Chapter Seven
Eli
“I wasn’t that embarrassing,” I say as I hand the wine bottle to Carrie. Our hands touch for a long second and it sends a jolt of something rocketing through me. “You asked to see my balls.”
“No.” I watch her pink lips wrap around the bottle as she takes a sip. “I asked you what your balls look like.”
We both laugh as we walk along the eighteenth hole, side by side under the bright light of the moon. It’s quiet out here with only the soft sound of the music from the party wafting on the warm breeze. It’s a gorgeous night and Carrie’s shining blue eyes and flushed cheeks are making it even more spectacular.
I’m falling for this girl. Big time.
It’s making me realize that I’ve never felt this way about a girl before. I don’t know why she’s been having such an intense effect on me, but her hooks are in and I’m not going anywhere. She’s mine and I’m going to be hers.
It might be fate or two soul mates recognizing each other for the first time, but whatever it is, it’s definitely been love at first sight.
I slide my hand into hers and she tangles her fingers into mine. This night has been perfect.
“What’s your puppy’s name?” I ask her.
Her shocked eyes dart over to mine.
“I heard you talking about it.”
“Were you eavesdropping on my conversation?”
“Yes,” I blurt out unabashedly. “I’ve been stalking you all day.”
She smiles as she hands me the wine bottle. I look at the glass rim, knowing her sweet lips were just on it. I suck in a breath as I put my lips to it, hoping to taste her sweetness, but only tasting the wine.
“His name is Chester.” She starts to get emotional as she tells me about his dire health problems. I feel a fierce need to wrap my arms around her, so I do.
She melts into my embrace as she looks up at me with watery eyes. “I know it’s stupid. He’s just a dog.”
“It’s not stupid at all,” I tell her. “I love that you have a motherly instinct.”
“Oh, yeah?” she asks with a laugh as she wipes her eyes. “Why?”
“Because you’re going to be the mother of my children.”
“Oh, really?” she says with a laugh. “Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“You already decided it after one walk?”
“I decided it after one look at you. I want you to be mine forever, Carrie. I want you to have my children.”
She takes the wine bottle back from me and takes a long gulp as she watches the seriousness in my eyes.
“I’ve never met another man like you,” she says as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“And I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re perfect for me.”
“But are you perfect for me?” she asks as she raises an eyebrow. “That’s the question.”
“And here’s the answer.”
I grab her arms in a possessive grip and plant my lips against hers. Her body tightens with shock at first but then disintegrates in my hands as she opens her mouth and lets my tongue slide in. She kisses me back with all the frenzied emotions that I’m feeling for her. My hands slide around her back. Her’s slide into my hair. Our bodies are pressed against each other, my cock hardening like never before.
I love this girl. She moans against my parted lips when we finally pull away, her hand gripping my tie.
“That was pretty perfect,” she admits as her sparkling eyes get a faraway look.
“Meant to be,” I whisper as I stare at her in disbelief. “Love at first sight.”
She looks up at me for a long heated moment and then takes another long sip of the wine.
“Come,” she says as she slides her hand into mine.
I follow her as if in a trance as she brings me to the putting green on the seventeenth hole. It’s dark here with nobody around. We have the place to ourselves with only the foxes and raccoons in the forest to know what we’re up to.
The wine bottle is half done as we sit down on the cool soft grass, facing each other.
“You look so beautiful in the moonlight,” I tell her. Her blonde hair is shining like silver as she watches me with the same lustful look I’ve been dreaming about all day. “You are stunning.”
“Thank you,” she whispers as her cheeks start to blush an adorable pink. “Stunning enough to get another one of those kisses?”
The next second, we’re practically on top of each other, grabbing handfuls of hair and running hands over each other’s bodies as we kiss with a passion that’s been building to a boiling point all day. She whimpers as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness and devouring her mouth in a lust-fueled frenzy.
She unbuttons a couple of buttons on my shirt and slides her hand in as I tilt her head up and kiss her harder. I groan against her silky tongue as I feel her palm running along my hard abs to my ribs.
“I want you,” I whisper between heavy kisses. I’m so hard. My cock is aching with the need to be buried inside this girl’s wet cunt.
“I want you too,” she whispers back. Our mouths pull apart and I look down at her face as my heart pounds and my chest heaves up and down. Her mouth is all red from my stubble, but she looks sexier than ever as she looks up at me with a fiery need in her eyes.
“Here?” I ask as I look down at her cleavage. Her tits look incredible in this dress. Every part of her looks incredible in this dress, but I still want to rip it to shreds.
She nods. “Here.”
I lean over her and she lies down on the grass, those big tits rising and falling with every sensual breath. I slide my hand onto one of them and her eyes fall closed as I grip it.
“Fuck,” I groan as I press my hard cock against her leg. “You’re too perfect.”
“You might not be saying that in a minute,” she whispers as I slide my hand up her dress. “I’m a virgin.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as I feel the need to defile this girl increase by a thousand percent. I didn’t want to think about another man with this girl, with my girl, but now I know that I’m the first to see her like this, to touch her like this. I’ll be the first one to bury my hard cock between her legs. I’ll be the first one to feel how tight and wet the walls of her ripe little pussy feel squeezed around my shaft.
“I know I’m a bit too old to say that,” she says, looking ashamed. I kiss her hard on the lips as I grind my erection against her thigh.
“That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard,” I tell her as I begin to kiss her neck. My lips leave a wet trail along her collarbone as I slide my hands into her straps and peel them off her shoulders. “This pussy is mine. I want to be the first one inside it.”
She’s all heavy breaths and moans as I grab her dress and yank it down. Her big tits spill out and I take a long moment to admire her perfect little pink nipples as they stand up straight for me. The light of the moon is casting her body in an unworldly glow. I’m worried this girl is not real. That I’m going to wake up tomorrow and this will all be a dream. How can a girl as perfect as her exist in real life?