Page 23 of Keeping Caroline

The pounding of my heart was overwhelming, the need pulsing between my thighs ready to consume me. I wanted more. “Tristan…” It was barely a full word, but it was all I could manage as he sucked harder, grinding himself against my center. “Please.”

Looking up at me, his eyes remained on mine as he kissed and sucked, his hand sliding down my stomach until it rested on the waistband of my pants. Even though my hips rolled against him, desperately searching for friction, his hand hesitated there, waiting for me to tell him to stop, but I didn’t. I wouldn’t.

“Are you sure?”

I knew he needed consent to continue, and I appreciated the out, but I didn’t want to stop. Pulling myself up to sit, I reached for the button of his jeans, fumbling to undo them as I kissed him again. This time, he didn’t push my hands away, but helped me instead, kicking off his boots and dropping his jeans to the ground.

“Fuck.” The moment his thick length was free of its confines, my mouth went dry. He was still wearing his boxer briefs, but they had no hope of containing what this six-foot-four-inch man had below the belt. To be honest, I wasn’t sure it would even fit inside of me, but I had every intention of trying.

I must have been staring, because unknown seconds or minutes later, his fingers slid beneath my chin, lifting my face to look at him. “Are you okay, Superwoman?”

Huffing a laugh, I nodded. “A little intimidated, but I’m okay. Yeah, I’m okay.”

The questioning expression on his face morphed into something much smugger as he reached for my hand and wrapped it around his girth. “If a Superwoman like yourself can’t handle me, then what hope do I have for anyone—”

“No.” I cut that thought off before he could finish it, yanking him closer to me by his cock. “No one else will be handling you. I’ll be just fine.”

With a mischievous grin spreading across his lips, he leaned into me, his mouth taking mine in a dizzying kiss as he pulled me to my feet. I expected him to lay me back down on the car, or lift me up, but instead, he sank to his knees before me, his hands going to the laces of my boots. His eyes held my captive as he tugged off one and then the other, before his fingers hooked into the waistband of my tights. I didn’t object as he slid them down, his hands gently caressing my thighs, his lips tracing their path. The vulnerability I felt as I stood there bare before him was both unsettling and exhilarating, like nothing I’d ever experienced before. His touch was electric, and his reverence for me—for us—shimmered in the air like an invisible thread binding us together in that moment.

As if mapping out the contours of my body, his fingers trailed up the length of my thigh, slowly, deliberately. I could feel the tension building within him, a simmering desire that mirrored my own. His eyes met mine, filled with a hunger that sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through me. It was clear he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

The cool breeze played with the tendrils of my hair as Tristan’s lips brushed my inner thigh, a feather-light caress that made my breath catch in my throat. His lips left a trail of heat in their wake, and with each kiss, each caress, he stripped away the layers of doubt and fear that had cloaked me for so long, revealing the raw, unfiltered desire that pulsed beneath my skin.

His tongue traced the delicate skin of my thigh, teasing me mercilessly as he teased apart my folds with his fingers. Moaning softly, my hips buckled involuntarily as he delved deeper, pressing a finger inside of me. His touch was pure magic, a heady cocktail of tenderness and sensuality that intoxicated me with every passing moment.

“Open for me, Superwoman. Let me taste you.” I did as he asked, spreading my legs wider, my eyes following the top of his head as he leaned forward and slid his tongue through my wetness.

The first touch of his mouth to my overly sensitive flesh sent sparks into my vision and my legs dipped, nearly sending me onto the ground with him, but he reached around my thigh, holding me upright. As he licked and sucked on my clit, his fingers delved back inside of me, finding that place that promised blissful oblivion. My eyes fell shut and the breath burst from my mouth, my body arching toward him. The combination of the way his fingers moved inside me and how his tongue worked my clit was pure perfection, each touch leaving me breathless and trembling on the precipice of orgasm. It had been so long since I had even pleasured myself, so it didn’t take long until I was clinging to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I rode his face and hand.

