Holiday Romp

Carson March
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Published almost 3 years ago
Chapter 2

Holiday Romp (Part 2)

cleared my throat and looked down at his foot. 

“Right, ok, well, let’s get this out, ok?” 

“Yes please,” he said. 

I tried to grab the end with the tweezers but there wasn’t quite enough to get a hold of it properly. 

“Ok, I’m going to push on the end of it,” I said. “It looks like a big thorn.” 

“I’m ready,” he said. 

I pushed my thumb against the tip of the thorn, pinching the skin up enough to get the tail end up above the skin line and snagged it with the tweezers, pulling slowly so it wouldn’t break off. I almost lost my hold on it but slowed down and started again. A second later the entire thing was out. I held it up in the air so he could see it. 

“It’s done.”

“Oh my god, thank you,” he breathed. “I can’t believe how much it hurt. Thank you.” 

“No problem.” 

I stood up and waited a second, unsure what to do next. I had done what he’d asked, so I guessed it was time to go. 

“Well, I guess I’ll...” I lost my words and motioned my hand toward the door. 

“Umm… Do you have to get somewhere?” he said.  “Can you stay?” 

I looked around the room. Stay and do what?

“Stay?” 

“Yeah. Just,“ he trailed off, like he was looking for the right words. “I’ve seen you looking at me. And I can’t stop thinking about you. So… Stay?” 

I was speechless, frozen in spot, eyes wide. 

“Um, well,” I tried to make words come out but couldn’t.

He stood up then, coming in front of me, and I had to look up to see his face. 

“Stay.” 

He said it like a command, not a question, and I just looked at him, unable to make a coherent thought. 

“Kat, I’d really like to… kiss you. Ok?” 

I opened and closed my mouth a few times. I wanted to say yes please yes holy mother of god fucking kiss me right now but I couldn’t even manage just “yes” so I just shut my mouth and nodded. 

He leaned over, and kissed me gently – soft slow lips on mine, tongue darting out to slip into my mouth. My hands went up automatically and grabbed at his waist, balling his t-shirt in my fistings. 

As soon as he felt my touch on him, the kiss got urgent, desperate and suddenly I was too aroused and too needing to be shy or hesitant or uncertain. All I could think was, 'I want you' and I met his kisses with desperate urgency. 

His hands came around to my back and slid down to cup my ass, squeezing hard. He continued sliding down to where my skirt ends, his hands grasping my thighs for a second, then sliding back up under the skirt to my ass again. 

I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter – the fabric of my panties warm and wet between my legs. 

“I have to… I need… Kat,“ he breathed out between kisses along my jaw and neck. “Oh fuck, I need you.” 

He turned us both, a slight shift so that my back was to the bed, and I let myself be pushed down onto it a slow fall until I was fully laid back while he was left standing over me. His hands stroked up and down my legs from thigh to ankle, and back up again, pushing my dress up to my waist as he went. 

When he leaned down between my legs, the width of his shoulders pushed my knees apart, opening me wide for him. He put his face down into my pussy, and kissed me through my panties, inhaling. 

“You smell so good,” he said.“You smell so fucking good.” 

I shuddered at the rumble of his words against my pussy, and felt his fingers take hold of the panties, pulling them to the side, exposing me. 

“Fucking hell,” he breathed out, pausing to look at me for long seconds, then pressing his tongue onto me. 

I shouted, a gasp and yell all wrapped up together, as his wet tongue lapped at me long steady strokes over my entire pussy. 

“Will, don’t stop,” I moaned. “Oh fuck… Oh god… Fuck!” 

“I’m not stopping,” he says, taking a breath, then returning to his licking. 

It was so good, and I’d been so wound up, that I thought I might explode in seconds. His tongue circled around my clit, flicking at it, then returned lower to slide inside me as far as he could go, then back up again to my clit. 

Involuntarily, my hips started pushing up against him. 

“I’m going to… Oh god,” I gasp. “I’m going to 

He used his hands to spread me open and licked furiously at my clit. I bucked, writhing against him, my pussy pushing up into his face. I could feel his chin against me, his nose nudging me, the slight rasp of day-old five-o’clock stubble against my thighs and as his tongue kept on at me, I felt myself climbing and climbing and climbing... When he finally sucked my clit into his mouth, I exploded.  

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

He eased off then, and stood back up. Through half closed eyes, I watched him pull off his t-shirt and strip off his shorts. He’s tanned from the sun here and a dusting of dark hair over his chest is like a shadow on his smooth skin. Just looking at him made me want more, and I said so, as coherently as possible. “More,” I breathed out. “Will, more.”  

