“So I’m forgiven?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” she whispered.
“Good. I want to make love to you Carrie.” His blue eyes turned bright as midnight stars.
“God, yes! My bedroom is upstairs. It is the first door on the right.”
He stood, lifting her in his arms. His mouth again took hers. He stumbled once on the stairs, but quickly regained his footing. He kicked the door to her room open and dropped her on the bed. She lay, sprawled on top of the quilt, taking in every movement. He undressed quickly. Carrie licked her suddenly dry lips. He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. He had broad shoulders, muscular chest and biceps. He didn’t sport a six pack, but he was toned. Carrie realized that his job required him to lift patients so he would have to keep in shape.
As her eyes continued downward, she almost cried at the beauty of his cock. It was thick, proud and glistening with a few droplets of pre-cum.
“Like what you see?” he asked, amusement coloring his voice.
Rather than answering, Carrie looked up at him. She smiled, and slowly crawled across the bed. Cradling his heavy balls in her warm hand, she opened her mouth wide and devoured his length. No time for sweetness. She wanted to taste him, all of him. She felt his hands wrapped in her hair and heard him groan. Loosening her throat, she took him deeply inside of her mouth, sucking, slurping. His cock tasted as good as his lips had and she couldn’t get enough. She was a starving woman and he was her only food.
“Jesus, Carrie. I’m going to cum if you keep that up.”
This was all the encouragement she needed. She began to massage his sac and ran a finger gently along his perineum. She moved her head up and down. Her lips tightly encircled his length and her tongue pressed against the side of his shaft. She needed him, needed him to feed her. She’d never had much sexual experience but she’d always enjoyed servicing her partner. Stephen’s rod seemed made for her mouth.
Her jaws began to ache delightfully with the effort needed to keep her teeth away from his flesh. She felt his hands tighten in her hair and he pushed her head down. She started to gag but quickly controlled the reflex. Her lips flush against his base. Hot cream hit the back of her throat. She swallowed again and again, drinking his essence. Finally, he released his hold on her and she felt him relax. She kept her mouth on his slowly shrinking manhood, licking and sucking him clean.
Stephen took a step back. Carrie felt bereft at the loss of his touch. He knelt before her and kissed her.
“Woman, you’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured in her ear. “You’ve had your fill. Now it’s my turn. Strip for me, baby.”
Slowly, Carrie stood up. Stephen took her place on the bed, his arms beneath the back of his head. One button at a time, Carrie loosened her blouse, revealing milk white skin a little at a time. Silently, she thanked the Spirits of Lingerie that she had put on her one lacy, sexy bra and matching pink panties that morning. She dropped the blue blouse to the floor.
“Jesus, woman,” Stephen whispered, his eyes locked on her breasts.
Smiling, Carrie kicked off her shoes. She slowly, carefully, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Turning her back to him, she bent over, wiggling her bottom as she stepped out of the denim. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed how dark Stephen’s eyes had become. His obvious appreciation egged her on. With her back still to him, she unhooked her bra. She turned around, holding the lacy material in place with one hand. She dropped the straps from her shoulders.
“You sure you want to see me?” she purred.
“Positive,” he answered. Stephen was now sitting upright, one hand wrapped around his hardening cock.
Carrie giggled and allowed her bra to drop to the floor. She ran her hands over her breasts, gently tweaking her rosy nipples.
“More,” Stephen begged.
Bending at the waist, Carrie finished her strip by shimmying out of her panties. She exposed her neatly trimmed triangle of soft blonde curls.
“I need to taste you. Climb up here,” Stephen ordered.
“Whatever you wish,” she softly answered.
Stephen directed her legs over his body. He pulled her upwards until she was position directly over his face. With one quick movement, he flicked his tongue over her slit. Carrie hissed in pleasure and tipped her head back. Her hands grasped onto the headboard for support.