Carly finally lets herself slide to the floor and I peel the black lace panties from her body. She's completely naked in my arms again, but this is the first time she doesn't seem embarrassed or worried. My fingers move slowly, each hair on her body lifting as I trace them down the length of her legs.
I gently press my tongue to the small space between her breasts. I lick down one side and then the other, taking each nipple in my mouth with the intention of driving her fucking crazy.
She groans and I finally kiss my way to her hips and gently pull her legs apart. Carly opens her eyes and looks down. My lips touch down lightly all across her stomach and into the line of her pubic hair.
I continue the path with my tongue down south and around the top of her leg. My hands trail her inner thigh, leading to her beautiful pussy. I let my finger slip inside her and she moans. In goes another and I press against her sweet spot. I flick my thumb on her clit and she bucks in response.
“
Jack,” my name comes out of her mouth in a breathless gasp.
“
Shh,” I say as I pull my fingers from her bit by bit. I part her pussy, exposing the mass of nerves that holds the promise of every sensation her body is capable of.
I start at the top, my tongue sliding down and back up again. I riffle the tip of my tongue slowly one minute and faster the next, only to slow down again when she starts to move. I nip at her clit, a biter through and through, and she almost convulses.
“
Does it feel good?” I ask. She opens her eyes again to look down at me and her face says it all. All she can do is nod as my tongue circles outside her and my fingers move inside. I move them slowly and Carly arches her back. Her breasts rise up and my dick feels as though it's going to burst out of my skin. I reach up with my free hand and roll her nipple between my finger and thumb. She groans and bites her lip as my beard tickles her pussy. She puts her hands over her face, lets out a low moan and I feel her come on my fingers.
“
I can’t take it anymore,” I say, sitting back on my knees. I pull a condom from the pocket of my jeans and rip it open. I've taken to keeping one there and pretty much all over the house. Carly looks up at me and mutters, "Neither can I."
She clumsily sits up, unbuttons my pants and pushes them down around my knees. I kick them the rest of the way off. She takes the open condom from my hand and pulls it from the foil.
“
Wait,” I say.
She looks at me, her body a shining testament to God’s greatest idea.
“
Will you let me fuck you without one?”
For a second, I’m not sure what she’s going to say.
“
I've never...”
“
You've never had sex without a condom?” I ask, the words barely making a sound. “Are you on birth control?” I ask, although the thought of her pregnant with my baby wouldn't be a bad thing. This thought shocks the hell out of me, but feels right at the same time.
“
Take it religiously,” she answers. "I've just never trusted anyone enough to do it. Another of my rules."
“
Do you trust me?” I ask. She sits in front of me, her body so beautifully awakened, and I hope she does.
“
Absolutely.”
I take the condom from her hand and toss it to the side. She kisses me again as I pull her legs apart and let my body hover over her.
I kiss the spot between her eyebrows and then down her cheek. Her lips part letting my tongue finds hers again and I know she can taste herself on my lips.
I lift her leg and slip inside her easily. She's so wet that her usual wince of pain doesn't happen. The feeling of her with nothing between us is so different, so much more powerful than I thought it would be. I feel every part of her in a new way.
“
Oh, god,” she mutters in my ear. She grabs her legs from behind her knees and pulls them forward, letting me go deeper. She is so damned tight and she fits my dick as though we are a matching set.
“
Feels so good,” I mutter, unable to say more. Her hands grip my ass as she presses her body against mine and I bite her gently on the neck. Shivers resonate through her body as she kisses my mouth and bites at my lip.
My tongue traces down her neck and to the inside of her breast before I bite at her nipples again. I move in and out of her, the friction of her against me builds up in my cock until it threatens to break her.
“
I can’t take much more,” she whispers. I slow down, as much for her sake as my own. Carly cries out as my dick hits her G spot and I can't help but grin. She clenches around me, forcing me to closer to getting off.
I grunt in her ear and push deeper. She somehow finds the energy to lift her legs higher until she starts to come undone. My cock throbs as my stomach muscles clench. I push into her again and she calls out my name. The sound alone threatens to push me over the edge.
I move quicker in response to her orgasm. My dick seizes up and at the last second, I pull out and come all over her stomach. The whiteness spurts from the head of my cock, shooting all the way up her abdomen. I see it all through half closed eyes as I try to catch my breath.
When I think my heart isn't going to hammer through my ribs, I lean back on my knees. I try to catch my breath as she reaches onto the end table and grabs a wad of tissues. Carly cleans me from her skin and I fight the urge to stick my cock back inside her and come again. I finally collapse on the hardwood floor, out of breath and covered in rapidly cooling sweat. She leans over me, dangling her breasts in my face, prompting me to bite at them, and grabs her panties. I watch her slide them on over that fantastic ass before grabbing her by the waist and pulling her down to the floor with me. I kiss her chest and her collar bone, and her hair falls over her breasts.
“
Fuck, woman,” I say.
