She swallowed, looking down at the tie in his hand. It was undone, but the robe was still closed. “You don’t need to stop.”
“Are you sure?” He pressed his index finger to her chest, at the V the close of the robe made, and began to trace down the opening.
“Yes.” She shifted, letting the robe fall open for him, seeing his eyes darken with lust. “Please. Don’t stop.”
He groaned, giving in, and she did, too, drawing his head to her breasts, arching her back. His tongue made fat circles against her nipples, sending sweet pulses through her, straight to her sex.
“God you’re gorgeous,” he moaned, cupping her breasts and pressing them together, his tongue trying to span the distance between her nipples as quickly as possible, back and forth, making Carrie dizzy with wanting him.
“So wet,” she murmured, taking his hand and pressing it between her thighs. He kissed his way down her belly, his fingers moving, parting her swollen pussy lips and exploring.
“Yes you are,” he agreed, slipping his fingers from her cleft and sucking them.
She grabbed his hand and lifted it to her own mouth, making him moan as she licked her own juices from his fingers. “Oh, god, I’m so fucking hard for you.”
“Let’s see.” She smiled, sinking to her knees before his chair. His boxers were nicely tented and she tugged them down, grasping him in her hand. Gorgeous, thick and hard-very hard. She leaned in and licked the head of his cock, slowly exploring him with her tongue. His hand moved in her hair, eyes half-closed, watching her take him into her mouth.
“Easy, girl,” he murmured as she began to pick up the pace, greedy for him, sucking hungrily. “I want to fuck you.”
She moaned at the thought of his cock inside of her, sliding her tongue down his shaft to circle the tightening sac of his balls. His hands moved down to cup her breasts, fingering her nipples, making her wiggle between his thighs.
“Upstairs,” he instructed, helping her stand, kissing her deeply before turning and marching her up the stairs.
The bed was a cloud oasis and they both stripped down to nothing before crawling in together, kissing and rolling and groping each other in the early morning light.
She found herself on top of him and turned around to grasp his cock, longing to feel it in her mouth again. He throbbed against her tongue, swollen and thickening in her throat as she began to suck him again. He groaned and his hips moved in time with her motions, his hands moving over her ass, drawing her down to his mouth.
“Mmmm!” was all she could vocalize when his tongue parted her pussy lips, lapping gently through her wetness. Her hips rocked, giving him better access, a new direction. His tongue found her clit and she gasped, grasping his cock and squeezing it, stroking instead of sucking as he focused his energy on her hot, swollen nub.
“There,” she urged, moaning louder as his fingers parted her flesh, plunging inside. She was thinking about his cock, already wishing he was inside of her, but his mouth worked magic against her pussy, drawing every last bit of pleasure from her possible. “Oh my god, yes, yes, please, don’t stop!”
He made a noise in his throat, licking her faster, fingering her harder, giving her just what she wanted.
“Oh baby, make me come! I’m gonna come!” She cried out as she hit the point of no return, grinding her hips, mashing her pussy against his face. He grabbed her hips and drank her in, moaning and thrusting up into her fist. She’d almost forgotten about his cock, she was so lost in her own pleasure, shuddering and gasping on top of him.
“Fuck,” he murmured, kissing her wet, trembling thighs. “That was incredible.”
“Mmm,” she murmured, turning around and kissing him, sucking at his tongue, tasting herself. His hands moved down over her curves, rocking her hips, sliding the slit of her pussy up and down against the hard length of his cock. She wanted him inside of her-she had to have him.
“Fuck me,” she murmured, reaching for him, guiding him, aiming him. He let her, moaning softly as she slid down the length of his dick, burying him inside of her. “Oh.
God.” Her eyes flew wide when he was fully into her, pressed as deep as he could go.
“Okay?” His hands gripped her waist, watching her face.
“Oh yes,” she whispered, eyes closing again. “Definitely okay.”
She began to rock on him, back and forth, round and round, finding an easy rhythm, working her way upward again. It had been so long. So very long. He let her lead for a while, biting his lip, but when she got too exuberant, he grabbed her hips, slowing the pace.
“Let me,” he said finally, rolling her to her back, his cock working between her thighs, his hips thrusting. She gave herself over, curling herself around him, arms and 64
legs wrapped tight. The feel of him, so thick and hard and pounding into her like that, was more than enough to take her over the edge.
“Ohhh now,” she managed to whisper, her pussy clamping down around him, making him gasp and thrust deep, grinding her to another orgasm. Her nails raked down his back and over his shoulders, her teeth sinking into his neck, and still he didn’t stop, taking her further, deeper, harder.
“Wait,” she gasped, using both hands to push him far enough away so she could see his face. “Please…oh god…”
“I have to.” He kissed her mouth, her cheek, her chin, desperate. “Please let me…”
“Wait.” She moaned softly, reaching down and sliding him out of her. He sighed, but she turned around for him, looking back over her shoulder. “Like this.”
“Oh Christ.” Doc’s eyes moved over her ass and thighs before grabbing her hips and sliding his cock back into her. “You feel so good.”
“Yes,” she whispered, arching back for him, meeting him. “Fuck me. Oh yes, yes, fuck me hard! Harder!”
He grunted, driving in deeper, his thighs spreading hers. There was no stopping him now and she didn’t want him to. Her fingers found her clit, rubbing in fast circles as he pounded into her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her cheek pressed against the sheets, eyes closing, feeling the insistent pull of another climax in her lower belly. “Oh please, fuck me until I come all over your cock!”
He groaned and gave in, his swollen length throbbing as he came deep inside of her, still thrusting, grinding, giving her more. Carrie met his final onslaught, shuddering beneath him as his weight collapsed her onto the bed, her pussy spasming around his thick length.
“Holy god,” he groaned as he rolled off of her, pulling her into his arms.
“You can say that again,” she gasped, sliding a wet thigh up over his.
“Yeah, but can we do it again?” He grinned, tweaking her nipple, making her squeal.
“Give me five minutes,” she laughed.
“Ten,” he countered, closing his eyes, still smiling.
“Okay,” she conceded, letting herself drift to the rise and fall of his breath. She thought he was sleeping when he squeezed her close and whispered, “So who’s your favorite writer of all time?”
“Hemingway,” she said without hesitation.
He snorted. “Hemingway was a giant misogynist.”
“I know,” she agreed dreamily. “But he could write his ass off.”
“Can’t argue with that,” he replied, smiling and pulling the covers over them both.
* * * *
It was almost dinner time when Carrie woke and remembered Maureen.
“What is it?” Doc murmured, his eyes still closed. He’d sensed she was awake.
“I have to call the hotel and get my messages.”
“Want me to get the phone for you?” Doc asked when she gave no indication of moving out of his arms.
“No, I’ll do it.” When she finally untangled her limbs from Doc’s, she discovered her assumption had been correct-Maureen had left her a message. “Mo wants me to meet her at Captain Tony’s in…” She glanced at the digital clock on the night stand. “An hour.”
