EroticReverie

Daniella

It’s been two weeks since that night on the porch with Carson. The night I’d kissed another woman’s husband. A sick woman’s husband. 

I was a terrible person. I understood Carson’s need for intimacy. But it didn’t excuse what we had done. 

We’d avoided each other. We hadn’t talked about that night , we hadn’t talked at all.  His standoffish behavior from me wasn’t new.  So it didn’t draw any suspicions from his wife or the nurse.

Today was Kendall’s birthday and we were all in the backyard as well as relatives and other kids. 

Lynn had good days. But this past week was bad , really bad and I wanted to ask Carson about it. But I’d felt too guilty to ask. I felt like he might take it as me wanting her to be worse. Like he might think I was eager for her to succumb so I could have him. I knew it was ridiculous, but it was the guilt. I felt as if I wasn’t allowed to care about Lynn after what I’d done. Would my caring come off as forced or fake because I’d made out with her husband and had his hands all over my body? 

I thought about his hands. His mouth 

His kiss. Every second of the day. My body tingling whenever I was near him and I hated myself for it. Lynn deserved better from the both of us. She adored her kids, her husband. She didn’t deserve to have the girl taking care of her children while she was sick to be moving in on her husband. Could she sense it between us? She was sick not stupid. Could she pick up on the tension that was so obvious to me and Carson? Was it obvious to her too? 

I helped serve the cake after Kendall blew out her candles. Smiling at her and the other kids with frosting on the corners of their mouth as they devoured the cake like the sugar fiends kids were. 

I felt bad that Lynn was too sick that day. That she’d come downstairs and outside for only ten minutes before she needed to lay back down. 

With everyone outside I escape inside to give myself a few moments. 

I lift my head as I brace my hands on the counter when the door opens to the back and I wait as I hear footsteps and see Carson turn the corner into the kitchen. Stopping. Staring. 

“Hey.” I say softy. The first word I’ve spoken to him alone in two weeks. 

“Hey.” He says and sets down the tray of leftover cake on the counter beside me and then leans his hip against the counter. 

“We should probably talk.” I say as I lift my eyes to his. I watch him and my breath hitches as he lifts his hand to my face and I feel my heart rate race and his thumb pushes over to my mouth and over my lips. 

“I can’t think about a million things I want to do with you, talking isn’t one of them” he says and core lights on fire as the heat pools low in my stomach. 

“I’m over pretending…over pretending that night didn’t happen. I won’t pretend that I didn’t kiss you. That I don’t still want to kiss you.” He says and I turn and face him. 

“We can’t” I say and he brings his other hand up to my face. 

He shakes his head. 

“I have to.  I have to fucking kiss you again. If I don’t I’ll fucking explode. I’ve been dying to kiss you for two fucking weeks” he says. 

“I miss your mouth” he says and my breath hitches as my hands reach to his side. 

“Carson” I whisper , a small plea for him not to. Because we can’t do this. There’s several people right outside and his wife is upstairs and here he is. Here I am. Both of us in need of more of what we shared that night. 

He lowers his hand and then reaches over.  I watch his fingertip swipe over the frosting of the cake and he then lifts his finger to my mouth. 

“You didn’t eat any cake” he says and my mouth parts and he brushes the tiny bit of frosting on my lower lip and then leans down and his tongue skims over my lip as I breathe and he gently bites my lower lip with a groan and then sucks my lips into his mouth and I clutch his shirt and pull into him, his other hand going up in my hair as the other slides up the front of my dress and he palms my breast through my thing short sleeved yellow sundress and I whimper. My tongue farting out. Needing to taste his mouth again.

There’s no whiskey on either of our breaths this time, there’s no excuse of alcohol for what we’re doing as his hand slides down my stomach and over to my hip and down. 

“God. I missed your mouth” he groans and then his tongue is back over mine as I whimper and his hand reaches the hem off my dress and then slips up under it. Slipping up the outside of my thigh. And I feel the fabric lift with his hand and his hand when reaching my hip and my panties.  He slides his hand behind me. Grabbing my ass. His fingers pushing under the frantic. Grabbing it bare and I moan and he groans and then his other hand does the same as I kiss him passionately. 

“I can’t stop thinking about that night” he groans and grabs my ass and lifts me and sets me on the counter away from the cake ass hitting the counters as he stands between my legs and I wrap them around him. 

“I never got to feel how wet you were, never got to taste your gorgeous nipples” he says and I groan as his hands slides up and down the sides of my thighs. 

