Her eyes closed, he watched as she fought for breath. Satisfaction filled him to know it had been so good for her because he knew he wouldn’t be able to last for long inside her. Opening the table she had motioned to he found the condoms. His cock was deeply grateful she had the protection but his conscious was pissed she had been the one to be prepared. He should have been the one to see to her care. Tearing open the condom, he rolled it on and felt her eyes on him. She was staring intently as he rolled the condom on and the longing he saw in her star bright blue eyes had his cock straining as if she were touching it all over again.
Moving onto his hands on each side of her head, he settled into the open cradle of her legs and allowed his cock to lay against the length of her slit. She moaned as her hips rocked up to take him inside her. His own hips moved down but kept her trapped, the need to taste and learn the rest of her delectable body was strong. His tongue traced the shell of her delicate ear. She shivered when he tugged the soft skin of the tip and sucked. His mouth made a slow journey down the side of her neck that had her gasping his name. Tasting the column of her throat, her breath came out of her in little moans and when he gave into the need to kiss her they both shook.
Her mouth was seeking and hungry, her soft tongue wrapped around his own and he couldn’t give enough. Deeper, he took the kiss until she fought for breath, still he didn’t let her go, wanting his breath to be the only thing she breathed. At last, he tore his mouth away. Now he could take his time with her succulent, swollen breasts that had taunted him from the very first day.
“Rafael,” It was a whisper of pleading.
He shook his head as his tongue out lined the dusky pink of her areola while ignoring the tight pouting nipple. “Not yet, your breasts have kept me hard for hours through the night. The first day I felt like such a bastard, you were crying in my arms because I had made you cry. Yet all I could think about was the feeling of your soft, full breasts against me. Beautiful, so responsive,” Covering the peaked, hard nipple he sucked gently at first, then harder. A keening little cry escaped her told him what he needed to know and he tugged lightly at the swollen nipple. Another cry followed and she clutched at him, pressing deeper into his mouth. When he applied more pressure she went wild. Her hips were frantically rocking against him as she begged for more.
Letting her nipple fall from his mouth, he turned his attention to her other breast. It took only minutes before she was pleading, nearly inconsolable and he loved it. His little virgin was a tigress in bed, her nails shredding his back as his mouth sucked her nipple deep inside, flicking at the tip. The smell of her floated up to him and her frantic pleas made it clear she was close again to the edge of climax and this time he wanted to be inside her when she came.
Pushing up and away her cry of panic was cut off as she felt him run his cock along the wet slit of her pussy. Please, she moaned, her legs went wider for him. Slowly, he eased inside her and his jaw went hard at how hot and tight she felt around him. On his knees between her legs, he fought the need to push hard and fast deep inside her. Closing his eyes against the sight of her pussy lips clinging around him, he was only a few inches inside her and she was so damn tight around his cock. Fuck, hard or slow, he didn’t know. He’d never had a virgin before, all he knew was he didn’t want to hurt her.
Carrie captured the edge of the shirt he still wore and yanked him down. “Fuck me hard and fast, Rafael. I’m begging you.”
The words were a whispered demand against his lips. He didn’t dare deny what he wanted so badly. Thrusting deep until he was completely inside her, she moaned his name and he went still, fearful he had hurt her. Pulling up, fear iced his veins until he saw her face. She was glowing, so gorgeous in her pleasure he could feel his cock thicken inside her. She did too, her eyes dilated and she moaned his name. Then she almost killed him when the muscles of her already tight pussy clenched around him.
His control lost he pumped hard and fast just like she begged him to. In seconds, her little whimpers and groans were all she had left. There were no more words, for either of them. He was beginning to hit his climax, his whole body tight with the need to hold off until she was there first and then he heard her crying in his ear. Relief filled him as her body clutched tighter to him and he allowed himself to follow her and fall completely shattered to the edge of the world.
Still trembling with his release, he immediately rolled to the side of her, not trusting himself to not collapse on her. She moaned her discontent so he pulled her close. They were both out of breath. They were both suffering from deep shaking from the aftershocks. He had never had a climax like it before and it scared the shit out of him. Pulling away, he rolled off the bed and when she questioned him said only the condom. His steps weren’t steady as he entered the bathroom and he got rid of the condom. He washed his hands and threw water on his face. Hands shaking, he wiped his face as wondered what the hell just happened. Since his first sexual experience at sixteen there had been more women than he felt comfortable listing. Not once had it ever been like he just experienced. Not just his reaction to her but Carrie’s own demands, enjoyment and reveling of their lovemaking. Many of the women had performed as if they were in a bad porn, others had simply performed. Carrie had given herself completely up to every feeling, taste, and touch and demanded the same from him. Running his hand through his hair he swore, he knew this would happen. He needed to get out of here, now.
Going back into the bedroom he found Carrie under the covers with his pants and underwear folded neatly at the bottom of the bed.
“Can you make sure to grab your tie and jacket from the living room? Don’t forget to turn off the lights when you leave, thanks.” Her voice was one of boredom. She then rolled over and seemed as if she was going to sleep.
Her casual dismissal of him, burned more than the scratches on his back. He remembered her telling him how she simply wanted his nights and he would need to be gone before the twins were up in the morning. Fuck that, yanking off his shirt, he went to the bed and pulled the covers back. Anger spun hard to see her back in the nightgown. Catching it at the neck, he swore as he tore it in half from her body. “Mi dulce, I do believe you said the night and I’m going to tell you right now the night has just begun.”
