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Cara ran her palm up the aroused extension of him. His
cock was thick, pulsating in her hand. He was hot, strong, and solid. Syrupy
slickness coated her fingers as she fondled him, feeling the brush of his pubic
hairs.

“Cara,” he released a guttural cry, pulling his body
back. His hips thrust forward, the bed rocking as he suddenly pushed inside
her, separating her walls and filling her. Instinctively Cara’s legs latched
onto him, hugging his hips, her ankles crossing on his back.

“God, yes,” he gasped. Mick’s body hammered into
hers, their pelvises grinding to a rhythm
all their own
.

Her insides swelled, full of him. Cara welcomed him
into her body, the sensation of a man taking her, wanting her, desiring her. Deliriousness
had her careening down a dark road, their passion out of control. Every image
she’d ever read flipped through her mind like the windblown pages of her books,
but Mick was real. Real, live flesh, pumping with life, his emotions raw and
authentic.

“Hug my dick, baby, clench your muscles around my
cock,” he ground into her, growling like a famished animal.

The tide built. His groin met the sensitive nub of
her clitoris, making her body sing with pleasure. The rotation slowed as his
fingers threaded between their damp bodies. He stroked her clit, stretching her
further, needing their release to align. He vocalized his wants, his hunger
clear.

“This is next … my tongue on your pussy. I’m going
to lick you there. I’ll make it so nice. I want to hear you sing my name,” he
said, grunting out his words with effort. Panes of muscle tensed below her hands,
his orgasm hovering. Pleasure and concentration etched his face. Mick’s eyes
lowered, his gaze pressing down upon her.

“Come on, come on my cock before I fire into you,”
he seethed. His face went tight, his neck corded.

I
can’t believe he’s saying things like this!

“There. Right there,” Cara told him as his fingers
caressed her clit, feeling her own jaw lock. Exquisite spasms racked through
her body. “Ah,” she stretched, her eyes rolling closed. Her core contorted with
delight, causing her eyes to pop open. Her vision was filled with a darkness
that glittered with sparks of light.

Chapter
Twenty-Three

Mick woke to the sound of the shower. The bathroom
door was slightly ajar, looking like a tropical rainforest. Mick slowly sat up,
swatting at his dick. Now that he’d finally had her, his body couldn’t get
enough. He didn’t want to push, but he wanted more, needing to ensure that all
that happened last night was real.

Being with Cara had been beyond amazing. It was
everything he’d ever envisioned. His lust and feelings for her had been
ripening for years. He’d finally been able to sample the luscious fruits of
having her.

Seeing Cara below him as he moved inside her was
hindering his mental state—the way her body writhed, how her hips ground into
his, and those eyes. They had fluttered up at him, mirroring all the ecstasy
he’d hoped to create.

Steam slunk into the room. Condensation clung to the
mirror over the bureau. Mick stood and walked toward the reflective glass. With
the tip of his finger, he wrote her name in the cloudy mist. Facing the
bathroom door, he peeked through the crack. The lines of her body moved behind
the curtain.

His balls prickled with awareness. His cock saluted
into his taut abdomen. Mick licked his lips, then boldly stepped into the
bathroom and pulled the curtain open, ready to feast on her again.

Hot rain showered over the smooth lines of her back.
His eyes followed the line of her spine, locking on the crease of her adorable
ass. Cara spun around, her eyes wide.

“You scared me,” she said, her hand on her chest. Lines
of soap trailed down her breasts, slinking down her belly. Her mouth
parted,
her lower lip full and tempting enough to bite.

Mick loved the hair on her pussy. It was so much
darker than the hair on her head, characteristics of being a natural blond. Foamy
suds clung to the small thatch of hair there. He swallowed hard.

Cara’s breaths reverberated off the tiles, dragging
his gaze back up and over her body. Their eyes fastened. A veil of steam
drifted between them.

Mick stepped into the tiny stall, closing the
curtain behind him, his eyes feasting. He touched the curved tops of her
shoulders, slowly brushing his nakedness against hers.

He licked the saturated flesh of her shapely neck.
“How are you on this fine morning?” he asked, speaking into her satiny skin.

“I’m… I feel wonderful,” she gasped as his hand
traveled down between their bodies, fingering the folds of her vagina, wanting
her warmth and flavor.

“Does that mean that everything’s okay?” He pulled
back slightly, needing her eyes to confirm her answer. Cara nodded, her gaze
lowered as the shower sprinkled over them. “Tell me, please, talk to me. Say
the words,” Mick said, his request a rush of air that he’d held in his lungs.

“You made me feel so good.” Her eyes lowered with
the memory, showing him all that he’d ever wanted and wished for.

“It’s only the beginning,” Mick whispered, lowering
to his knees.

He glided his cheek across her polished belly. Mick
ran his tongue over her flesh, licking the water from her skin like a parched
animal. Water beaded on her, tasting fresh and clean. Her whimpering cries had
Mick’s body wired with need.

“I like that,” she panted. Mick gazed up at her.
Cara’s body sagged against the tiles, her eyes closed and savoring his touch.
His palms slipped over her skin as he felt his way to the center of her thighs.
He opened his eyes, blinking through the water as it fell over them. He gently
parted her, wanting to see her up close and intimately. He tenderly kissed her clitoris,
then
rubbed it with the tip of his nose.

“Oh, Mick…
please
…” she
sighed, her feet fidgeting. He felt her knees drop just a bit. He began to
pleasure her slowly with the tip of his tongue, wanting it all to be perfect.
As the water rained above him, so did her body, wetting his mouth with the
thick essence of her. She was pleasantly tangy, his taste beds longing for more.