“I don’t want to wait another two weeks to kiss you ever again” he says into my neck and bites it gently and I whimper , my hands on his shoulders. Gripping them as my legs tighten around him and his one hand slips up and over my thigh and between them.  

I gasp as his knuckles brush my panties , one dragging up the slit of my lips through them and he groans. 

“I need to see you” he says. 

“I need to see how wet you are” he whispers and I gasp as he turns his hand and rubs my pussy through my panties , making me squirm as he kisses my cleavage. The upper part of my breasts heaving out of the top of my dress and then both hand grabbing my panties at the hip as he pushes and pulls them down and I don’t fight it. 

I lift my hips and her groans as he slips them down my legs and then pushes up my dress and spreads my legs as I lean on my hands.  My shoulder pressed against the cabinet behind me as he looks down. 

“Fuck” he whispers. 

“You are so fucking beautiful” he says and I tremble as his knuckle brushes up between my pussy lips and he groans. 

“I want to kiss you” he says as his thumb presses to my clit and rubs softly. I let out a desperate moan. Just his simple soft touch had me losing my mind. 

“Here” he says and lowers his head between my legs and pushes my legs apart and I gasp as I look down, licking my lips. The sounds of screaming kids and talking adults outside as Carson kisses my clit. 

“Oh god” I groan and my hips automatically roll forward. 

“Mmm” he groans and kisses me again , my throbbing aching clit pulsing on his lips and he sucks it softy making me cry out his name. 

“Jesus” he groans and growls as he licks it next. 

Then his tongue lifts and starts at my cunt and licks all the way to my clit slowly.  Taking his time. Not rushing. Slow and deliberately he strokes his tongue up over my entire cunt again making me tremble. 

I’d never been so needy. Never been so consumed by my desire and I gasp as his tongue plunges into me. Then again. Deeper. 

I gasp and he groans about how good I taste as he keeps licking at me.  Licking at the inside of my cunt and making me squirm on the counter top. 

“Better than cake” he says and I whimper and his tongue comes out and licks up to my clit where he continues his assault on my pussy. A finger sliding in. A finger curling inside of me and fucking me slowly as he tongues my clit rapid fire , and I cry quietly. 

My hands reaching for his hair and he groans as my legs lift, my flats slipping off my feet and I push my feet into his back as I hump his tongue and his finger , as my wet pussy and moans fill the kitchen. 

“Oh my god” I say as my eyes flutter and I grip his hair harder. 

“God that feels so good” I whimper. Not ever wanting it to end. His mouth and finger making me feel like I could die from pleasure. 

“I’ve never tasted a better pussy than this” he says and I groan as he does too and I gasp as I get closer and closer to reaching my climax and he demands that I cum.  Orders me to cum for him. Telling me I need to cum for him. That he needs my release. That hes been dying to hear me cum for him. 

I want to. I want to cum for him so bad it hurts. 

“Carson” I cry his name. So fucking close and my breath hitching again and again as his tongue lays over my clit in demanding strokes that beg for my orgasm. 

A second finger plunges into me and I let out a cry. It’s loud and he groans and I gasp and clutch his hair and feel him suck hard and purposefully on my clit and I break.  I break apart in a million little pieces as I cum. 

The sensation of cumming is only amplified by our sin. By the sounds of of the part happening only feet away. By the sound his groaning and the wet sound of his mouth and tongue. The sounds of those two fingers serving me the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had 

My legs are shaking and his mouth is persistent, I cry as I almost scream and he growls into me as I continue to shatter. Panting and cursing and squirming and falling apart. 

I shake as his fingers slide out, whimpering at the empty ache inside of me and he kisses my sensitive clit and then licks it making me yelp from the over stimulation and he sucks it making me cry and then relents and stands up slowly. His mouth kissing my stomach through my dress. Kissing my breast and nipping where he knows my nipple is with a soft growl that makes me shiver as I try to catch my breath and then. His mouth is on mine and I taste myself on him. Taste our mistake we’ve made on his lips and on his tongue and I whimper into his mouth and he groans and then lifts

His hands into my hair and pulls our mouths together hard and demanding as our tongues lash over one another’s. 

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good” he groans.

“It’s so fucking amazing” he says and then bites my lips and I slide my hands to his back. Digging my nails into him through his shirt. 

“I’ve never cum like that” I admit. 

“That hard?” He asks 

I shake my head. “Not only that. But nobody has ever been able to make me cum from oral” I say as I confess. 

“Anytime you want.” He says. “Anytime at all. I will do that for you.  As much as you want. You deserve to have that beautiful pussy cum whenever it wants it”