Chapter Five

 

I pulled into Carter’s drive, parking next to his truck. His house was one of the smallest on the block, but still had a great view of the beach. I got out of my car, and before I could open the backdoor, Carter was outside, ready to help. “Let me get those,” he said, leaning in to give me a quick kiss on the cheek.

He reached into the backseat, grabbed my two small bags of groceries, and walked with me to his front door.

Inside, the entry was decorated with pictures of small kids, a boy and a girl. “That’s my niece and nephew, the loves of my life,” he told me as we entered.

The furniture was new, modern, and situated so you could view the large stone fireplace. No TV.

A granite countertop wrapped around the kitchen, open to the dining area, and a large window offered a slight view of the ocean. “This is amazing,” I gasped.

“I had a hell of a time taking up the shag carpet and tearing down the Playboy bunny wallpaper before you got here,” he teased.

“Wow, you’re really sixty, aren’t you?” I laughed.

The kitchen was a dream. An island in the center offered an induction cooktop, a sink, and large wooden carving station. The outside wall was mostly windows, all providing different views of the beautiful beach across the street. “If I could just tear down that one house,” Carter said, glaring out the window at a large three-story that blocked the better part of his view.

“I guess you could build up,” I suggested.

“I thought about it. Maybe when I have kids,” he said without hesitating.

I was a little shocked to hear him mention kids. That was something most men I’d met in their twenties refused to think about. “You want kids?” I asked carefully.

“Of course; don’t you?” he asked.

I smiled. “Yes.”

“Shew,” he swiped his hand across his forehead dramatically. “Glad that topic’s handled,” he laughed.

“Not really. How many?” I asked, deciding to push the topic a bit further.

“Four,” he said, again without hesitation.

“Wow. I would love four,” I said.

“But only if there is a set of twins,” we both said at the same time.

“Damn, I knew you were perfect,” he growled, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me in close.

His lips teased mine, so close I could almost taste them, but not close enough to touch.

Our eyes locked, and for a moment, it felt as though our minds, hearts, and souls were in sync.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered.

“You’ve seen me almost every day,” I giggled as my cheeks blushed pink.

“Yeah, for a nano-second. I missed holding you,” he corrected himself.

“I have to admit, I was afraid that you’d lost interest when I backed out of our make-out session,” I said softly.

His lips pressed into mine, gently working his tongue into my mouth, and kissing me with as much passion as our first. He slowly pulled back, leaving my weak in the knees and a little dizzy. “It’ll just be that much better that we waited,” he whispered.

My body melted into his arms as my head snuggled into his chest. A long sigh escaped my lips as his hand caressed my back.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“No,” I lied.

“Do you want a drink?” he asked.

“Not really,” I replied, looking up at him with my ‘kiss me’ eyes.

“What would you like to do?” he asked playfully.

“I’d like to quit waiting,” I flirted.

“Hot damn, that’s exactly what I wanted to do,” he said with a large grin on his face.

“Let’s get a drink and go upstairs to the hot tub,” he suggested, grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses from the counter.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” I whined.

“I was hoping you hadn’t,” he winked, and motioned for me to follow him up the spiral staircase.

The entire upper level was his master suite. The carpet was so plush, my sandals sunk into it, letting my toes get tickled by the silky fibers. A large bed was situated in the center of the room, near a big window that took up the entire wall. He grinned over his shoulder as I stood there with my mouth hanging open. “This is amazing,” I said, when I really wanted to say, “How can you afford this on a cop’s salary?”

“Ladies first,” he said, pushing open a set of large French doors that led to a beautiful deck.

I stepped out, feeling the ocean breeze cool against my skin. Carter set the glasses and bottle of wine down on a small table near the hot tub, and proceeded to uncork the alcohol and then pour us each a full glass.

He leaned over, turned on the jets to the tub, and then swished his hand around to check the temperature. “Perfect,” he said.

I blushed. “What if someone sees?” I asked.

He laughed. “Then I guess they’ll call the cops and I’ll have to arrest you for real, this time.”

I looked around, realizing the deck was offset in a way that was pretty private. “No one will see,” he promised.

“You will,” I sighed, suddenly worried about undressing in front of him.

“I’ll turn away. You get undressed and get under the bubbles. I won’t see a thing,” he said convincingly as he covered his eyes, peeking through his fingers with a wide grin before turning around.

I looked around once more, ensuring it was private enough to quickly undress and not be noticed by any neighbors. Carter was true to his word, keeping his back turned while I slipped out of my yoga pants, panties, and tank top. The water was hot as I took my first step into the tub, causing me to delay my quick retreat to the water like I’d planned. “Are you in?” he asked.

I walked in, sunk into the hot water, and told him it was safe to turn around.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” he sighed. “Turn around,” he ordered playfully.

I did as he said, and then moments later felt him enter the water next to me.

He leaned forward, grabbing our drinks, handing me one as he snuggled in next to me.

“This really is beautiful,” I said softly, gazing out at the ocean.

“You’re truly beautiful,” he whispered in my ear, and then his lips pressed against my shoulder.

The sensation between my legs was growing into a wild ache as his lips wandered around my smooth skin. I set my drink down, lifted his chin with my hand, and brought his mouth to mine for a passionate kiss.

Water swirled around my body, tickling me in places I didn’t know could be tickled. Our tongues entangled as our bodies pushed together, feeling the bareness of our skin touch for the first time. It was sensual, erotic, and being outside, somewhat naughty.

Carter’s hands brushed back my hair, and then lowered to my shoulders. His eyes stared into mine with an intensity that made me want him with everything I had in me. “Let me pleasure you while you enjoy your wine,” he whispered, reaching behind me to grab my glass.