“Tristan. Please.“ At my gasping cry, he doubled down, coaxing forth a storm of pleasure that threatened to consume me whole. My body trembled, the world around me fading away as I surrendered to the wave of pleasure that crashed over me, leaving me gasping and breathless in its wake as I collapsed onto his lap.

Chapter 15

The Phantom

As Caroline’s body quivered with release, she dropped onto my lap and then slid to her knees on the ground beside me, kissing me as her hands eagerly slid my boxer briefs down my hips, freeing my throbbing cock. Her touch sent electric jolts coursing through my veins, threatening to set me on fire. The taste of her was still on my tongue as I slid it against hers, her hand gripping my cock causing me to hiss. My hips thrusted, forcing the friction my body demanded.

“I want to make you feel as amazing as you made me feel,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. I wanted to tell her that she already made me feel amazing, and that we could have gone home at that moment, and I would have been happy to give her more time. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel pressured into going all the way with me, but as she leaned forward and her lips wrapped around my cock, all those words came out as a groan of pleasure. The combination of her warmth and the cool breeze made my skin tingle, the juxtaposition of tenderness and urgency in her movements left me reeling, driving me closer and closer to the edge. It had been a while since I’d had lips around my cock, but I didn’t want to blow my load too soon. I wanted to put her to sleep satisfied. I needed that just as much as she did.

“Caroline,” I gasped, struggling to find the words to express the intensity of what I was feeling. “You…this…it’s incredible…but I need to be inside you. Now.”

Not hesitating, she moved to climb over me, all five-foot-nothing of her, but I lifted her up, carrying her to the hood of my car and laying her down. She was stunning in the moonlight as I crawled over her, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire, and I couldn’t miss the trust she was placing in me. Pressing my lips against hers, the connection between us pulled us tighter, the fire igniting within me and burning away any lingering doubts or fears.

I reached for my jeans to grab a condom out of my wallet, but she placed her hand on mine, shaking her head. “I have an IUD. Please. I want to feel you…your skin.”

Hesitating for only a moment, I nodded and leaned forward to kiss her. Gripping my cock, I guided it inside her, but only an inch before I realized I would have to go slow with her, at least at first. My little Superwoman was tiny, and she was tight, so although I wanted nothing more than to thrust inside and take her deep, I didn’t want to hurt her. Holding my position, I allowed her to adjust to my size, moving slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her warmth enveloping me, swallowing her gasps with my kiss. With each thrust, I became increasingly lost in the moment, the rhythm of our bodies almost hypnotic.

As I began to pick up the pace, Caroline’s moans grew louder, her body arching up to meet mine with each surge of my hips. Every slide of my cock against her slick flesh, the way her muscles clenched and squeezed me tighter, nearly brought tears to my eyes, the sensation almost too much to bear. Pulling away from her kiss, I cradled her face in my hands, looking deep into her blue eyes, wanting to see her lose control.

“Come for me, Superwoman.”

“Harder. Tristan. Please.” The words were desperate, her fingers digging into my back as she begged for more. I was more than happy to give her what she wanted, especially after hearing my name on her lips while my cock was deep inside of her.

Lifting her hips, I worked her from a different angle, my thrusts becoming harder and faster until I knew I was bottoming out at her cervix. Her body trembled beneath me, her moans growing deeper and more guttural as her muscles clenched around me, pulling me even deeper into her. Pleasure more intense than anything I’d ever experienced had my entire body trembling as I pushed myself closer and closer to the edge.

Orgasm washing over her like a tsunami, Caroline cried out, the sound of her pleasure echoing through the mountains. The vise grip of her pussy around my cock was indescribable, her body convulsing beneath me as I continued to thrust, working toward my own edge. My movements became ragged, my legs nearly giving out from the sheer ecstasy as I came, releasing myself inside her. The feeling was overwhelming, my entire body tingling with pleasure as I collapsed onto her, my breath ragged and heavy.

Caroline wrapped her arms around me, her heart beating wildly against my chest. For a moment, we simply lay there on the hood of my car, our bodies entwined and our breaths mingling.

---