| All that was left was for us to climb up from the sand. I fiddled with my breasts, stuffing them back into my bra, and then quickly repositioned my skirt. Nick, on the other hand, was having a rather difficult time with his cock. The thing just wouldn't stay down. He finally just stuffed it behind his zipper, while I took great pleasure in watching. It was thrilling to watch him struggling with it. But even more than that, it was a major turn on. If he was indeed as hard and huge as he seemed, I would surely be in for a hell of a ride later on. I took a shower later that evening, softly brushing the lathered soap all over my body, circling my still swollen breasts, grazing the hair surrounding my center. I felt the swelling of my clit, just the slightest touch causing me to quiver. It had been hours since Nick and I's romp at the beach, but still my "hard on" lingered. As much as I longed for release, I resisted the temptation to masturbate. Nick had damn sure earned it--let him have it. It was agony waiting for him to arrive. That...that thing was all I could think of, all I could see, no matter what I did. I tried to sit down and eat. There it was. I tried to watch tv. There it was. I flopped down on the couch, taking deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves. Unsuccessfully. The moment I closed my eyes, all I could see was that long, thick, hard cock fighting to get out of his pants. The racing beats of my heart gradually slowed as four short raps on the door sounded throughout my apartment, precisely seven minutes after he was due. I stepped aside as he casually entered, mentioning he wanted to watch a documentary on coastal hurricanes from ten to eleven thirty, if I didn't mind. I have no idea why he brought that up. Perhaps to let me know we'd be done by then. We sat for a while, desperately trying to maintain pleasant conversation. I recall him mentioning something or another about tour plans and stage sets. I could have sworn he made a remark about how he had to do a second costume fitting, making adjustments to accommodate his raging cock, begging to be emancipated. Then again, it was probably just my amative imagination. It wasn't long before our bodies took over and communicated for us. I didn't waste any time exposing my body to him. I didn't really see the point. I simply pulled my short, cotton chemise over my head, leaving myself in full frontal nudity. I straddled his legs, resting on his lap as he sat on the couch. I felt a tad bid decadent, still unable to shake my voluptuous reservations. But I quickly pressed on. I mean, hey. I said only a tad bit. The foreplay seemed to last forever, touching, caressing, licking, embracing. It was as though we were both trying to stretch things out, hoping we each could last. It would have made things a lot easier if we went straight for the bing-bang-boom, all done. I'm sure I nor the captive being held back behind the layer of crotch cotton material of his pants wouldn't have minded. My cunt felt like a dress, two sizes too small, that had come undone at the seams, desperately searching for cock. My nipples stood tall, at attention like an army cadet, my breasts swollen like balloons. The feeling of nausea was beginning to creep in, hot flashes blazing through my body, which often happens to me when I get a sexual build up such as that one and am denied release. Ten pm had rolled around before we knew it. The tv was in my bedroom. Hmmnnnn. How convenient. When we reached the bed, Nick fully undressed, finally revealing his erection to my soft brown eyes for the very first time. It was incredibly beautiful, jutting out in front of him like a long sword. The color the slightest bit off since he had grown so large. It made him, well...cue Jessica. *He's irresistible. Up close and pers...* Uh...cut. Thank you. By this time I no longer wished to restrain myself. I reached back into my mind and whipped out my naughty little desire from earlier to just reach out and grab onto his cock. Which I did. Good lord, I did, holding on to it for dear life. I encircled it with one hand, rubbing my thumb over the full head of it, a deep red knot sprinkled with his pre-cum. Nick quivered at my touch and moved closer to me. I wasted no time taking its tip into my mouth, its heat warming my lips. The smooth skin, the folds, the tiny bumps and curves lingering on my tongue. I took his balls in my other hand, rolling them around in my palm, raking my nails along the skin. Nick, he was moaning. His eyes were closed. His breathing was heavy. The tv flashed all sort of colors and images over our bodies, the hosts reporting to an extremely inattentive crowd. I moved my mouth along Nick's length, steady movements back and forth, rolling my tongue around it. Mimicking that of a popsickle. I gradually increased my speed as his orgasm neared. Faint