“
You sound like a caveman,” she giggles.
“
I feel like one,” I say, pushing myself up on my elbow to look at her. She brushes my hair back from my forehead and I can still feel her wrapped around my cock. I reach out and push her hair off her chest. I trace my finger in the shape of a heart on the place where her heart is and she looks up at me. I stare into those amber eyes, and realize that I'm really falling in love with her. The hurt that scarred me so deep before, that old ache that time has dulled is almost gone, healed by this crazy, sexy magnificent woman. I'm in love, maybe for the first time ever. No,
definitely
for the first time ever.
"I don't wanna ever lose you, Carly," I say. "I know I'll never find all the things in you that drive me crazy in somebody else." I hold my breath until a broad smile spreads across her face to let me know she feels the same.
I don't want Carly to go as she heads out the door to her Monday morning class. She's stayed with me practically every night and last night on the living room floor has done nothing to quell my need for her. I watch as she backs her car from under the canopy and gives me a little wave. She disappears down the driveway and I close the door. The house is so quiet, like it used to be, and I hate it. Maybe I should go to the mill, make sure the last order before Thanksgiving is getting shipped out with no trouble.
My shower offers me no escape from Carly. I've fucked her in almost every room of my house; we've done almost as much fucking as we've done talking. I lather up and rinse off, wondering why I've been given a second chance. I've never been one to think shit happens for a reason; we screw things up on our own, but having Carly in my life, to wake me up, makes me feel like the luckiest man on Earth. She completes me in a way I didn't think anyone could.
The mill is only thirty minutes away and I use the time to try and get my head right. I'm like a damned lovesick teenager with a crush on the hot chick next door. Except my hot chick actually likes me back.
More than likes me
.
George St. Clair greets me as I pull the truck up to the door of the main office. His trucker cap is slightly askew, but that's nothing out of the ordinary. I'd almost swear his head has taken the shape of that damned hat.
"Wonderin' when you were gonna show up, son," he says as I climb out of the truck.
"Been a little busy, old man," I say with a grin.
"Gotcha a girl, huh?" George asks, his old gray eyes lighting up. "That's the only damned thing that'd make you grin like a fool."
"She's a real little pistol," I tell him. He follows me up the gravel walk and to the office door. "You'd like her."
"Anybody who can put a smile on that ugly face of yours might be alright," he says with a laugh.
George worked for my dad for forty years and when Dad died, he helped me learn the ropes of the mill. He became a surrogate father of sorts and still comes to work when he feels like it.
My cell phone rings as I take off my cap and toss it on the empty desk in the lobby.
"Hey, Ma," I answer.
"Well, he's alive," she says dramatically.
"Yes, I'm alive."
"What have you been up to for the last few weeks? You've barely called and you've not come around. There's a letter here for you from somebody in North Carolina. I think it's from one of your old fraternity brothers."
"I'll be there for Thanksgiving, Mom. I can get it then."
"Speaking of Thanksgiving," she says, "will you be coming alone?"
Mom may be lots of things, but subtle is not one of them. "Why do you ask?" I ask, suspiciously.
"I just might've heard that you had a new friend. I thought you might want to bring her, just so I can meet her."
Shit. I didn't want it to get back to her before we had a chance to talk about Carly. Mom's friend Maggie and her husband own Captain's, so naturally my mom knows.
I sigh and sit down behind the desk. "Okay, Mom. You win. I do have someone in my life. I meant to tell you, but I've been busy." I rub my face and close my eyes.
"Well, you've not been here and you've not been at the mill, so unless you've come out of your hermity ways, I know what you've been busy doing."
She laughs. My sixty-two year old mother laughs at her own joke about my sex life.
"Mom," I say, "it's not like that. Carly is a really sweet girl. She's funny and she makes me happy." I can't tell her that it
is
like that, at least a little.
"Oh, I'm not chiding you, Robert. I'm just happy to know that someone is making you live again."
"Okay, Mom, let's just stop talking about it. I'll ask Carly if she'd like to be my guest for dinner. I'll call you and let you know something tomorrow afternoon."
"Alright, sweetie. Just let me know. Love you."
"I love you, too, Mom." It's the first time in a long time that I've actually said that to her. I guess I've been holding things in with everyone. I end the call and wonder where the secretary is. She should've been here forty minutes ago.
"Where's Tessa?" I ask as George comes down the hall.
"Ah, she's been goin' out for coffee for you every mornin' thinkin' you're gonna make it in. She's still got the hots for you, Jackie Boy."
I hired Tessa Wilkins two years ago without even interviewing her. She's short and thin, too thin if you ask me, with straight blonde hair and a plain face. She's a sweet girl, but the crush she's had on me since she started is not.
"She'll have a right fit when she finds out you've got yourself a girlfriend, buddy," George says, clapping me on the back. "I kept tellin' her all this time to dress a bit nicer and put a little makeup on and she might've had a chance with ya. Hell, even the ugliest barn looks better with a little paint on it."