If he did notice, he didn’t act like he did.
“That’s great, its right here in the drawer,” he says pointing to a small dresser on the side of the bed.
“Oh ok,” I reply then reach down opening the drawer, and see it siting in the bottom.
Oh boy, I can’t believe that I’m doing this, I think to myself, as I glance down at the bikini.
“If you don’t need any help I will be out on the deck out there; here is one of my shirts to put over top of your swimsuit if you are still feeling uncomfortable when you put it on,” he says gesturing to the white button up shirt that was draped over the bottom of the bed. Then he kisses me on the forehead and strolls out of the room, like he didn’t have a care in the world.
I first throw the covers back and sit over the side and peer down at the swimsuit.
“How am I going to do this without being like mush,” I say out loud.
I don’t know but I have to get going before he comes back in while I am halfway dressed. I amp myself up, then slowly stand up leaning on the bed for support as I lean down and quickly grab the bikini from the drawer. When I stand back up I realize that I still have just a towel on from last night.
Wow, this man really has my mind off kilter right now. I don’t mind it though. I feel amazing right now. I feel like I’m falling in love. Wait, oh no, there is no way possible I could be falling in love with a man I only met a couple days ago. It’s crazy right? I mean maybe its my hormones that are raging that has me thinking that I’m falling for him.
A banging noise brought me back to reality and as quickly as I could I tied the top of my bikini on. I put the bottoms on and tied them in place when the shirt Carrick left me came into view. I smiled as I slipped my arms into the long sleeves, and rolled them up a bit.
“Ok Marissa you can do this,” I try and convince myself as I wouldn’t freak out from wearing this in front of him.
“Good God,” I hear Carrick gasp as I walk through the bedroom door.
I immediately start blushing and pull the shirt closed. Why did he say that? Do I look bad? In my insecurity, I button up the shirt and reluctantly glance up at him. He is breathing fast and his hands are in fists at his sides. There is a look on that I can’t quite place. He is disgusted with how I look. I can tell by the look of his face. I knew I shouldn’t have worn this bikini.
“Rissa Honey, what’s wrong? You look scared right now,” Carrick says as he stands right next to me. I can feel the heat radiating off of his body.
“I just , it just seems like you don’t like what I have on,” I say.
I can’t believe that I just told him that. He is really going to think that I am a tool.
He lets out a sigh and says, “Don’t think that; you look great.”
Then he puts his arm through mine and helps me walk to the beach.
When I see what he has set up, my breath is taken away. There was a plush red blanket laid out on the beach. Off to the left of the blanket there was a fire crackling. The flames could hypnotize anyone. On the blanket it looked like there was a meal set up. I can’t tell what it was from here, but I know I’ll love it.
I look up at him, squeeze his hand, and look into his soft eyes. Oh how I want him to kiss me.
“What’s all this,” I ask?
“I thought you deserved a nice evening out on the beach,” he said with a thick voice.
His look sends chills down my spine. If I wasn’t so flustered I’d think that he wanted me, by his heated stare.
“Thank you,” I whisper as he led me to the blanket. I look down and see not only the food, but there was this beautiful flower laying right in the middle of the blanket. It wasn’t something I’d ever seen before. It was the most amazing color, a vibrant yellow. I carefully bend over to pick it up, and Carrick says, “Damn.”
I stiffen and ease my way back up, flower in hand. I am so embarrassed. I go and mess things up again. Now he really isn’t going to want to deal with me.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to smell this beautiful flower,” I say putting it up to my nose, and inhale its scent. Marvelous.
He steps closer to me and says, “Do you want to go for a swim?”
Not even acknowledging what previously occurred. I wonder why?
“Don’t you want to sit and eat first?”
“No,” he answered quickly.
“Ok, if you don’t mind can you help me because I’m still a little shaky,” I ask?
“Of course I’ll help you,” he says grinning.
I nod and start shuffling toward the shore. Carrick always right beside me, incase I need his help. The ocean waves crashed onto the shore and rippled over my feet causing me to jump back; I bump into what feels like a brick wall.