slurping sounds escaped from under my lips every few seconds. One thing's for sure. If that had been a popsickle, it would have been dissolved in my mouth in record timing. Once I had swallowed down his release, we laid down on the bed. He put his head between my legs, parting my cunt's lips with his tongue. He used his thick tongue like a skilled tool to lick all around my watering pussy. His lips caressed my folds, sucking and nipping gently at the tender skin. Licking up the juice that flowed forth. His hair tickled my moist thighs as I raked my nails over his scalp, twirling the ends in my fingers. His fingers dug into my flesh as he intensified the oral attention. I looked down at him for a while, waiting and wondering when he would stop, as I had suspected. As other men had. But he didn't. Yeah, okay. I admit it. I had engaged in oral sex a couple times before. Even the purest of us on earth need a little sexual attention, take our minds off things. You know. He was clearly enjoying what he was doing to me. So far be it for me to deny him the pleasure. He was even making low humming, moaning noises as though he were at the dinner table enjoying a delicious meal. So, I just laid my head back on the pillow, trying to let go and relax, for once. Releasing all my body's tensions and reservations. I inevitably found that the more I relaxed, the better his oral attention felt to me. Soon all of my attention was focused at my center, my drenched pussy and his hungry mouth. I became aware of an orgasm, amazingly surfacing deep within my body. I had never before been able to climax from oral sex. But even so, I knew from the start that if any man could bring it on, it was him. He eventually stopped, but only for a brief moment. The reason he stopped: "God, your pussy is so sweet. I could eat you forever." He then returned to his eating. His kind words turned me on almost more than his actions. Almost. I knew it was near. My body bucked, my insides yearned, reaching out for that climax. My body trembled uncontrollably, my legs shaking around him. I had to fight to keep them from collapsing onto Nick's head. My body temperature raised as my head began to spin. Involuntary moans, whimpers, gasps, escaping my throat, filling the room. Drowning out the ominous mixture of sights and sounds flashing on the television. Nick smoothly inserted a finger into my pussy. My walls immediately grabbed ahold of it, as if it were trying to milk it for some kind of essential fluid. I rolled my head all around the pillow, my hair falling all around me, as he moved up to my eye level, his body resting right beside me. Nick talking to me the whole time. "You're so lovely when you cum. You know that?" He placed gently butterfly kisses all along my jawline, capturing snippets of skin within his lips every few seconds. "Mmmnnn...the way you move, is beautiful." When the shuddering of my first orgasm finally came and went, he wasted no time raising himself over my body, gently and swiftly sliding his cock into my pussy. He did it so smoothly, so slowly that I could feel it scraping against every inch of my walls, seemingly floating on the wetness brought upon by his graciousness. Once he had slipped all the way in, he felt very large inside of me, his cock extending to every part, every nook, every wall of me. He filled me. Nick was definitely a powerful man. Strong. As he thrusted inside of me, I could see his muscles flexing in the dim light of the television, flashing over every tiny definition of his arms, his shoulders. When he rested his chest on mine, burying his face in my neck, I could see the muscles of his back moving, flexing, contracting under his movement. He slid up and down my body, the wetness sandwiched between us allowing him to do so with ease. Our skin glistening under the light, splashed with sweat. However, his back, his chest, his body was not all that I focused on. His face. If ever I had dreamed up in my mind my image of the perfect man, he would fit that description undoubtedly to a tee. His eyes were medium sized, the softest splash of blue centered within them. A slight contrast with his barley tanned skin. His mouth was soft and sensuous. His chin firm, yet rounded. His cheeks revealing the tiniest hint of immaturity, age wise that is. Every time I just knew we were done, Nick started up once more. The second time, he turned me over and pulled me up on all fours, doggy style and fucked me from behind. Guiding me back and forth by the hips, smoothly pushing and pulling his cock in and out of me. When I had daydreamed about sex, about my first time, second time, whenever. I never dreamed I would have liked that particular position. A little too, well, I'll say ruffian-esque for my taste. Especially for a first time experience. But Nick. You know he made it feel good. He somehow drove his length into me at an downward angle, in such a way that I felt no pain at all. I willingly came again in this position and when he came, shortly after me, he repositioned me. Again. