“Is it bad that I want to taste you and feel you in my mouth,” I ask stroking him.
“No,” he groans.
“I’ve never done this before, what if I do it wrong.”
“Your doing fine,” he barely gets out as he is slowly moving himself in my hand.
My grip loosened and I put the tip of him on my tongue, licking all around the head then sucking it into my mouth. His hands swiftly moves into the back of my hair and grips it tightly; and his sucks in a breath.
Oh no, maybe I hurt him.
“Did I do something wrong,” I ask?
He didn’t even say anything, he just pushed his hardness against my lips. I opened my mouth welcoming him in, and took only a few inches before I felt like I couldn’t take anymore. My mouth felt stretched to the limit around him. I didn’t know if I could do it, but he began to move his hips so he was slowly rocking back and forth going deeper into my mouth; finally hitting the back of my throat. I gagged at the new sensation, and he immediately slowed his movements. Pulling himself from my mouth.
“I’m so sorry,” I cry to him hiding my face in my hands and lay back on the bed, hoping he isn’t too upset with me. He must think that I’m so inexperienced. It’s just that I’ve always thought about guys and what it would be like to be with one. But I could never bring myself to actually go beyond holding hands, or letting one guy touch my butt. Even then I quickly pushed him off of me. But to now be with Carrick like this and not be about to do what he obviously likes, is making me feel inadequate.
Carrick peels my hands from my face and has the most loving look in his eyes and he speaks to me.
“Marissa, my sweet caramel queen never apologize for pleasing me. I loved what you were doing with that warm mouth of yours. If anything you should be mad me for getting carried away.”
“Why would I be mad at you,” I ask with a look of complete awe on my face.
He lower himself on top of me, kisses my forehead, then my cheeks, stopping on my lips. Slowly sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
“I think I got so excited by how good it felt to have you on me like that, that I got carried away with my movements,” he says.
I blushed and nodded in understanding. He then took my breast into his mouth; suckling on my nipple until it was hard and tender. I arch my back, pressing myself into his mouth. My whole body relaxes; I become like jello at his generous touches. My arms collect at his neck and my legs wrap around his, as I am writhing underneath him. He sits up on his elbows looking into my eyes.
“Are you sure you want to do this,” he asks me, while his hardness is thumping against my thigh. I got excited at how close all of him is to my wetness.
“Yes.”
With that ok, he takes his manhood in his hands and rubs it on my opening. I inhale quickly at the delicious feel on him.
“Damn baby, your so wet for me,” he groans into my neck, and rubs himself on my bud; bringing out some very loud and soft moans.
When he pushes up against my barrier, he glances down at me. I am squeezing my eyes shut tight.
“Look at me Marissa. I want to see those beautiful eyes of yours.”
I peek up through my eyelashes at him. His eyes are dark, but I’m not afraid of him. They look heavy.
“That’s what I want to see as I fill you up,” he says then slowly inches his way into my warm cavity, breaking my barrier. Before I could cry out in pain, he captures my lips with his and kisses me so gently; whispering sweet things in my ear. He was still for a few seconds as I adjusted to the pain and the feel of him filling me up, then he began to slowly move in and out of me. Grinding himself into my hungry body.
“Your so tight Honey, I don’t know how long I can last,” he says as the sped and force of his strokes picked up.
Before I knew it I had my legs up around his waist and I was digging my nails into his back as I begged him for more.
“More Carrick more.”
He gave me more and pushed my right leg up, then began pounding and grinding away at my wetness. I could feeling myself reacting and the numbing pressure building up in my clit as he stroked me into a complete frenzy. I clawed at his back as he hit every spot in my body, bringing my desire to the forefront and coaxing it out of me.
“Carey, baby I’m about to, Oh baby please.”
“What are you about to do,” he asks through his strong strokes.
I didn’t answer right away, so he leans down in my ear and says, “Tell daddy what your about to do.”
That was it for me.
I screamed, “I’m about to cum all over you.”
When he heard that, he hammered into my wetness two more times before he and I both had our release at the same time.
“Yes!”
“Ooooh yes baby!”
After the delicious tremors of love passed, I relaxed back into the bed and Carrick collapse on top of me. Although he was heavy, I was happy. I felt too good to move an inch. We both drifted off to sleep, Wrapped in each others arms.
Chapter 6 (Carrick)
My life couldn’t be better. I’m here with the love of my life Marissa. We are enjoying each other in this wonderful island sun, what could be better? I wonder what she will do when my Mom comes to get us sometime today? I hope she still wants to continue what we have going once we get back to Boston.
I mean we’ve had an amazing past few weeks here. We loved on each other with a passion that I’ve never felt or seen between two people. I couldn’t go a second of looking at her without wanting to kiss those sweet lips of hers. And after we came up for air, I finally got around to showing her the rest of the island. I showed her the rest of the cabin. The kitchen, and all of the appliances in it. She was amazed at the wind and solar energy we had set up here. When she questioned me on the water, I took her around back of the cabin and showed her the above ground water filtration system we had put in. It catches rain water and filters it for drinking, cooking, as well as bathing water. We also have a fire pit that is used for cooking. Which we have taken advantage of every night.
