by Jean Joachim
"I want you, Carrie," he whispered roughly.
She lifted his face up and stared into his eyes, her own smoky with desire. She kissed him, moving her tongue into his mouth, taking him, pressing her body against his. She wanted him, too, had wanted him for weeks. Then she pulled back.
"Make love to me," she whispered.
"My pleasure," he muttered.
He eased her up off his lap. She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. He ripped the comforter down on the bed then turned to her, pulling her sweater up and over her head, sliding her bra down and off. He stopped to look at her.
"You're beautiful, incredibly beautiful," he said, staring at her breasts.
She blushed then approached him, pulling at his shirt. She yanked it out of his pants, then unbuttoned it and pushed it off his shoulders. Her eyes widened as they gazed at his chest. A smile played at her lips as she ran her palms up his firm pecs which were covered with fine, light brown hair. She shivered as she touched him, flattening her hands and moving closer to him.
"Not bad, not bad at all," she muttered, looking up at him.
He laughed. "Is that the best you can do?"
"Gorgeous…better?" She asked as she slid her hands up his chest and joined them around his neck, bringing her breasts up against him, pressing closer.
He groaned at the feel of her breasts against him and reached for the button of her jeans. She was unbuttoned and unzipped in a flash, but she had to push the tight pants down herself.
"Drop 'em, handsome," she said to him while she eased her jeans down, watching him get naked.
She stood in her black lace panties, facing him, moving her arms across her chest, feeling suddenly shy. He sucked in his breath at the sight of her and stepped closer, putting his arms around her, slipping his hands down to her butt and pulling her closer to him. He pressed his aching erection against her and a small moan of excitement escaped her lips. She kissed his neck, then his chest.
"You are stunning," he whispered in her ear.
She slid her hands down over his butt and squeezed, then tugged him toward her. Grey slipped his hands under the waistband of her panties and eased them down, cupping his hands over her naked bottom. He groaned into her neck.
She pushed the panties down all the way and stepped out of them. Grey leaned over and trailed his fingers down over her hips to the backs of her thighs, then moved them up and in to lightly caress her core. As they met her wetness, she moaned, opening her thighs to him. His fingers played with her, stroking, circling, slipping inside her a little then out again. She was trembling with desire.
"Oh my God…you…you," she stammered as his fingers continued to caress her; her head fell limp on his shoulder, her eyes closed, she sagged against him. He could feel her pulse leap, heat emanate from her body as she grew slick from the magic his fingers worked on her.
Grey straightened up and led her to the bed. He got on first and then gently pulled her down next to him. He began by kissing her lips then kissing her breasts as his hand, slid across her flat belly and disappeared between her legs. Carrie's legs parted welcoming him. She moaned softly as his fingers explored her warmth.
"Show me where to touch you," he whispered.
"Oh…you're doing fine," she uttered.
"I want to please you, satisfy you. Guide me," he insisted.
He moved his fingers and each time his action received a happy moan from her. It seemed wherever he touched her, she liked it. Then he hit the perfect spot.
"Oh my God! There. There. Just like that," she breathed, arching her back, closing her eyes.
Grey smiled as his fingers worked their magic on her. Irregular breathing didn't stop her from reaching down and wrapping her fingers around his hardness. She stroked him, amazed at how firm he was until she made him groan.
"Stop. Stop," he moaned, placing his hand over hers.
"Why?"
"This will be all over if you don't. I'm…I…oh, God," he moaned into her neck.
Carrie removed her hand and focused on what he was doing to her as her passion escalated, threatening to go out of control. She ached to have him inside her.
"Grey…I…I'm…going…to," she sputtered.
"Come for me, Honey," he whispered in her ear, his fingers disappearing inside her.
His words made it happen as her hips rose in tide with his hand, her muscles clenched and she let out a long groan while the heat of desire filled her body, shooting all the way out to her fingertips and toes. When her hips relaxed, she felt the fluttering inside subsiding. Panting, she turned to him and kissed his lips softly, gently, putting her palm on his face. His hand came up and wrapped around her breast as he buried his face in her neck.
"Are you protected?"
"On the pill," she whispered back.
"I want to see you…touch you," he breathed as he rolled over on his back and guided her on top of him. She slipped down easily over his erection, burying him deep within her. They groaned together as he disappeared inside her, her warm wetness surrounding him, her muscles squeezing him gently. He pulled her shoulders down to his and attacked her mouth with an aggressive kiss, his tongue taking hers, his hands in her hair. When he let her up, his gaze dropped to her breasts and his hands, too, where they had free access as she moved up and down on him slowly but steadily.
"You're…you're…almost too much…for me," he choked out.
Carrie pushed her chest out toward him and his hands continued to fondle her breasts. She picked up her speed moving on him faster as he moaned louder. Finally, he tucked his arms around her and rolled them both over until he was on top of her. He pumped into her with furious passion, his face buried in her neck, his arms bracing himself as she caught his rhythm and they rocked together. Carrie arched her back as a second orgasm claimed her body. She clutched Grey's shoulders, closed her eyes and let herself go, her hips moving on their own in sync with his, sounds coming automatically from her mouth. As soon as she finished, he signaled his climax with a loud groan, thrusting several more times before relaxing. Carrie felt a fine sheen of sweat coat his back as she ran her fingers down and up his spine.
