? Had to be convenience and the Valentine effect.
Chapter Seven
His kitchen was tiny, with vintage ’70s counters and pressed-wood cupboards. The linoleum on the floor was old-fashioned, worn but clean, and the appliances newer. Nando’s school papers were posted on the refrigerator—artwork, A-plus assignments, and a report card, as well as a Little League team picture from last summer.
Ric filled the teakettle at the sink and set it over the gas burner. He glanced around the kitchen and back at Carrie.
“Never really got around to remodeling. I thought we’d move into a bigger place and didn’t want to put too much money or effort into renovations here. Then…” He shrugged and turned to get a couple of mugs from the cupboard.
“It’s fine. Perfect for the two of you.” Carrie leaned against the counter and watched him rummage in another cupboard for tea bags.
“So, Nando’s really doing all right at school? I mean, other than his mood. When I got your call the other day about wanting to meet me, I was worried. I know I came in there all hard-ass, telling you I’d take care of it if he was acting up, but the truth is I suck at discipline.”
“He really is a great kid,” she reassured him. “Bright and curious, a bit of a chatterbox, except for recently, and full of questions. You have nothing to worry about. You’re doing a great job.”
He plunked the bags in the empty mugs and leaned against the other counter, arms folded. “You mean my mom is. She’s the one who
deals with him after school, makes sure his homework gets done before I even pick him up. All I do is hang out with him a little in the evening, play some Xbox or watch a show on TV.” He shook his head. “I feel like I’m more a playmate than a parent. I buy him too much stuff and cave in to whatever he wants. Angelina never would’ve put up with the mouth on that kid.”
“He was six when she died,” Carrie pointed out. “Six-year-olds aren’t that mouthy. It’s perfectly normal for an eight-year-old to start challenging the adults in his life. Just wait until he’s in middle school.”
“I don’t even want to think about it.”
A low whistle came from the kettle. Ric lifted it from the stove and poured steaming water into the mugs.
“Sometimes I don’t know if I can do this,” he confided. “Working to take care of a family, that’s one thing. A little baseball coaching or teaching him how to rebuild a carburetor, I’m covered. But it’s the hands-on part of parenting I can’t handle. My wife was the disciplinarian. Not me. When she put her foot down, she meant it. I’m a pushover.”
She could have said something about overcompensation, that it sounded like he was trying to make up for the loss of Nando’s mom by giving him material things and bending over backward to make him happy. But it wasn’t her place to offer her two-bit psychoanalysis.
“Sounds like she was a strong woman and an amazing person. How have you been since she died?” She took the mug he offered and began dunking the tea bag.
“A wreck. Maybe a little better lately.” He smiled at her, the smile bright, but his eyes dark.
“I was angry for a long time. We were supposed to have a life together, years ahead of us, and I felt…robbed. There’s so many people, old people who are sick of living and want to die, criminals and evil people who ought to die but have perfect health. I still can’t understand why God would take a young woman with every reason to be here, with a kid who needs her. You know?”