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling over the side, while he dropped a pillow on the floor, kneeling down on it. This particular way, he could fuck me easily without either of us having to put that much effort into it. He pushed into me, pumping in and out, slower stokes this time, while rolling his thumb over my engorged clit. Needless to say I came pretty quickly. Again. Then we moved back to the bed. I could tell he was getting a bit tired so I took over, straddling him, riding the hell out of his dick. I swerved my hips back and forth over his length, rubbing my hands up and down his soaked, heaving chest. As his cock moved back and forth inside of me, I took it upon myself to give my clit a little extra attention. He ran his hands over my breasts, his gaze locked on mine the whole time, a slight grin on his face. At this point I was way too tired and worked up to manage a smile. By the time I mustered up the facial expression, I had come. Again. The hell with it, I told myself as I flopped down onto his chest, a noise close to that of a car splashing through a puddle seeming to escape from in-between or bodies. Of course it always could have been the sounds from the ongoing weather documentary on the television. The last position...yeah, I know. I swear this was the last one. You're sitting there, jaw on the ground, how do you think I felt? This man was incredible. It was the same position as the first, missionary, him on top of me. It amazed me the way for as long as he was in me, my clit was constantly on the verge of climaxing. By this time I was extremely fatigued, yet wasn't about to interrupt this man. Hell, he was on a roll. Why stop now. It was right about then that it happened. His body grew stiff as he moaned onto my lips, his smoothly tongue parting them. I remained as still as I could, not wanting to close down on his cock. I wanted for him to cum on his own, I at least owed him that much. His fluid exploded into me with great intensity. He pumped into me with each spurt, once twice, three times. And then releasing even more after a few more seconds. My hands rode his ass cheeks as he lunged forward, pushing him deep into me. He withdrew from me and fell beside me onto the bed, his breathing very heavy. We both looked towards the television as the room became dark, white colored credits rolling along a black background on the screen. We had made love for an astonishing hour and a half. He had missed the documentary. "I, I'm really sorry," I told him, looking into his eyes. "I'm not," he stated bluntly, watching me for a few seconds, no particular expression on his face. He took my hand and kissed it. "So when can we do this again?" "Not right now. That's for damn sure," I told him in a jaded, breathy tone. He laughed. I didn't. As it came to be, Nick was the only man I ever made love with outside of marriage. But that was far off down the road. We were together a short time. Couple weeks at the most. Our short time together was meaningful. Filled with emotion, sometimes loving tenderness, sometimes raging pain. We had a long discussion about the meaning of our lives, where we each wanted to ultimately go. Whether or not we should try to go on. As a team. I would say that the end to our relationship came about as abruptly and unexpectedly as the beginning. Leaving us both in shock. I was anyway. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was his job. I don't know. Maybe. It could have been a lot of things. But I think it was safe to conclude that it all just fell through the growing gap looming between us. It's been 4 years since I broke up with Nick Carter. Kaylie and I are doing well. Nick. He doesn't know. Kaylie. I'm not sure if he ever will. By the time I had found out I was pregnant, he was already gone. On tour. Away. It's a shame too. You should see her. She looks just like him. It's okay though. Kaylie and I. We're happy in our own little way. I'll tell her. Someday. About him. Maybe when she's older. I don't want her growing up some random, rock and roll clich�. I think there's definitely something to be acknowledged about being involved in a loving, nurturing relationship. With a man. However, there's also great benefits to being alone. And I'm sure if I just sit here on this rock long enough, gazing out over the ocean, it'll come to me what one or more of those benefits might be. "Hey mama," Kaylie yells out to me, her little pink sundress wet all the way up to her tummy. I must admit I'm a little irritated to have my thoughts interrupted. "What," I say back, in a solemn tone. "I love you," she says with a smile before turning and tossing a seashell into the water. |