His eyes closed, his weight bore down on her some though he didn't crush her. The exquisite feeling of skin to skin contact swept through Carrie as her eyes closed. A feeling of happiness washed over her. Thoroughly satisfied, she wound her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
"Amazing, Carrie, amazing," he muttered.
She murmured something incoherent and stroked his shoulders. They lay there for a minute or two before he rolled off her and pulled her into his arms, her cheek resting on his chest.
"Happy?" He asked as he palmed her cheek.
"Uh huh."
"Good," he said, closing his eyes, smiling as his hand glided over her back and arms.
They lay in silence for a while. After a half hour, Carrie sat up.
"Coffee and dessert in bed?"
"I'm stuffed, but coffee sounds great," he said, sitting up.
"I can get it," she said, pushing him back down on the bed.
"Not with that bad hand. Let me help," he offered, rising and putting on his boxers.
Carrie threw on a short, silky pink shift and walked ahead of him down to the kitchen.
****
While Carrie made the coffee, Grey washed the dishes. She put on some music, picked up a dish towel and dried. Again Michael Bublé's, "Haven't Met You Yet" came on. When Grey finished, he took her by the waist and danced with her, twirling her around the living room to the beat of the song. He pulled her hips close to his and ground them together to the music. She rested her hands on his bare chest as they danced slower, her excitement growing.
When the song was over, she pulled him down for a passionate kiss, while his hands rested on her breasts. Her breath quickened. He backed her up against the wall as the kissing got intense. Grey slipped his hand under her shift and between her legs, his fingers looking for the sweet spot he found earlier
. She melted then reached for him, pleased to find him hard already. He quickly worked her into a frenzy, massaging, then slipping his fingers inside her.
"Oh, God…Grey!" She moaned, stroking him.
"Do you want me? He whispered, coming up against her.
"Yes," she groaned.
"Say it, say it, honey, tell me," he murmured, moving his fingers faster.
"I want you…I want you inside me…Take me…now," she panted.
He yanked her shift off and picked her up by the waist, setting her on the table.
"Lean back," he ordered.
She leaned her shoulders against the wall while he put a hand under each thigh and pulled her legs up. He dropped his boxers, kicked them off then moved closer to the credenza, positioned between her thighs and slipped himself inside her.
"Oh my God," she moaned giving herself over to the intense excitement he created inside her as she closed her eyes, resting her forehead on his chest.
With one arm around her shoulders and the other palm down on the credenza, he thrust into her hard. With every thrust a small sound escaped her lips. He moved one hand to her waist, holding her still as he pounded into her, sweat beading on his forehead and chest. She raised her hands to his hair, then opened her eyes, looking directly into his. His mouth covered hers, his tongue took possession of her mouth.
The pressure inside her grew quickly. He leaned back a little, staring into her eyes with a wicked grin on his face as his fingers stroked her, stimulating her beyond endurance. Her eyes closed as every muscle in her body tightened, held, then released and pure pleasure flooded her veins. When she cracked her eyes open she found him watching.
"You're beautiful when you're…" he started but didn't finish. He grunted and picked up the pace, thrusting harder until he exploded inside her, ending in a long groan.
The silence in the room was broken only by their heavy breathing as the music had finished. She leaned into him with a soft, sweet affectionate kiss.
"You're incredible," she muttered into his mouth.
"You're very…sexy… responsive," he remarked.
"To you…to you…oh baby," she sighed, closing her eyes.
He wound his arms around her and hugged her to him, holding her close. He stroked her hair as her hands slid up and down his back.
Finally he separated from her, retrieved his boxers, then picked up her shift, and helped her put it back on. Grey slipped into the kitchen, returning to the living room with two steaming cups of coffee. They sat on one of the loveseats, put their feet up on the coffee table and watched the dying fire in the fireplace.
Carrie snuggled up and nestled her head into his shoulder. He put his arm around her and sipped his coffee.
"You know everything about me, so let's talk about you," she began.
"Everything? Doubt that." He stroked her hair.
"Maybe not everything, but more than I know about you. If you want to have a family…kids and all how come you're not married? Have you ever been married? You're thirty-four, right?"
"Whoa! One at a time!" He said, putting up his hand.
"You're thirty-four and never been married?" Carrie added more sugar to her coffee.
"Right." His hand rested on her shoulder.
"How come?" She sat up straight and looked directly at him.
"I spent ten years working my ass off, saving every penny, investing to get where I am now,"
"Not an answer."
"Waiting for the right woman to come along," he replied.
"You haven't met her yet?" she said.
"Well…" he blushed and looked away from her, directing his gaze at the fire.
"You haven't met her or you'd be married or at least engaged by now, right?"
"I guess…it's complicated."
"I don't get it, why?"
"Trust me, it is." He directed his gaze out the window, watching a sparrow land on a tree limb.