He walked quickly to the bathroom, then back again, condom packet in hand. His cock was so hard it was flat up against his belly, straining. He ripped open the wrapper, put the condom on the head of his cock, and rolled it down. Watching him do this – while he watched me, his eyes on mine, my legs spread open, my pussy aching – was so erotic I couldn’t recall another moment in my life that I wanted someone more than this. 

I reached down between my legs, feeling brazen and desperate for him, and run my fingers over my own pussy, making a V with my pointer and middle fingers to spread my pussy lips open. 

The invitation was clear, and he cursed under his breath. 

He stepped up next to the bed, the fronts of his thighs against the mattress, and took my knees in his hands, pushing them back and wide. He reached down between us, and used his hand to line up his cock head to my pussy. I gasped when I felt the head of him push in between my lips. I was so slick from my obvious arousal, from all of his licking, and he slipped in easily despite the size. 

“Kat,” he breathed, leaning over me. “Tell me... Tell me you want more.” 

I gasped, breath fluttery and fast. “More…” I finally said.  “Everything… More.” 

As the words came out of my mouth, he pushed in to me, all the way, burying himself deep inside. I closed my eyes and my head went back, my hands moving up to grip at his hips, to keep him there. And there he stayed, deep, for what felt ages, then pulled out all the way, his cock head slipping out almost completely. Then again, deep, pushing in all the way. 

“Fuck me,” I gasped. I needed to feel him moving in me hard, fast, urgent.

He started to move, pumping slowly in and out, his body close over me, his hips moving back and forth. After a moment, he picked up the pace, thrusting so hard that my body bounced up the bed. Eventually, he was forced to climb up onto the bed, kneeling so that he could stay in me as he fucked harder and harder and harder. 

He was grunting and straining, his eyes closed. His cock felt so good I didn’t want it to end, but I knew he, like me, was so wound up that he wouldn’t last long. 

“Cum,” I whispered. “Cum, in me, Will… Cum in me.”

It was like the permission to let go sent him into overdrive. He lost control, and his thrusts picked up pace instantly. I could hear the wet smack of his body connecting with mine. His hands found my wrists and he pinned my arms above my head, while he continued to fuck me harder and harder. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I can’t say anything else. Just ‘fuck’ over and over and over, and then I felt my pussy clenched tight around him as I started to cum again. 

“Oh god!” I shouted. 

The squeeze of my grip pushed him over the edge, and he fucked hard into me again and again, cumming and cumming, until he slowed at last, and his weight settled over my body, his head next to mine, my wrists still under his hands. 

We were both breathing heavy, fast gasps that eventually slowed. 

“Holy shit,” he said finally, his voice muffled near my ear. 

“Holy shit good or bad?” I replied.

He laughed.

“Holy shit amazing best incredible holy moly wow.” 

“So that’s quite good then,” I said grinning. 

“Very.” 

I squeezed him from inside myself again, and he gasped. 

“Oh shit… Hold on… Give me a minute to recover before you get me going again,” he said with a laugh. 

“What if I don’t want to wait,” I asked, innocently, and squeezed hard again. 

“Kat! Fuck …” he said, gasping. 

I relaxed, and he slipped out of me, pulling me over into the crook of his arm as he laid back. He leaned over, kissed my forehead. 

“What are you doing for the rest of the day?” he asked. 

“I don’t know. What are you doing?” 

“I had some… Ideas,” he said.“Actually, what are you doing for the rest of the week?”

I laughed. “I don’t know… You?” I asked again, teasing. 

“Yes, doing me, that’s a good answer.” 

“No, I meant ‘what are you doing,’” I said, laughing.

“Whatever, details.”

We laid quietly a moment, and I thought about how he took my wrists, held them hard above my head – not painful, but solid. 

He looked over at me, a serious look on his face now. “You weren’t joking before, were you? About liking to do the tying?” 

“No, I wasn’t joking… but don’t worry, I won’t make you –

“What if I wanted you to?”

His eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Maybe,” I said, looking away for a moment.“No one ever has.” 

“Fuck. Kat. Fuck me.” 

He rolled over on top of me, kissing me, and I could feel his cock against my leg, hardening again. 

“I’m so glad you missed that bus.” 

“Me too.” 

“I’m going to do so many dirty things to you,” he said, a wicked look in his eyes. 

“Like what?” 

“Oh you’ll just have to wait and see,” he answered with a grin.