The hunger in her eyes made him hard all over again. Moving closer, she reached for his cock but he grabbed her wrist and forced her back into the bed. Her head went back and she became soft in his grasp, compliant. Instead of satisfying him, her willingness to allow him to have his way made him hotter for her.
Grasping both wrists he held her them above her head. She sighed and rocked her hips in invitation for more. “How damn it, does a virgin have the moves of a high priced whore?” His jaw was so tight the words barely escaped.
A flush heated her cheeks and she bit down into the pouting bottom lip he had sucked hard on only minutes ago. The sight of her obvious shame had him feeling like an asshole.
“Don’t! It wasn’t an insult it was a question I need to know the answer to. I’m so fucking hungry and greedy for your body I fear I’ll hurt you without meaning to.” Licking at her swollen bottom lip, he sucked lightly. Attempting to soothe the pain he caused her, he watched her eyes di
late and felt her shake beneath him. “Tell me, Carrie, while I can still think straight.”
Pride glittered like diamonds. “I like to read. The romances popular now are graphic so when I’ve touched myself as I’ve read them, it’s you I wanted and imagined doing those things with. Then there’s a part of me that was angry with you for trying so badly to push me away. I hated how you remained so cold and in control so there was a part of me trying to make you lose control.”
Hearing her say it, that she wanted to make him lose control had him wanting her to find out just much she could take. Yet as he felt the softness of her pressing against him, he knew he didn’t dare, at least not tonight. There was a bone-deep satisfaction running through him, to hear her say how she touched herself as she fantasized about them together. It didn’t surprise him but he liked her honesty. “So absolutely no one has been inside you? No one has shown you just what can happen when you make a man lose control?” He taunted her.
Shaking her head, she didn’t look abashed, simply pressed against him in further invitation.
Frustration built as he looked down at her, she had no idea how badly he wanted to savage her and he would, very soon. The scent of her began flooding his senses again and he let everything but his need for her go. Right now she was soft and wet against him and nothing else mattered but enjoying her luscious body. Letting her wrists go, he pushed up and moved down her. Finding her so wet she was overflowing down to the round curves of her ass had his breath coming out him in a hiss. From the moment she had turned around to walk away from him, he had wanted her ass in his hands. He’d stroked his cock as he imagined the soft flesh give way to his strokes. The dream of her was nowhere as good as the reality. Her skin was silk as he caressed and squeezed, molding and digging his fingers into her flesh.
Opening her pussy for his mouth, he sucked deeply on the juices telling him how badly she wanted him. His tongue couldn’t get enough of her, deeper, he dove into her with each stroke, the taste of her made him hungrier for more. Moving her legs over his shoulders, she whimpered as it allowed him deeper access into her pussy. He didn’t want give up the grip he had on her ass. As his hand came back from pulling her leg over his shoulder, he skimmed the crack of her ass and she gasped in reaction. His cock went so hard his jaw locked to keep a groan in. Had she really liked it or was it his tongue working her pussy, he wondered. Slowly, he ran a finger over the crack of her ass and lightly slipped inside the cheeks but didn’t press inside her. Carrie shuddered in reaction and he gave into desire and slipped a finger into her tight little hole. Her body didn’t give way easily but she was so tight because she was clenching in the same way her pussy tightened around his cock with pleasure.
“No, Rafael, please.” The words came out of her in ragged, breathy, little moan.
Going still, he fought for control. “What do you want, mi dulce?”
Her hands tightened in his hair. “I don’t want your finger there,” A sigh of agony escaped him, until she finished. “I want your cock inside me. Please, I want your cock, not your fingers inside me.” Yet, even as she said the words, she rocked against his finger to take him deeper inside.
Carrie’s earthy uninhibited response was unlike anything he had ever encountered before, it thrilled the hell out of him. Despite her pleading he knew he wanted her to come on his tongue. As badly as he wanted to be buried inside her ass he knew it was too soon. He also didn’t have the lubricant he would need to ensure her pleasure. Pulling out of her, he coated his finger with her juices and began to steadily move in and out of her tight ass. Her gasps urged him on and his tongue moved in while his fingers moved out, setting a fierce tempo that had her quickly coming on his mouth.
She went limp and he could hear her gasping for air. Getting up, he rounded the bed to grab a condom. Rolling the condom on, he got back into bed and settled in behind her. Still limp, she moaned his name as pulled her into his arms. The way she melted into his arms as he eased her half onto him, her back against his chest made his whole body harder. Her trust in him was as arousing as her response. Stamping down the urge to invade her as urgently as he dared, he forced himself to enter her slowly, only a few inches at a time. Slowly, he rocked his hips in and out once he was only half-way inside her.
Her hands went over his hands as they roamed over her full, heavy breasts. Knowing he wasn’t going as deep as he could, she tried to push back but he wouldn’t allow her to take him deeper. She had told him that she wanted him to lose control, this was a lesson in how good control could feel, for the both of them. Eyes tight he pressed a few inches deeper and she moaned her happiness. Her pussy clutching at him in time with his strokes out, sent his mouth to her neck and he sucked the skin hard and deep. Keeping control of the tempo, still not burying himself deep inside her, sweat began to bead on his chest.