She shrugged. "When you meet her, you'll know? Then you'll get married?"
"Yeah. What about you? Never married…" He turned back to look at her.
"I didn't say that." She shifted on the sofa, pulling away from him slightly.
"You've been married…and unmarried by the tender age of twenty-nine?"
She nodded.
"Want to tell me about it?" Grey threaded his fingers through hers, his eyes sought hers.
She shook her head. "Its ancient history, was over three years ago. Not much to tell. I married a man who decided rather quickly he didn't want to be married. He lives in California now," Carrie took a sip of her coffee.
"He's not going to show up on your doorstep and beg you to take him back, is he?" A rueful smile played at his lips.
She laughed, "I doubt that!"
"I don't care about the past. I'm here with you now and that's all that matters to me," he said, drawing her closer, bending down to drop a sweet peck on the tip of her nose.
"Same here. Do you want a bathrobe? It's cold in her," she said, getting up.
"Doubt you have one my size," he chuckled.
"But I do," she said, retrieving two bathrobes from the bedroom. She tossed a blue one to him and put on the pink one.
Grey looked at the robe then looked at her.
"You have so many men sleeping over you bought a robe?"
"And that concerns you, how?"
"Want to know what I'm getting involved in here," he replied, putting on the robe.
"You don't think I'm celibate, do you?"
"Hadn't thought about it."
"I have…needs, just like you. I'll bet you spent ten years sleeping with every female you could get your hands on."
She saw the heat rise in his cheeks.
"That's what I thought. A man doesn't get as experienced as you from reading a book or watching porn!"
"And you?" he asked.
"A woman never tells. I'm not a slut but I have healthy…desires…needs... whatever you want to call it. My past…you said you don't care about the past. It's now with you that counts," she said, slipping her arms around his waist.
"Fair enough," he said, kissing her.
"Good. Let's get some sleep," she said, scattering the smoldering coals in the fireplace, then taking his hand.
"I'm spending the night?"
"You don't want to?"
"Try to kick me out," he said, pulling her to him for a hug and kiss.
She pulled away, turned out the living room lights and led him to the bedroom where she handed him a brand new toothbrush she retrieved from the medicine cabinet.
"These too? You really are prepared for overnight visitors."
She blushed.
"I like my men to be comfortable."
"Honey, if I got any more comfortable, I'd be living here," he murmured in her ear, then kissed her neck.
****
Grey's phone rang and he reluctantly moved away from Carrie to check it. Jenna.
"What' up?" He asked.
"Nothing. Calling to see how your new candidate is measuring up to your list of requirements," she teased.
"Jenna, this is no time for a question like that."
"Is this a baaadddd time?" she said, laughing, "did I catch you…at it?"
"Not exactly." Grey paced, keeping his head down, looking at the floor.
"But you're with her, right?"
"Yes."
"And you can't talk."
"Right." He couldn't keep a note of exasperation from his tone.
"Oh, goody. I have you right where I want you. So, did you get to all three items on the list with her yet?" Jenna giggled into the phone.
"I'm not going to answer that question," he said, turning his back to Carrie while he felt heat in his cheeks. "Oh, I see. So you have! Well, well, how was it?"
"Jenna!"
"Come on, you can tell me…great, fantastic, terrible? After all, you're the one who asked me if I make my husband beg for sex."
"Bye, Jenna. See you in a few weeks."
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br /> "No! Wait! Okay, okay. Just tell me if it's going well. Is it, could she…be…the one?"
"Could be. Gotta go," he said and hung up the phone, anxious to get away from his sister's prying.
"Quite a cryptic phone conversation with your sister…really your sister?"
"You don't think that was another woman, do you?"
"Was it?" She cocked her head and planted her feet firmly.
"Absolutely not! Do you want me to call her back so you can speak to her?"
"No, no, I believe you," Carrie said, raising her hands up.
"Good."
"So what were all those one-word answers about?"
"Jenna being nosy, that's all."
"Nosy about what?" Carrie slid onto the bed and sat cross-legged.
Grey hesitated and looked down at his hands, then up into Carrie's eyes.
"About you," he admitted.
"Me? Jenna knows about me? Why? How? Me? Really?" Carrie sat up straight on the bed and coughed twice.
He nodded.
She blushed and clammed up. There was a heavy silence in the room.
"Your family knows about me?" She repeated.
"Should you be a deep, dark secret?"
"I guess not."
"I'm close with my family. We talk…often. Is that a problem? You never talk about men you're dating with your family or friends?"
"I didn't say that."
"Oh…so you do talk about men. Do you talk about me?"
She shook her head, then stopped.
"Well, maybe I've mentioned you to my aunt…once or twice and my friend Rosie at the office."
"And I've mentioned you to Jenna. We're even."
"Why?"
Grey stepped closer to her again, pulling her up off the bed and into his arms.
"Because you're special, Carrie," he confessed, closing his eyes.
****
Carrie smiled at him, then disappeared into the bathroom. Grey went in when she came out. He opened the door to find her already in bed and the lights low. He slipped in beside her naked body and curled up behind her, spooning her.
