I looked down, noticing that the head of his dick was peeking out of his waistband. It looked velvety soft and I wanted to drag my tongue all around it.
In a flurry of activity, we got naked and he pushed me back on the bed, crawling over me. He kissed me hard, and then his lips trailed down my neck and he sucked my other nipple.
“I want you,” I said, not caring that I sounded so desperate. My hips were gyrating, seeking his dick.
“I have to taste you,” he murmured, as his lips moved down over my belly.
My clit was burning, and while I rather he fucked me, I settled for his mouth because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stand it.
He pushed my thighs open and settled between them. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Jess.”
“Make me come.” I couldn’t remember ever feeling so on edge, especially so early in a sexual encounter.
“Oh, I will. Over and over.” He dipped his head, sucking my clit, and I screamed out. It was possible the entire ship heard me, but I didn’t care. He sucked and his tongue licked and flicked my clit until I was a babbling fool.
Then he dragged his tongue through my folds, lapping at my pussy entrance.
“Carter.” I whimpered.
“I’m going to make you come, Jess.”
“Yes.” My fingers gripped his head, pushing him back down.
He pushed my thighs open wider and then his tongue was thrusting inside me, lapping my sensitive walls. My hips were rocking, fucking his face as pressure built and built until I couldn’t breathe.
His thumb and forefinger pinched my clit as he plunged his tongue inside me again, and I finally understood what it meant to see fireworks. Lights blasted in my brain. Sparks flashed along my skin.
“Yes!” I cried out as pleasure swamped my body making it convulse.
Slowly he brought me down, and I vowed that when I had the strength, I’d return the favor.
But then he shifted, pushing my knees up and out opening me wider. “More,” he said, and then his mouth was on me again.
1
Carter
A grin spread on my face, as I soaked in the sun and felt the wind in my hair, on my drive to my father's house on the coast outside of San Diego, California. I was just back from a long trip through Asia for business, and I was glad to be in my own convertible, driving out to see my father. I'd been traveling so much that I was feeling guilty about not seeing him enough since his accident in which he hurt his back. I knew he was in good hands with my other brothers and my grandmother watching over him, but my father was an amazing man and I wanted to do my part to be there for him as well.
I was glad that I hadn’t booked any more travel in the next few weeks, as it seemed like every time I returned from my business trips, something had changed. The last time, Hunter had shown up with Kellie’s sister Natalie, saying he and Natalie were getting married.
Two brothers marrying two sisters. In some ways I was glad Kellie and Natalie didn't have any more sisters. Noah and I both agreed on that the night we heard about Hunter and Natalie when we were at Cesare’s having a drink. I didn't have anything against love and marriage, but I also knew that having a family meant roots. Of all my brothers, I was the one that liked to travel the most. Jet lag never brought me down. On every business trip, I found a way to take time to see the sights, particularly off the beaten path. Although I'd met women who enjoyed travel, I hadn’t met any that had a real thirst for adventure. At least not since the cruise that I took nearly 4 years ago.
That week with Jess was still one of the most amazing in my life, and there were times that I regretted keeping to our plan of not sharing last names or more personal details. At the same time, I understood that part of what made my memories of that week so sweet, was that they were untainted by real life.
I pulled into the drive of my father's house and parked next to a car that looked older than me. Generally, his staff parked over near the garage, so I wondered who was visiting him.
I walked up to the front door of the house, remembering the day my parents had bought it. When I was really little, we lived in an affluent area inland, but my father had a love of the ocean, and particularly of surfing. And so, my parents bought this house, a
nd moved us all out here.
My mother wasn't as in love with the ocean, as my father was, but she was totally enthralled with my father. I could still picture her smile as she would watch him surfing in the ocean from the back terrace. She often smiled at me and my brothers the same way. The memory was bittersweet because it wasn't long after that that my mother died, and a bit of my father with her. But in coming back to the house to visit him, there was a part of me that felt like I was coming to visit her as well.
I walked through the front door without bothering to knock. The house was quiet, and I didn't see any signs of his housekeeper. I looked straight through the living area to the French doors leading out to the terrace. My father was on all fours facing the ocean, extending his right arm in front of them, and his left leg extending behind him.
Next to him was a woman in the same position, but she was much more appealing to look at than he was. It wasn't just that her body was long, lean, and strong. The man in me noticed the sublime ass and narrow taper at her waist. I considered standing there and waiting until they finished, but I might get called out for ogling, and so I opened the door to step out on the terrace.
She must've heard the opening squeak of the door, as her head turned back to look at me over her shoulder. I froze mid-step out the door as recognition came to me.