Loving Maria

Chapter 4

CARL

“Maria Taylor,” I repeated, not because it was the first time I was saying it - I'd said it a million times, cursed it even. But there was something about the way she said her name that called out to me. It felt like she wanted me to see her.

Right there, I wondered why that name had never spoken to me like it did that day. Was it because it never came from the bearer?

“What?” She asked, with the clouds in her eyes.

I don't know what she saw, but I was convinced she only reacted that way in response to the look in my eyes.

Everything else seemed to vanish; the noise, the city and even the past seemed of less importance. All that mattered was the green eyes that held me captive. I grew hard.

“Huh?” I managed, barely unable to articulate my thoughts.

“Why do you have that look in your eyes?” she quizzed in a whisper loud enough anyway.

“What look?” I asked, through a hazy gaze, conscious of the storm in hers too.

“Do you want to kiss me?” she asked out of the blue, startling me.

“What? No.” I protested, but not even my will could withstand what accompanied my response. Age long feud and anger dissolved the moment she touched me.

Maria sidled closer, her eyes focused on mine and fingers kneading mine: it took a second but tasted like eternity. Without warning, she planted a deep kiss on my lips. I froze, eyes wide as I opened up my lips to accept her.

I've kissed a thousand girls, but I've never felt this way: ensnared? Intoxicated or even imprisoned by a woman's lips. She tasted raw, sad and in need. She needed me.

I tore my hands off the steering wheel and pulled her into my laps with a single flex of my muscles while never missing her lips.

In less than a minute, we were tearing our clothes off behind the closed walls of my car. I didn't have to wait too long to find out what she would taste like. We hadn't gotten down there, but I could tell that she tasted good. With her hands clutching the back of my head, I snatched her lips in a crazy, passionate kiss. I can't tell where the passion or the need crept up from, but it was consuming.

Soon, my entire organs were set on fire. Everything happened in a fraction of a second. It was obvious; we wanted each other, and our brief encounter had sparked something deeper than hunger. I didn't mind keeping her. I loved the way she made me feel.

I felt my meat go hard as I pulled the seat backwards, her legs wrapped around my waist and my fingers straddling her folds. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, and I savored every bit of her.

Placing her on my seat, and crouching before her, I hurriedly pulled down her gown, tracing the lines of fine flesh on her skin-toned thighs with my lips. Maria shivered, and I sensed the heat spread further throughout her body.

Then pulling her to me, I dipped my head between her parted legs and massaged her haunches. Her folds quickly opened up like flowers blooming and I lowered my tongue right into her hot red puddle, arousing her, and stirring her.

"Oh, f**k!" She purred in response, her face creasing into a smile.

For a split second, I thought I saw hunger flicker in her eyes. That ignited a crazy want in my bones.

My hand ran along her torso, toying with her hardened groove beneath her lace bra, and my tongue worshiped her moist core. She threw her head to the back, reveling in the moment, as her hand cupped the back of my head, keeping it in place so my tongue could devour the sweetness from her wet nectar.

After moments of muff diving, I gently eroded her flesh with kisses as my lips brushed on the delicate skin of her stomach, sliding slowly yet carefully up her t**s to her hardened knob while her hands massaged my shoulders and down my tail.

With a flex of my hands, I swiped her out of her bra and took a long stare at her naked body. Maria may be pint-sized, but she had a slender waist, sexy titties and a meaty bum.

Settling in between her parted thighs, I lifted off my shirt, revealing a stomach chiseled with abs and scars. I slid down my pants, and she bit the corner of her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut. I knew what that meant, I'd seen it before. The catch wasn't the size of my item, it was the fact that I knew how to make good use of it.

I suckled on her neck, biting and breathing in her sweet scent. She wore a nice cologne with the fragrance as intoxicating as her body. How long was it since we met? But I was falling so hard for this woman.

The friend of the enemy isn't your friend, Carl, I knew that, and promised to define boundaries after that moment.

“I was going to go gentle on you….” I groaned in a husky voice, barely unable to hold myself.

“You don't have to go gentle. I want it hard and raw.” She moaned, spreading her legs on the dashboard.

A smile broke through my lips at her audacity. “Very well, then.” I replied, lifting the center storage console. Damn, there was no condom in it. Maria noticed the confusion on my face and quickly addressed it.

“It's okay. I can take it without that.”

I scoffed, half intrigued but there was little opportunity to worry about the end. Lowering myself in between her hips, I threw a slight spank on her derriere, and she giggled. Then one powerful thrust got me sliding right inside her wet puddle, romping and plunging.

"Oh, that's right." She murmured as my hands traveled up her belly and curled up on her titties, fondling the perky knobs.

My muscles tensed up so much that I could barely suppress the groan that leapt out of my throat. In response to my urgent need, she swirled her waist to my tune, giving me more room to plunge deeper, barely missing out on a second when I pulled out.

Gliding my c**k in between her folds, I toyed with her c******s and a fountain of juice dripped over the length of my shaft. Bold circles of goose bumps lined the surface of her pore as I thrust a finger into her wet core and then a second finger, stimulating her and making her want more.

“Oh my god! I love that,” she murmured breathlessly as I jerked my fingers out.

Again, I plunged in, romping at a low pace that transcended into a fast, discordant motion. I barely knew how to control especially with her legs wrapped around my waist as I held her up by the pelvis. Her body was dangerous.

"f**k! Don't stop; this is too good." She moaned, moving her waist fiercely and jerking me deeper.

"Don't worry, there's more where that came from." I assured her before swapping positions. I took the seat, allowing her to take the lead, and she did.

My hands massaged her soft bum while she rode lightly on my shaft, scooting forward and backward, arching her back, and twisting her waist to the tone of an imaginary song.

"I love how you ride it." I whispered incoherently, and she giggled, increasing the pace. The once steady movement morphed into a fast, wanting, sweating moment of longing as I spread my hands across her torso, cupping her dangling boobs as they jerked to the movement of her hips.

“f**k, Maria! You're damn good!” I groaned again, snatching her waist and doubling her pace.

In less than a heartbeat, her back was on the seat. While I perched in between her parted legs, planting fierce kisses on her neck, her hands massaged my hair, the small of my back, and the tough flesh on my buttocks.

The final thrust had ejaculation mounting up in my body as I cringed, squeezing the edge of the seat and lunging headlong towards satisfaction.

I couldn't recall how we got there, but I never in my life had strayed from the plan like I did. And never have I met a woman like Maria.

What happens now? I pondered, peering into her eyes as she rocked gently. That went without saying, there was no future for us. I was going to bring her family down, and not even a moment of beautiful pleasure could change my mind.