I took the glass as he handed it to me, not sure of what he had planned, but excited to find out.

His smile was wickedly delicious, and his eyes seductively intoxicating. I nodded, knowing I was blushing, but ready for what was to come.

He slowly lowered his hands into the water, letting them settle at my hips. He caressed me, squeezing me gently with the motion of the water, and then worked his way to my breasts. “Sip,” he insisted.

I did as I was told.

His hands cupped my breasts, massaging them as his thumbs teased my tight nipples with small flicks. “Close your eyes,” he insisted.

It was awkward at first. But, once they were closed, my body relaxed and it became difficult to determine what were the jets, his mouth, or his hands.

My nipples sucked into his lips, his teeth gently tugging at them to pull them from the warmth of the water. The cool air was wildly sensual, and then the anticipation of the warmth of his mouth covering them was erotically delightful.

My legs parted, letting the jets blast against my hungry pussy. Carter’s hands caressed my legs, working my flesh away from my inner thighs, pulling my swollen pussy lips apart.

His mouth was on my neck, sucking, licking, and kissing, and then on my lips. I was lost in the moment, drunk with desire as moans rolled from my lips, and sighs poured from my throat.

My body rolled towards him, my legs opening wide enough for his hand to slide between them to the spot that now ached for attention. His fingers slid between my labia, spreading me open wide as another teased my clit with circular motions.

“I want to watch you come,” he whispered, sliding a single finger into my slippery cunt.

He worked it in and out slowly, my hips rocking in the same motion, begging for more. His hard cock pressed against my leg, my hand immediately sinking into the water to grasp it.

Soft strokes up and down his thick shaft brought a growl from his throat, and brought me closer to orgasm just knowing he was pleased.

Another finger slid inside of me, fucking me with the same steady rhythm. His mouth wrapped around my left breast, sucking it into the warmth of his cheeks, letting his tongue tease my nipple as he continued to fuck me with his long, thick fingers.

I was close, real close, and Carter quickly pulled his fingers from inside of me, and his mouth from my breast. “Don’t open your eyes,” he ordered.

I obliged, even though I was dying to know why he stopped.

His hands gripped my hips, moving me in the same motion he had been fucking me with his hand, slowly, steady, and upwards towards the surface of the water.

“Lean back, and let your body float to me,” he whispered.

My arms gripped the side of the tub and my back pressed against it. I let him continue his rocking until I felt the cold ocean air between my legs. He parted my legs, and then my labia, again opening me wide, but this time I knew he was able to see my most intimate parts.

Warm breath pushed onto my cunt, warming it, tickling it, and causing it to throb. His fingers slid just between my pussy lips, teasing my entrance with only slight penetration, even when I pushed towards his hand.

“I could come just watching you, looking at you,” he said softly.

His finger slid inside of my cunt, slowly, but deep. He didn’t move it, didn’t fuck me, and ordered me to hold still. The warmth of his mouth covered my clit, and his lips sucked it in, tugging it away from my body as my cunt began to throb around his finger.

Moans rolled from my lips as they trembled wildly, and my heart raced with excitement as my orgasm unleashed, unseen by me, into the openness of the outdoors.

Carter lowered me into the water slowly, pulling his finger from inside of me once the throbbing subsided. It was by far the best orgasm I’d ever experienced, and I couldn’t wait for more.

“How was that?” he asked, gripping his wine glass and chugging it down.

I could barely speak. I just nodded and mumbled something that sounded like gibberish as he smiled.

He stood from the water, setting his glass down on the table, and extended his hand to me. My eyes lingered on his hard cock, standing at attention just inches from my mouth. I wanted to taste him, to please him the way he’d pleased me, but it was obvious he had other plans.

“Come with me,” he whispered.

I stood from the water, taking his hand and seeing his eyes as they gazed upon my nude body for the first time. I knew he’d seen me, all of me, but there was something so sensual about the way his eyes danced along my curves while still maintaining contact with mine.

He wrapped me in a large towel, drying me gently before grabbing one for himself.

I let him guide me to the bed, where he slowly pushed me to my back.

His hands gripped my legs, just at my thighs, and pulled my ass to the edge of the mattress where his cock was waiting.

For a slight second, I wondered if he’d measured the height of the bed for this very purpose when in the salesroom. The thought made me giggle, to which he grinned. “I love when you smile,” he said.

If only he knew what I was smiling about.

He reached behind him, fumbling inside a case on his dresser until finding what he searched for inside. A foil package, bright blue and shiny, was in his hand, and then between his teeth as he ripped it open.

I watched as he pulled the condom from the package and slowly rolled it down his hard cock.

His thumb pressed into my clit like it was a button. Circular motions made me squirm and moan as he situated himself at my entrance. My cum was still slippery between my lips as the head of his cock slid up and down my slit to lubricate before plunging into me.

I was ready, so ready. His hands gripped my legs, pulling me onto him, sinking his manhood into my body with a smooth, tight thrust. My body swallowed him, pulsating around him, pulling him in deeper without moving. He growled a sexy, deep growl, and his head fell back onto his shoulders as he buried himself into my soft flesh to his balls.

My legs held high in the air as he began to fuck me, his eyes on me, his balls slapping against my open ass, and the penetration deeper than I’d ever felt made my orgasm roar through my body and explode onto him like a volcano erupting.

He stopped, taking in the sensation of my tightening cunt around his member, and then leaned down between my legs, letting his mouth press against mine.

“I could watch you orgasm all night,” he whispered, pulling away slowly and continuing his thrusts.

He swelled inside of me, let out a roar, and never took his eyes from me as his warm cum filled the condom, making me wish it were my throat it flooded.