“Carrick, thank you for all of this,” Marissa says bringing me out of my daydream.
“Thank you for what,” I ask?
“This,” she motions her arms around the island.
“You have been magic for me. You have made me feel like the most important woman in the world. I feel so safe and loved right now. I just pray that things don’t change.”
“Never will things change. Marissa, you are my love, my life, and nothing can come between us. When we get back home I want you to move in with me.”
Marissa moves back an inch or so and looks up into my face. She was all dewy eyed and trembling.
“But I mean we can’t, we’re not married. I mean I just, we just,” Marissa starts saying, but I grab her hand and say, “Marissa how about we change that.”
She looks at me incredulously.
“Change what?”
I slipped the ring that I had out of my pocket, got down on one knee and said, “Marissa be my other half. I can’t think of anything else but you. I want everyday I have on this earth to be waking up next to you. Will you marry me?”
She looks down at me, then at the ring; then back at me.
“But where did you get the ring?”
“When I turned eighteen my father gave it to me,” I said.
She still looked at me like she didn’t understand, so I continued telling her about the ring.
“You see it was my grandmother’s, his mother’s engagement ring. Before she died she told him to give it to me to give to the woman who was my soulmate. I’ve carried it when me ever since.”
“Why,” she asked?
I smiled and said, “Because he told me that one day I would meet and fall in love with the woman of my dreams, and that I needed to be prepared.”
“So will you marry me,” I say.
She nodded her head yes, and I stood up and drew her into my arms; kissing every inch of her fac
e.
“I’m so happy right now.”
“Me too,” Marissa said, and we stood there holding each other for what seemed like a lifetime. But not nearly long enough. I could live a thousand years and never get tired of the feeling I feel right now with Marissa in my arms.
“Carrick, when did your grandma die?”
“A few days before I was eighteen; why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering,” she said relaxing into my chest even more. Things are perfect right now.
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“Mr. Callahan, we’re here,” I voice says from across the beach.
Marissa and I both look up and see Mr. MacMurry, my mother’s butler walking across the beach and up to the cabin. I break away from our embrace and walk over to great him.
“Hello Mr. MacMurry, how are you doing today,” I ask?
“Oh the usual, a little bit of this and a little bit of that,” he says then he turns and focuses on Marissa.
“Now who do we have here,” he asks politely?
“Sorry, this is Marissa she washed up on the shore here weeks ago; and I’ve been taken of her ever since,” I say while grinning. Marissa shrinks into my side at the comment.
“Our own Ariel I see,” Mr. MacMurry says.
I grin at his reference and say, “I guess so.”
He puts his hand out for her, she reaches out and softly shakes it.
“Nice to meet you,” she says quietly.
He nods then says, “Well we better get going; your mother has been talking non stop about her baby.”
I blush and shake my head. Then he turns and walks to the row boat that was pulled up on the beach.
“We have to row out to the yacht in this,” I say looking down at Marissa.
“Why,” she asks, looking up at the yacht in the near horizon wide-eyed.
“It’s too shallow close to the beach for the yacht to be able to make it here to pick us up.”
“Oh right,” is all she said as I helped her into the rower.
Mr. MacMurry started off rowing as soon as we all were safely inside the boat. Marissa didn’t say a word the whole way to the yacht. She just look around at everything but me. I could could sense something was going on with her.
“Marissa, is everything ok,” I ask?
“What if your mother doesn’t like me?”
I pull her into my side and reply, “She will love anyone that I choose to spend my life with. Don’t worry.”
Before she could reply we were upon the yacht, and were then being helped onto the deck.
“Carrick, Honey how are you,” I hear my mom say loudly.
As she made her way over to me, she immediately stopped in her tracks, not saying a word. Marissa took this as her not liking her and she kind of hid halfway behind my back.
“Carrick, who is this young lady,” my Mom finally asks?
“Mother this is Marissa. A few days after you left, right after that big storm Marissa washed up on the shore,” I say.
Marissa looked up at me and seemed upset but didn’t say anything, but my mom did.
“Be serious for once son.”
“I am mother. She was on a birthday trip with her best friend when that nasty storm suddenly hit; her and her friend were tossed over board and the ship sunk. Her friend didn’t make it, and she washed up on the beach the next morning.”
“Really,” my mom says looking down at a now trembling and teary eyed Marissa.
“Yes, it was touch and go for a few days; but she is alright now. Right Marissa,” I say looking down at her.
“Right,” she responds without even looking up from the ground.
“Oh you poor baby,” my mom says and starts over to hug Marissa, when we were interrupted.
“Carrick, Darling I’ve been dying to see you.”
Oh shit!
Chapter 7 (Marissa)
Carrick’s butler came and picked us up off the island and we made our way to his yacht. I was extremely nervous at first about his mother liking me. But he quickly assured me that she would love me. When we got to the Yacht and made it onto the deck things were ok. I mean the initial meeting with his mom was odd. I guess she didn’t expect and extra person to be coming aboard her yacht. But once Carrick explained what happened with me, she was ready to comfort me when we were all interrupted.