I turn around with my hands out and am touching Carrick’s bare chest. Wow, I keep myself from shouting out. His chest is so hard and smooth. I allow myself to caress all over his hard chest and stomach like I owned him. I only stopped when he moaned.
I drop my hands to my sides, flushing, I say, “I’m sorry, the water caught me off guard.”
“Is that what it was,” he says heavily.
I nod, unable to say anything else and turn back around facing the ocean. He moved closer to me. His warm body was flat against my body. I could feel all of him, and it feels amazing to have him so close to me like this. As we stood there and watched the waves, I felt the erg to get in the water, so I unbutton and shake his shirt off my shoulder, letting it fall to the ground. When I began to step away from him and go to the water, he stopped me by putting his hand on my shoulder and turns me a round. The look on his face had me on my heels. He looked hungry; his eyes were dark. It gave me chills.
Kiss me, I scream in my head.
He slides his hand in my hair, brings me forward into his body; and leans down, brushing his lips across mine. I gasp as heat radiates throughout my body. The feeling is new, but its kinda nice and warm. My nipples perk up, and are so tender; poking through my bikini top. My legs feel like jello, my stomach is in knots. Please kiss me again, I wanted to say.
“Um we should probably take a dip in the water before it gets to late,” he says.
Aww, I wanted more of him.
“Ok,” I say and slowly walk into the water, going only knee deep.
The water was nice and warm. There were shells all over the bottom of the ocean floor. I feel a few under my feet. I bend down to retrieve one of them. When I go to stand back up my knee buckles and I fall in the water. Carrick is right there to help me back up.
“I’m sorry I should have been right there,” Carrick says easily lifting me up into his arms and carrying me over to the blanket and gently laying me down.
“Its not your fault, I was trying to get this shell,” I say lifting up the shell I had in my hand, so he could see it.
He glances down at it and grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth, then he kisses my hand.
“Beautiful,” he says.
I blush, and put my head down.
“Why do you always put your head down,” Carrick says to me, causing me to bring my head back up and look at him. He has so much desire in his eyes.
I shrug and say, “I don’t know.” I do but I don’t want to say that its hard for me to control myself around him. That even though I’ve never been with a man, all I want is for him to devour my body with his mouth.
I think all of this while looking at his soft, wet lips. He notices me looking at them and he smiles, licking his lips.
“Do you want me to kiss you,” he asks?
That causes me to again put my head down, and blush. Without waiting for my answer, he moves my hair from my neck and began kissing down my neck. Sucking the flesh on my neck between his lips.
“Oh boy, that feels so, so good,” I manage to say.
“Does this feel good,” he asks as he kisses along my jawline to my lips, then nibbling on my bottom lip.
“Yes,” I moan.
Soon as I ope
ned my mouth to answer, he sticks his tongue in my mouth; massaging my tongue with his. I moan some more and we both get more into the kiss. Sucking, licking, and kissing each other. It was extremely hot. The hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I want more.
He breaks away from our kiss, startling me. “Did I do something wrong,” I ask?
“No Honey, I just wanted to see your face.”
“Really.”
“Yes,” he says moving back into me, kissing down my neck on down the front of my chest; stopping when his lips touched the top of my breast. Knowing what he wanted I reached back and untied the top of my bikini, covering my breast as it fell down in the front. My breathing sped up and my hands started trembling. What if he doesn’t think they are nice? Maybe I shouldn’t have done this.
Then he begins kissing my hands so softly, letting his tongue lick in between each finger; brushing over my skin gently. I almost let go to grab ahold of him, but I didn’t. He somehow found my nipple with his mouth and caressed what was exposed with his tongue. This time I dropped both of my hands and braced myself by placing my hands flat on the blanket. He took my moment of desire and sucked my whole left nipple into his mouth.
“More,” I say.
He positions himself between my legs and lowers me down onto the blanket, never letting my nipple slip from his mouth. Always suckling, kissing, and tugging on it with his tongue and teeth. Going back and forth between each breast, kissing, massaging every inch of them.
“Yes,” I moan writhing underneath him, anxious for what comes next.