Mick pushed his tongue up into the snug slit of her
warm heat, wanting to consume her. Her hips began to shake, her breaths filling
the cloudy air. Mick’s mouth adhered onto her sensitive tissues. He rhythmically
drew her clitoris in and out of his mouth.

“Ah,” Cara flinched. Her knees folded as her body
slid down the wet wall of the shower. Mick didn’t wait, not wanting to take the
time to try and translate the look in her eyes, choosing to read her physical
responses instead. He’d plowed through all barriers. There wasn’t much left to
explore.

He grabbed her, pulling her into his lap. Mick
fought with his legs, the space small and limited. The spigot of the bath
jabbed him in the back. Numb to the discomfort, he pried Cara’s legs apart,
guiding her into a straddle. She situated herself as Mick steered his cock up
inside, watching himself disappear into the hot haven of her body.

She started to move, turning his bones to liquid.

“Yeah…fuck me, babe,” he said, his tone dark. “Ah—I want
to feel you again. You ready to come for me, gorgeous?”

Her eyes flashed, connecting them through a torrent
of water that began to cool. Mick added the play of his fingers.

“Jesus,” she hissed. Cara’s head flew back, her back
beautifully arched. Her breasts held droplets of water that looked like morning
dew. Mick licked the swells, feeling her nipple harden into a tiny nugget
despite the heated vapors.

“Come on,” Mick grunted, propelling his cock up into
her, wanting to be deeper. Cara’s fingers dug into his shoulders, scratching
down his biceps like cat’s claws. Mick bit down on his lower lip, loving the
feel of her marking him. His balls pulled up into his body. His dick flexed
against her wet walls, hooking to her insides, his groin about to explode.

Cara shuddered over him.

“Oh my!”
She
clung to him, her palms cradling the back of his skull, pulling him into her
neck. Mick bit the tender flesh there, feeling her body rack against his. Her
pussy bored down on his cock, siphoning everything out of him. Her thighs
twitched. Mick rested his hands on them, feeling her tendons tremble. Mick’s
insides uncurled, lashing out a tether of heat that seared throughout his body
and into hers.

“God, I…” His eyes flew open. His rational thoughts
stalled the racing power of his orgasm along with his words. He needed to keep
his confessions in check, at least for now.

Chapter
Twenty-Four

The weeks advanced quickly. The weather began to
warm and it was evident to Cara and Mick that the tourist season was beginning
to filter in. The motor inn was more crowded on the weekends, rampant with
children and scolding parents.

Their jobs were going well, though Mick’s was
winding down, with the deli ready to open. He had inquired about working for
the deli’s owner but hadn’t heard back. Cara’s cleaning routine was going
smoothly, though walking from rental to rental was getting tedious, not to
mention exhausting.

Their intimate relationship was also strenuous,
emotionally and physically. Mick was very physical and tactile. Cara wasn’t
accustomed to all the attention, yet her body soaked up a bit more of him each
day.

She’d often feel her muscles burn with exertion the
following day while trying to complete her cleaning duties. He invaded her
thoughts with a different feel and tone now. The mere thought or touch of his
hand caused a stirring inside her that was potent and hard to stay away from.

When she poked her head out the door of their room
and saw Mick pushing a small motorcycle across the parking lot, questions
bounced off the walls of her mind.

“Where did you get that?” she asked, her jaw
dropping.

“The guy who was doing the painting at the deli gave
it to me,” he told her, his face beaming. “Now we have a mode of
transportation. I just have to tinker with the engine a bit.”

The idea of riding a motorcycle was alien to her. Concern
wormed through her.

“We have to get helmets,” she said, running her hand
over the narrow seat, the leather worn and creased.

Mick’s eyes flicked back to hers as he released the
kickstand.

“That’s the easy part,” he laughed. “Don’t look so
worried. We’re not going to go cruising on the Garden State Parkway with this
thing. It’s just to get us around town. We eventually have to get a car.”

They’d opened up bank accounts two weeks ago. Cara
had insisted. It had gotten to the point where they had too much cash lying
around.

John and Stella, the owners of The Beachcomber had
willingly allowed them to stay on, knowing that Mick and Cara would eventually
find their own place once they got on their feet.

They were a nice, older couple who were actually
looking to retire and sell their business. Mick was in the process of helping
John prepare the pool for the upcoming season. He and Stella were providing
Mick and Cara with a discount of the room in return.

Mick squatted next to the bike, wiggling wires.

“What do you think is wrong with it?” Cara asked,
kneeling next to him.

“Gordy, the guy who gave it to me, thinks it’s just
general tune-up stuff, a few spark plugs, a distributer cap, maybe. He took it
away from his son because his grades tanked.
Too bad.”
Mick shook his head, glancing up at her. “You could take this to work, you know.”
His brow lifted.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Cara said
,
her tone laced with uncertainty.

“I just have to teach you how to work the clutch. You
can do it.” He ran a finger across the edge of her collarbone, making her
shiver. “Christ. You’re so beautiful.” He leaned into her, kissing her lips
with a gentle, relaxed pucker.

She loved the feel of his mouth on her. His
tenderness turned her body to jelly. Cara rocked back on her heels, needing to
keep things in check while out in the open.

Cars pulled in and out of the parking lot. The
evening air chilled around them, fragrant with the newly bloomed scent of the
season. Needing to direct their attention to something else, Cara asked Mick
what he wanted for dinner.

“Eh, just cook us up some grilled cheese or
something on the hotplate. I want to look at this thing so we can get it up and
running.” His attention remained on the engine.

****

“Just make sure that you don’t let the clutch out
too slow, or it’ll stall,” Mick told her, hopping off the bike. “Let me watch
you start it before I leave.”

Mick had gotten the bike started. Their helmets were
on order. John and Stella had allowed them to pay in cash for the helmets, and
John had charged the cost on his and Stella’s credit card.