“Carrick, Darling I’ve been dying to see you,” some blond hair, blue eyed woman said as she walked over to us. She was beautiful.
At first I thought it was his sister. But when Carrick quickly dropped my hand and the woman threw her arms around his neck and kissed him square on the lips, I knew they weren’t siblings. My heart nearly tore in two when he didn’t push her away. He didn’t acknowledge me at all. I stood there trapped, with nowhere to go. I couldn’t stand here and watch the man I love kiss another woman; But I had no where to go. If I wasn’t deathly afraid of the water I would dive in head first just to get away from all the pain my heart was going through. I thought he loved me. I mean he just asked me to marry him. How could this be happening? All I could do is cry.
“Oh Honey you must be so tired. I bet a nice long bath and some soft clothes would do you just fine,” Carrick’s Mom says embracing me.
Her warm motherly embrace was all I needed for comfort right now. I grabbed ahold of her shirt and buried my head into her chest and cried all the tears I had inside me. As she soothed me while we walked by rubbing my back; I felt all the comfort I needed.
“You can have this room right here,” she said walking me into a suite.
“There is a bathroom off to the right. You can go in there and relax in a nice warm bubble bath. We won’t be back in Boston for 5 more days or so. So just relax, everything will be alright,” she said as she walked to a closet in the far left of the suit.
After looking through it she pulled out a few things. A long green plush robe, that had fluffy slippers to match. She also pulled out what looked like a small basket full of toiletries. On closer inspection I noticed lotions, soaps, combs, brushes, toothbrush, toothpaste, and lots of other things. She also brought out a light pink panty and cami set. As well as a couple t-shirts and gray sweat pants. After she set them on the bed I spoke up.
“You don’t have to do all this for me,” I say shyly.
“Oh Honey it’s ok. I don’t mind taking care of someone in need. Besides I always have extra things stock up. You never know when you will need something,” she said smiling and calmly walked into the bathroom and turned on the bath water, then strolls back out.
“Your bath is in there running. I poured a little Jasmine crystals in there to sooth you while you bathe. Do you need anything else before I go and see my wonderful son.”
The sound of his name causes me to start crying and trembling again. She is immediately upon me, hugging me.
“What is it Honey,” she asks swaying back and forth with me in her arms.
I can’t tell her what’s wrong. She probably thinks I’m some nutbag or something with all this crying I’m doing.
I step back from her embrace and say, “I’m ok. I’m just incredibly tired, and I have a massive headache.”
“Well I can fix that,” she says going into the bathroom.
She comes out after a few seconds with a glass of water and two pills.
“Take these and you’ll feel better.”
“Thank you,” I say after grabbing them from her hand and popping them into my mouth and downing most of the water.
“I think I’ll take that bath now,” I say soon as I swallowed down the water and pills.
“Ok then. It was so nice to meet you. Although I wish it was under different circumstances. Would you like something to eat later,” she asks standing at the door to the room.
“No I think I’l go right to sleep after my bath; and I think I’ll be out for awhile. Mrs. Callahan, thank you for everything,” I say while trying to hold back more tears.
“No problem dear. My suite is right down the hal
l if you need anything,” she says as she smiles then walked out the door.
I quickly but quietly shut it behind her; and lock it so I can think without interruption. As I was sliding down the wall to plop down on the floor beside the door, I notice the steam bellowing from the bathroom. I instantly stop my sliding and straighten up, walking into the bathroom. My senses were assaulted with Jasmine. It should have been overwhelming but there was just enough in the air to relax me down to my bones. My eyes close and I stand there for a few moments to take it all in. I then grab the basket with the toiletries and the panty and cami set, then I take that all into the bathroom, sitting it on the sink. I take off the shirt and shorts I still had on of Carrick’s and tossed them into a hamper that was in the corner of the bathroom as well as the leopard print purple bikini I had on underneath that. I softly walk to the bath and I dip my toe in the water. It wasn’t too hot, just the right temperature; so I carefully lowered myself into the hot bath water.
Ooooh, this feels so good. I lay there and soak in the water. There were jets in the water that massaged my aching back and shoulders, so I sank into the water even more as the minutes ticked away. This bath was amazing, just what I needed. It was almost fantastic enough to make me forget about Carrick and how he betrayed me. My body instantly tightened back up at the thought of him, causing me to sit up in the bath and slowly get out of the water. As I sluggishly walk over to the sink, I see myself in the mirror. The woman in front of me looks tired and sad. My eyes were red and puffy; my skinned looked pale, despite the fact that I was just on a sunny island beach an hour ago. How could a man have this affect on me? How could the thought or sight of him being with another woman make me want to puke where I stood? I don’t think I can go through life without him? It hurts me so deep to know that what him and I have share these passed weeks meant nothing to him. How could he lied to me like this? I thought he meant all of those wonderful things he said to me. I guess not. I’m going to have to simply will myself to get these clothes on and hide here in this room for the rest of the time that I am on this yacht, until we make it back to Boston. I don’t think that I could face Carrick or his girlfriend. I’d die if I had to see those two together again. That it. I’m gonna put this set on and crawl into bed. Were I can wallow in my tears.
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