His hands begin exploring my body. Rubbing down my stomach, massaging my hips; his fingers play with the ties of my bikini, and my heart beats faster, my mouth starts watering, and I moan and arch my back; hoping he unties them. I just want his hands on me.
He unties the right side and stops, glancing at me. I could barely see him because my eyes were heavy and my head was back; I was relishing the pleasure I was feeling just from his hands on me. He continued on and untied one side of my bikini, then the other side. Letting his mouth release my nipple, he began kissing down the middle of my chest until he got to the apex of my womanhood; and he tenderly nibbled on the inside of my thigh, causing me to moan and grab a handful of his hair.
“Oh Carey, that feels amazing.”
I feel him smile against my thigh and kiss his way down closer to my wetness. I couldn’t help but cry out. I’ve never had a man touch me in this way, and it feels wondrous. I never knew his mouth could feel like this. Then he does something else with it that leaves me even more wet. His tongue darts out and over my throbbing bud, causing my knees to shake. Then he starts to use his tongue and mouth on me in ways that I won’t dare speak on in public. His mouth envelopes my folds and he expertly licked me. I mean he tongued all of my wetness; his tongue delving deep inside of me. As he held my bottom and buried his face into wet throbbing womanhood.
“I need... I need,” I breath out as he continues to lap up my juices.
“Tell me what you need, Darling,” he says kissing my thigh, when flicking his tongue over my tender bud.
“Oh,” I moan.
He takes the tip of two of his fingers and massages my clit slowly at first; coaxing out many mewling noises from me. As well as stirring up a feeling in me that I’m beginning to think that only he can make me feel. My body started to tingle and he slid those two fingers inside me while his thumb continued to massage my bud.
“Carrick, please don’t stop.”
When I said that he slowed down and kissed his way up my body and stops on my lips; kissing them softly. I can taste myself on his lips, and it makes me arch into him; grinding my hips into his. I can feel his increasing bulge through his shorts on my thigh. He was thick and long. I don’t know if I can take all of him. What if I can’t? What if he isn’t satisfied with me? How can I compare to any of the other woman that he has been with?
Carrick notices the change in me and lays down beside me and asks, “What’s wrong Honey,” while caressing my cheek.
I can’t tell him. He’s going to think that I’m such a baby.
“I don’t know, it’s just that, I don’t know,” I say quietly and lay my head back onto the blanket and close my eyes; slightly embarrassed at how inexperienced I am.
I wasn’t going to say anything else, but he didn’t say anything and that caused me to open my eyes and look over at him. He was still laying there looking right at me with a smile on his face.
“Are you going to tell me now what wrong. You can tell me anything, you know,” he says.
I look into his eyes and know that he is being honest with me. So I decide to just tell him how I feel and let things go how they are going to go.
“Ok, you see I’m a little scared about being with you after feeling how big you are,” I say, and he of course grins. Then he grabs my hands and places it in his lap.
“Your scared of this,” he says as he hardness thumps underneath my hand.
I just nod my head yes, but don’t let go of him. I couldn’t help but wrap my hand around him and move my hand up and down the length of him, through his shorts. He moans at my touch, and I let go; bringing my hand to my side.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter.
“Don’t be, that felt amazing,” he replies in a thick breathy tone.
I glance at him and say, “Really.”
“Why wouldn’t it?”
“Well I know that you have been with more experienced women, and I won’t measure up. What if you don’t like being with me,” I say shyly.
“Oh Honey, is that why you acted funny earlier.”
I nod yes.
“You couldn’t be more wrong. Just the sight of you makes my insides melt. Not only are you an amazingly caring woman, you are the most breathtakingly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your body is a masterpiece. It’s so soft and warm. It has been hard to keep my hands to myself. But I’ve wanted to be respectful of you and your wishes. Your innocence is a turn on. I love that no one else has had the pleasure of feeling how warm you are,” he says and slides his hand back between my thighs, and rubs his thumb on my bud; while he fingers tease my warm folds.
