Key West (15 page)

“Oh, that’s it,” he breathed, and he pumped up into her hard, only one jarring stroke before his hot groans filled the air and she felt him emptying deep inside her—warm spurts spattering the walls of her cunt.

When he went still, she leaned in until their foreheads touched, and they stayed silent as they both recovered.

“Kiss me,” he whispered finally, and their lips met in a blinding crush, as if trying to take in still more of each other somehow. The long, rough kiss shook her senses.

Afterward, a small smile graced his face. “Let’s go lay down. You wore me out.”

* * * * *

Chris had had every intention of going to sleep, but he couldn’t. He was so consumed with her, he couldn’t stop wanting more. More exploration, more touching and kissing, more of her sweet, sweet pussy—that tight, beautiful pussy that had indeed taken his cock and fucked him so well. It had felt like the supreme victory, the ultimate connection with a woman.

Because you had to work so hard for it
, he told himself.
Because the time spent leading up to it was so intense.

That had to be the explanation, because even as he’d known this wouldn’t be just another fuck, he remained amazed by the white hot passion that had burned between them, by the smoldering embers that still wouldn’t let him sleep.

“How’s your pussy, angel?” He lay on his side next to her, grazing his palm over her stomach and onto the lower curve of her breast. “Is it sore?”

She tilted her head on her pillow. “Maybe. It’s definitely tired,” she said with a sated smile.

His gaze drifted down to her newly shaven mound. He’d nearly combusted from the excitement of shaving her, and even now, the memory made him tremble. “So pretty, baby,” he said, brushing his fingertips over the silky slit. “Turn on your side for a minute, so you can look in the mirror.”

When she did, he let his hand glide down the hourglass shape of her waist, hip, thigh, from behind. “Look how pretty your cunt is.”

Gazing in the mirror, he saw her bite her lip as she studied the bare flesh between her thighs.

Reaching down, he lifted her leg in his palm, stroking her inner thigh and making her slit gape slightly so she could see what it looked like that way. He heard her draw in her breath as she spied the pink center surrounded by smooth skin.

Lowering her thigh, he rolled her onto her back again, leaning over to bestow a kiss on one distended pink nipple. But he knew he wanted more than that—after another peek at those pink folds and her beautifully protruding clit, he wanted the taste of her on his tongue.

“Mmm,” she sighed.

He shot her a playful, sexy look. “I’m sorry I worked your pussy so hard tonight. I should kiss it and make it better.”

Her smile was the shy one he’d come to know.

Easing down her body, he parted her legs and positioned himself in between.

Wet furrows beckoned him, but he simply studied them for a moment, still entranced by her new nudity there. Finally, he pressed his tongue against her dark opening and licked upward through her inner lips and onto her clit.

“Ohhhh…” she moaned.

Tasting her salty hot juice on his tongue, he closed his mouth and swallowed the thin bit of liquid, wanting to feel her essence stretching all through him. “You taste so good, angel.”

After another long, laving pass with his tongue, he began concentrating solely on her clit, delivering firm licks over the turgid nub that poked from the top of her slit. Above him, she emitted a series of quick, hot moans, making his cock harder when she spread her legs farther, as wide as she could.

Within moments, she was lifting herself against his mouth and he latched onto her clit with his lips, sucking as if it were a large nipple, drawing on it deeply, trying to make it grow bigger, longer, make it become more engorged. At the same time, he flicked his tongue over the firm nub within his mouth.

He watched her as he worked, her eyes shut, her pale lips parted in passion, her fingers curling tight into the bedcovers.

Your breasts, angel—touch your breasts.

Chris had seen so many breasts since his arrival in Key West that it was astonishing to him that any woman’s had the same intense power over him as they had when he was a teenager and the wonder of a woman’s body was new. Yet Carrie’s large, round breasts, with their perfect pink crests, nearly made him crazy. Not touching them on the
Party Barge
had been pure torture, and now they provided the most pleasing landscape—or would that be bodyscape?—to his hungry eyes as he pleasured her pussy with his mouth. He loved watching their gentle jiggle as she pumped her cunt against him, the way their weight rested slightly to either side as she lay on her back, a natural sway.

