Chapter 72 Chapter 36 (ii)
CARL
She was skimming her lips lightly, like feathers on my skin, against the side of my face, tracing the line of my jaw, her warm breath a pleasurable tickle. Against the slight irritation I felt for getting disturbed in my office on a day I meant to work, my cock hardened more. At the same time, I was thinking guiltily that I was already doing something else when she arrived. She wasn’t completely at fault about my distraction.
“Don’t you miss me, too?” she asked, her voice gently cajoling, her lips and hands clearly intent on something naughty.
“I missed you, too,” I replied obligingly.
“You did?”
I grinned when she withdrew a little to look at my face, her eyes big and hopeful. “Of course, not anymore. You’re already here.”
Smiling more triumphantly, she maneuvered her position until her thighs were straddling me. Her fingers began to unbutton my shirt. I let her, gulping when she started moving her hips so her soft core would rub against my hardness. She had always been bold about her sensuality from the beginning, and coupled with the softness and gentleness of her face, it had always turned me on. But now, looking at her face as she worked to expose my chest, I couldn’t help but think of another woman, one I knew was as honest but innocent. One who would smile shyly but would fight wholeheartedly for those she wanted to protect and defend. One who would not be so cruel as to sneak an invite to her bestfriend whom she knew was in love with me to rub in her face that she was marrying me.
And as the image of that other woman’s beautiful face haunted me, I saw her again in that sexy dress she wore last night, held in another man’s arms. And I wondered if I got attracted to her friend Sarah because there was a part of me that believed I could never see her past a surrogate sister because that was wrong. So I took a substitute in her place instead.
I lowered my eyes because I couldn’t watch my wife’s face as I thought of another woman. I realized something. I felt guilty of thinking of Fae like that right now, but strangely not of thinking another woman as my wife seduced me with her body. Heat surged up my face, scorching the path it took to get there, when I finally allowed the indiscretion. The thought that this could be Fae with me, her lips showering kisses on my skin, her palms gliding down my chest, her wet pussy—
“Fu-uu-ck…” I moaned.
“You’re so hard, baby. I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” Sarah promptly whispered near my ear, her breath tickling my skin.
I frowned a little because the voice was different than the other voice I wanted to hear. What the fuck was I doing? But now that I’d allowed it, I couldn’t make it stop. Fae’s butt cheeks as I held Sarah’s. Fae’s lips that kissed my cheek, then my lips. Fae’s breasts as I took my kiss away to bury my face in them. My hands trembled as I felt the rush of desperate desire to bury my cock inside her tight, velvety heat. Why now? Why now? Oh god, why now?
I heard Sarah’s surprised shriek when I lifted her over my lap. I hurried to free myself from my pants. She laughed, huffed a little, while I debated if I would take her like that or turn her around and take her from behind so I wouldn’t have to see her face. I just wanted to cum inside her. I just wanted to cum and think I was inside…
I was moving before any rationality about my actions could catch up with me. A part of me knew I was deliberately running away but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t turn her around. I freed myself and pushed the hem of her skirt away then ripped her panties off. I heard her protest a little as I lifted her and shove my dick into her opening before roughly pulling her down my shaft. I closed my eyes and didn’t make any sound as her heat surrounded me, knowing it wasn’t Fae and this was a secret fantasy I’d kept denying myself for so long, ramming my disappointment down to hell at knowing that this reality was more bitter than any guilt I would suffer later from fucking my new wife while thinking of an old friend.
I was married to this woman.
So I could never, ever have Fae like this. Never.
It was like all my earlier initiative left me and I let Sarah do the rest. She rocked and humped, my cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy, faster and faster as she created a rhythm that her undulating body followed to perfection. But I lay there, just holding her, forcing my eyes open to watch her so the images of Fae doing the same wouldn’t permeate through this experience with my wife. I realized I had been suppressing my fantasies of Fae for a long time and I knew, the moment I closed my eyes, more shocking images of her would flood me as I fucked her like I would never ever think of doing to a sister—god help me. God help me.
God help me, I want to see her.
So I closed my eyes. And in there, it was Fae’s hips I held, and I was inside her, drenched with her juices as she took me so deliciously inside her over and over. I bit on my lower lip to make sure I didn’t call her name out and give myself away to Sarah. But it was her flushed face that I was watching… those beautiful eyes and luscious lips that were a little open as she breathlessly made love to me. I knew I was cumming and it was a relief to feel the beginnings of Sarah’s orgasm as her inner muscles started to squeeze me.
Before I could lose myself, I pulled her to me and buried the groan I was trying to suppress behind a rough kiss.
Fae… Fae… Fae… oh Fae… oh what have I done…?