a release Mick had only ever been
able to imagine.
Cara had been reading her fantasies, but Mick had
been conjuring up some of his own. Not wanting to be greedy, Mick stepped back,
dropping his gaze to the floor. He turned, afraid of what her expression might
reveal, stepped into his sneakers and quickly reached for his shirt and wallet,
all with one sweep of his hand across the bureau. His pulse pounded in his
chest, his blood racing.
“I’m going to get a coffee and a hot chocolate for
you,” he said, clearing his throat and hastily leaving the room.
****
Cara put her hand over her mouth, stumbling back
until the bed forced her to sit, her limbs weightless, her mind reeling. Her
body was doing things it only did while she read. Now Mick had done those
things. These sensations were real and so much more pronounced when engaging
with another human.
Her breasts felt heavier, her nipples hard, like
darts. Her pussy was swollen, the apex of her thighs damp. Internal heat flowed
through her belly.
Cara stood on shaky legs. She walked toward the
window. Mick was already gone, but the effects of his body near hers, his kiss,
left an aftermath of sensations Cara wasn’t sure she could ignore.
How long had he been thinking of her that way? Cara
rubbed the sweaty heels of her hands down her thighs and began to pace the
small room. Were things between them going to move to another level? Could they
do that after all this time? The idea of what would come next gnawed at her
nerves. A panicked excitement fluttered through her body. The last time she’d
had any contact of that sort it’d gone badly, a dark memory that she couldn’t
shake. Mick wouldn’t do that, but he was a guy, and men were a part of the
population Cara didn’t have much experience with. Was a physical relationship
something she could take a chance on right now, being so far from home? If
things went badly the only place to run was back to The Hollow.
Cara spun and looked at the small, digital clock on
the nightstand. Mick was only going for coffee and cocoa. It seemed like he’d
been gone for hours. She needed to occupy her thoughts with something else.
Cara grabbed her pack off the floor and rummaged for
her book. Tim and Erin were shopping. Cara sat down on the edge of the bed and
dove into the scene.
****
“That’s gorgeous, baby,” Tim smiled, eyeing her
reflection in the mirror. He turned and locked the door, securing them inside
the small dressing room.
“Again? Here?”
Erin said in a strained whisper. “You never get enough. You’re a naughty man.” She
wagged a finger.
“I could fuck you all day, every hour on the hour,”
Tim smiled slyly. “Now take that thing off so I don’t damage it before we even
pay for it.”
Erin pulled the sundress up and over her head,
placing it back on the hanger. Tim tugged his shirt over his head and fumbled
with his belt and khakis.
“I don’t know anybody who gets naked as quick as
you,” Erin whispered, giggling.
“I do it like nobody’s business.” Tim licked his
lips. He leaned into her ear, his breaths scorching. “Watch me fall to my knees
and gorge on your pussy, then we’ll fuck right in front of the mirror. How’s
that, babe?”
Tim did just that. He removed her thong, raising her
leg. He rested her foot on the small corner bench, giving himself access.
“Mm, so sweet,” he murmured. Tim crawled closer. Erin
looked into the full-length mirror, watching Tim’s tongue swipe through the
folds of her pussy.
“Oh, God,” she gasped. Her eyes rolled across the
ceiling. Airy breaths reverberated through the quiet dressing room. Tim’s
tongue combed her slit, swirling over her clitoris, always in his skilled and
decadent manner.
Erin could smell herself. The scent of her damp
arousal rose into the air. Tim’s tongue pushed up inside her, drinking from her
body. Cool air hit her tissues as he scrambled to his feet and spun her around.
Erin leaned on the mirror, her fingers
able to imagine.
Cara had been reading her fantasies, but Mick had
been conjuring up some of his own. Not wanting to be greedy, Mick stepped back,
dropping his gaze to the floor. He turned, afraid of what her expression might
reveal, stepped into his sneakers and quickly reached for his shirt and wallet,
all with one sweep of his hand across the bureau. His pulse pounded in his
chest, his blood racing.
“I’m going to get a coffee and a hot chocolate for
you,” he said, clearing his throat and hastily leaving the room.
****
Cara put her hand over her mouth, stumbling back
until the bed forced her to sit, her limbs weightless, her mind reeling. Her
body was doing things it only did while she read. Now Mick had done those
things. These sensations were real and so much more pronounced when engaging
with another human.
Her breasts felt heavier, her nipples hard, like
darts. Her pussy was swollen, the apex of her thighs damp. Internal heat flowed
through her belly.
Cara stood on shaky legs. She walked toward the
window. Mick was already gone, but the effects of his body near hers, his kiss,
left an aftermath of sensations Cara wasn’t sure she could ignore.
How long had he been thinking of her that way? Cara
rubbed the sweaty heels of her hands down her thighs and began to pace the
small room. Were things between them going to move to another level? Could they
do that after all this time? The idea of what would come next gnawed at her
nerves. A panicked excitement fluttered through her body. The last time she’d
had any contact of that sort it’d gone badly, a dark memory that she couldn’t
shake. Mick wouldn’t do that, but he was a guy, and men were a part of the
population Cara didn’t have much experience with. Was a physical relationship
something she could take a chance on right now, being so far from home? If
things went badly the only place to run was back to The Hollow.
Cara spun and looked at the small, digital clock on
the nightstand. Mick was only going for coffee and cocoa. It seemed like he’d
been gone for hours. She needed to occupy her thoughts with something else.
Cara grabbed her pack off the floor and rummaged for
her book. Tim and Erin were shopping. Cara sat down on the edge of the bed and
dove into the scene.
****
“That’s gorgeous, baby,” Tim smiled, eyeing her
reflection in the mirror. He turned and locked the door, securing them inside
the small dressing room.
“Again? Here?”
Erin said in a strained whisper. “You never get enough. You’re a naughty man.” She
wagged a finger.
“I could fuck you all day, every hour on the hour,”
Tim smiled slyly. “Now take that thing off so I don’t damage it before we even
pay for it.”
Erin pulled the sundress up and over her head,
placing it back on the hanger. Tim tugged his shirt over his head and fumbled
with his belt and khakis.
“I don’t know anybody who gets naked as quick as
you,” Erin whispered, giggling.
“I do it like nobody’s business.” Tim licked his
lips. He leaned into her ear, his breaths scorching. “Watch me fall to my knees
and gorge on your pussy, then we’ll fuck right in front of the mirror. How’s
that, babe?”
Tim did just that. He removed her thong, raising her
leg. He rested her foot on the small corner bench, giving himself access.
“Mm, so sweet,” he murmured. Tim crawled closer. Erin
looked into the full-length mirror, watching Tim’s tongue swipe through the
folds of her pussy.
“Oh, God,” she gasped. Her eyes rolled across the
ceiling. Airy breaths reverberated through the quiet dressing room. Tim’s
tongue combed her slit, swirling over her clitoris, always in his skilled and
decadent manner.
Erin could smell herself. The scent of her damp
arousal rose into the air. Tim’s tongue pushed up inside her, drinking from her
body. Cool air hit her tissues as he scrambled to his feet and spun her around.
Erin leaned on the mirror, her fingers
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