Then, as if she were reading his mind—or maybe just, again, letting go of her inhibitions—her palms slid up over the two mounds of flesh.

Oh yes, angel. Squeeze them for me.

Her hands closed around their curves and began to knead, nearly driving his cock into spasms. Her fingers curled into her breasts as sensually as they had the blankets at her sides. He continued licking her, letting her fuck his mouth, as she panted and moaned above, drawing her fingers close around her lovely mauve nipples to tweak and pinch and play.

She clenched her teeth and he felt as well as saw the raging fire gathering inside her. She pumped at him rigorously, so he suckled her hot little nub with relentless force, as well—knowing the time for gentleness was through and that now she wanted everything hard and intense, to get her off.

“Oh God,” she whimpered prettily.

He sucked hard, harder, as fiercely as he could.

“Oh…oh…”

That’s right, angel. Come for me.

“Unh…”

She fucked his face so brutally now that it almost hurt, but it also delivered a deliciously harsh pleasure.

And then it broke—“Oh! Oh! Oh!”—and she pummeled his mouth with violent thrusts, which he relished, drinking in her juices, along with her hot bliss. He held her clit firm between his lips until the very end, until they’d both wrenched all the ecstasy from her that they could. The satisfaction of taking her there yet again filled him with a blinding joy, something so pleasurable he thought he could almost come himself, just from watching her, from feeling her pussy pound against his mouth.

When he finally drew away—his lips, tongue, and throat saturated with the warm taste of her sweet honey—he wanted nothing more than to ram his cock deep into her lovely, bare cunt. “I want to fuck you so bad,” he murmured unthinkingly against her hip, his hands running up her outer thighs, onto her bare hips, ass.

“You can,” she whispered.

But he shook his head. “No.” Her legs were closed now, but he stroked his fingertips over her cunt, her clit still prominent. “We need to give your sweet little pussy the rest of the night off, let it recover from…expansion,” he said with a soft grin.

“But what about you? I want you to come, too.”

“So sweet, angel,” he breathed, pulling himself up alongside her, kissing her shoulder, rubbing the tip of his index finger over one beautifully beaded nipple. Then he rose slowly up onto his knees and gently straddled her waist. “Maybe I’ll do
this
,” he told her, easing his erection into the valley between her sumptuous breasts. “Maybe I’ll fuck these gorgeous mounds.”

As he reached down, cupping her outer breasts and pulling them in to envelop his cock, she let out a pretty sigh, and he knew from the look of wonder on her face that she’d never done this before. He almost couldn’t believe it, wondering how a guy could have Carrie’s lovely breasts at his disposal for so many years and not take the opportunity to occasionally slide his dick between them. Then again, her ex was stupid enough to cheat on her, on their wedding day no less. So the guy couldn’t be very bright.

Gently, he slid his cock between the hugging mounds of flesh, and they both released moans.

“That feels so good,” she breathed.

He peered down into her pretty eyes. “To me, too, angel.”

He delivered another long, slow thrust through her breasts, loving how she looked down on his erection. When a drop of pre-come leaked onto her chest, it made the next stroke slide easier and he let out a sigh of pure pleasure to match hers.

Another achingly slow glide through her breasts and she lowered her chin and opened her mouth, letting the tip of his shaft come inside. The sweet pressure of her lips, the warmth of her snug mouth, drew a low groan all the way from his gut as his whole body tingled with heat.

“That’s so sweet, baby,” he murmured.

Withdrawing, he pulled back far enough that the wetness she’d left on the head of his cock trailed over the path he fucked, lubricating it still more. He eased his next stroke a little deeper into her accepting mouth, feeling so wrapped in her snug warmth that he knew he wouldn’t survive this slow pleasure long.