“Uh uh, Carey please, I just want I just want,” I eek out before I feel that amazing feeling start to build, and I want to scream. I want to tell him how damn good he’s making me feel.
“What do you want?”
“The bed,” I say through the kisses, hoping he gets what I mean. He looks at me with a questioning look on his face.
“What I mean is I want you to take me to the bed and show me how much I make you melt,” I say.
He lets out a groan through his clinched teeth, and carefully picks me and the blanket up and walks me back to the cabin. He was either kissing me or was gently rubbing his face on my cheek. I was nuzzling into him the whole time, taking in his sexy scent of cool cologne, the sea, and heat from his body. As I let myself snuggle up to him and drink him in, we got closer to the cabin. But the closer we got to the cabin the more nervous I became with actually going through with being with him. I just can’t get out of my mind that he might not like being with me.
“Honey, what’s wrong. You got stiff all of the sudden,” Carrick asks looking down at me, as he walks into the bedroom. He was about to place me down on the bed but stopped and waited for me to answer.
I didn’t want to really tell him exactly what I was thinking, because he might think I’m acting immature.
“I’m still a little nervous,” I say shyly.
“You know I would never hurt you right,” he says brushing his hand down my cheek, and gazing at me with his deep blue eyes. I liked to have died right there in his arms.
I nod yes, and kiss him softly on his lips. He then lays me down onto the bed and stands back up and just looks at me. His eyes roaming my eager body. I cover myself with the blanket, cause I get a bit self-conscience at his hungry stare. He catches my hands and brings them and the blanket back down away from my b
ody.
“Don’t cover up, I want to look at you.”
“Why,” I ask, trying not to hide myself.
“Because you are beautiful, and I feel so lucky that you are giving yourself to me; that I’m the only man to have seen and touched this sweet body of yours like I have,” he says leaning down and capturing my mouth with his, not giving me a chance to respond.
Well I did respond by moaning into his kisses. He kissed me like I never dreamed. They were soft and deep. He started off kissing me slow, but the intensity of them increased as his hands made their way around my sensitive body; massaging, caressing every inch. He was nibbling on my neck when his hands made there way in between my thighs and cupped my wetness, causing me to arch into him and moan.
“Oooh,” I breath.
His hands feel like magic, as he gently played with the opening of my desire. Tenderly moving his hands into and out of me. As the hunger built up and I ached for it to bust out, the walls of my wetness trembled around his fingers; and I felt a release that was life changing.
“Carrick, Carrick please don’t stop,” I scream as he continued to coax all of the juices and electricity out of me. My body spasmed around his hand as he slowly rocked my into complete pleasure. My thigh trapped his hand there as I came down from the high he was giving me.
“Wow, is it always like that,” I ask?
“It can be,” he grinned.
“Really,” I say.
He grins and nods.
“I know something else that can feel great too,” he says.
“I can’t imagine anything feeling that wonderful.”
He grins again, standing up and slipping his shorts down to the floor. My eyes were on his face, but when I realized that he was undressing I couldn’t keep my eyes from greedily roving down his muscular body. His chest was perfect. His stomach looked like it was drawn on. Every ridge was fit to be licked; but when my eyes met his rock hard manhood, my eyes widen and I gasped.
“Carrick, I don’t know if that will fit. Your so big,” I say absent-mindedly reaching out to it.
He moved closer so the tip of himself was in my hand. I rubbed my finger over his slick pink slit, and him thumped against my hand. That made me smile and scared all at the same time. I tried not to show it, by sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed so his hardness was right in my face. I reach up and wrap my hand around it; he groans and places his hands on my shoulders. I didn’t look up because I didn’t want to get afraid, I would loose the nerve to do what I wanted to do. So I keep my eyes on my hand as I begin to slowly move my hand back and forth down the length of him. It was fascinating how he reacted to my touch. I could feel him pulsating in my hand. The tip of his hardness was glistening. I stuck my tongue out and hungrily lapped up the thick substance. He tasted so sweet and warm on my tongue and lips. I want more. I look up at him and see his eyes are closed. But they popped open when he felt me stop.
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