“That’s right, angel,” he crooned, “a little deeper. Suck me a little deeper with those beautiful lips.”

At the request, she took still more of him in, leaving plenty of moisture to wet her inner breasts.

“So fucking hot, baby,” he breathed over her, his cock feeling massive and ready to explode between her lovely mounds.

He couldn’t go slow any longer—his shaft demanded more. Pressing her breasts even tighter around him, he fucked them harder, faster, his tip ending up in the waiting “o” of her mouth at the end of each thrust. Her flesh was so wet now that he could hear his erection sliding through. Both of them panted and he could tell from the look in her emerald eyes that she loved it as much as he did.

“Ah…soon, baby, soon,” he told her, no longer able to conjure many words. Blood filled his cock, stretching his skin tighter and tighter, the muscle going more rigid with each pass through her breasts and into her mouth. Molding her breasts tighter in his hands, making them into a sheath nearly as snug as her pussy, he sped his fucking even more, felt the blood gathering even further, felt the pleasure ready to spill, on the edge, on the edge, until… “Now,” he breathed.

Releasing her breasts, he grabbed his cock and held it down, aiming it at the two plump mounds of flesh. An inexorable satisfaction filled him, even in mid-orgasm, to watch his white fluid arc across the curve of her breast and over her nipple. The next shot spurted onto her other pale breast and slightly higher. A third spattered her rib cage.

To his surprise, after she watched him come, she rose onto her elbows and reached for his cock, clearly hungry for the semen still sputtering lightly from the tip. She sucked his head into her mouth, making him groan deep as he began to massage his come into her perfect orbs.

Releasing him, she moaned, arching her breasts into his hands, a wicked little smile reshaping her face.

“Mmm, baby, I love what a dirty little angel you’ve become.”

She licked her lips, looking as if she was trying to draw in every last remnant of his semen, and the sight practically made him hard all over again. “All for you,” she purred.

Slowly, he began to ease down beside her in the bed, never taking his gaze from her eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” Something in his gut pinched as he spoke, though. Because he’d felt those words just a little too much. He wasn’t talking only about her eyes, or her face, or her body—he was talking about the whole package: the angel, the
fallen
angel, the lover who yearned to suck his cock dry.

She turned on her side to face him, running one hand down his chest. “You are, too,” she whispered.

He let her sweet words permeate him as he lay staring into her eyes, studying the tiny flecks of gold sprinkled in the emerald. The moment was at once intense but comfortable, relaxed, as if the two of them had lain here like this, gazing on each other, a million times before.

“So,” he finally said, “tell me about you and this bookstore of yours.”

She smiled slightly. “It’s my dream come true,” she said. “Both of my sisters are in advertising—they have big city jobs where they wear suits to work every day. But I never wanted that sort of existence. Even so, when I graduated from college with a degree in marketing, I ended up taking a job at a market research company. A good job. A high-pressure job. And I was miserable. Two years later I chucked it all and opened a bookstore in a trendy area near my apartment. It was a risky move, because independent bookstores don’t usually fare well these days with the advent of the superstore. But my marketing skills helped, both with picking the right location and with getting the store on its feet after I opened.”

“So you have a thriving business?”

She nodded, looking proud. “I’m doing very well. Even thinking of expanding—of converting the alleyway behind the store into a courtyard where people can drink coffee and read, and where my book clubs can meet in nice weather.”

He raised his eyebrows. If she’d told him all this a couple of days ago, when he’d only met the timid angel in curls, he might have been surprised. But he’d already seen that underneath her shy shell, Carrie wasn’t afraid to go after what she wanted, so he could easily believe her success. “That’s great. What’s the name of your store?”

“The Bookmark. The sign over my door is designed like a bookmark lying on its side, with a cutout wooden tassel hanging down. It’s all very quaint and simple, to match the neighborhood I’m in. Lots of warm colors and cozy easy chairs. We even have a mascot,” she said, smiling playfully.