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Merrill prowled the alleyway with her lips pressed tight. Silence was essential, and there were times when surprises got the better of her. Determined to not spoil her own approach, she reminded herself to breathe evenly through her nose and pad through the filthy passage like a cat on the hunt.
The setting sun had nearly disappeared beneath the horizon, though deep in the Hightown streets it already felt like night. Pockets of darkness hid her form, not that she expected her target to turn around any time soon. He was more focused on the occupants moving in and out of The Blooming Rose across the way, perhaps waiting for someone he knew to arrive.
As a patron stepped out of the brothel, Merrill led her attack. She placed her small hands on either side of the man's broad shoulders and squeezed the muscles there, shouting a triumphant "surprise!" The muscles beneath her hands bunched, shoulders rising. Merrill stepped back as he spun around, arm swung out as if to catch her across the chest.
Just missing the flailing limb, Merrill flattened herself against a wall, still pleased she surprised Carver. She grinned as his angered expression fell into something much calmer, his lips forming an "o" as if unable to form words.
"Merrill!" he sputtered at last. "What are you doing here?" He shifted uneasily, as if fighting the urge to hide the establishment behind him with his bulky frame. Merrill thought it odd he would look so worried about the brothel they'd visited so many times before.
"Hawke said you'd be down here. I thought I'd surprise you. It's been so long."
She didn't want to sound desperate. But it really had been weeks, if not months, since the last time she'd spoken with Carver. Even then, speaking was a bit of a stretch, as he'd mumbled through several excuses before departing for Hightown.
"He would say that," Carver complained, his handsome face crumpling in annoyance.
Merrill never understood how the mention of his older brother could change his mood so swiftly. Neither of his sisters seemed to grate on him so easily. Perhaps it was a male thing, or a sibling thing. Merrill didn't have actual siblings to bicker with. All four of the Hawkes were so lucky to have each other, and they didn't even really realize.
"Well, I hope you are happy to see me! I was thinking we could catch up? I have some shopping to do, and oh, it would be nice if you joined me! I can get so lost and sometimes the vendors will charge me more than the human before me. I don't think they realize I know, but then I never say anything. I don't think anyone would do that if I had a big human with me like you."
"Erm, Merrill," Carver said, pulling at his collar, "I'm waiting for someone."
She looked over his shoulder at The Blooming Rose in the background, patrons still swinging in and out of the doors with pleased smiles. It took a moment before it dawned on her.
Oh. Ohhh.
He was waiting for someone who worked there.
Her heart fluttered for a fleeting moment. She'd really hoped Carver would have time for her today. Adventuring with Hawke wasn’t the same without Carver there. She couldn't pinpoint why exactly, as there was a lot less bickering without Carver around, but it felt off. Wrong. Hollow. She missed him deep in her bones.
She didn't want him to feel bad, though. She knew it must have been hard staying away from Bethany and Marian just because Carver was mad at his brother.
"That's okay. Maybe I can see you again soon? When you're not too busy? I don't know how much guarding you have to do, but the city does need it. Someone tried to take my shopping bag on the way over here."
His eyebrows shot up. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Carver. I gave a little growl like I was very mad, just like Isabela said. And they scampered off."
His eyes tracked over her body, looking for imagined hurts, which sent a little thrill through Merrill. Carver's heavy, concerned gaze always felt like that.
"But you have someone to meet. Don't let me bother you! I'll go do my shopping now. I've heard the pears are delicious. Maybe that vendor will try charging me extra for them. Should I growl then?" She touched her chin in consideration before realizing Carver was still just waiting for her to leave, by the looks of his shiftiness. The person he was meeting must have been very good company. "Sorry, I'm rambling. I hope I see you soon."
"Yeah, Merrill," he replied, brushing the back of his neck with a hand. "Soon."
She didn't stick around. One, it was already growing dark and Merrill found it hard enough to find her way home in the daytime. And two, she didn't think she wanted to see the person Carver was waiting for. She was certain they'd look nothing like her.
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By the time Merrill disappeared from view, Carver regretted his decision. He didn't feel right walking in The Blooming Rose now. Not after a surprise visit from Merrill, his cock practically half hard at her thinking of him, calling him a “big human.”
He wished Merrill wouldn't have caught him waiting to do that. She probably thought he was the biggest pervert in Kirkwall, which was a title Garrett would have been all too happy to spread.
Carver groaned and walked away from the pleasure house and its half-empty promises. Yeah, he'd be able to come, but his thoughts would have been filled with Merrill. He figured he might as well save the coin and jerk it himself.
At least he had coin to spend now. Carver had his sisters to thank for it. Marian and Bethany had railed against his idea to become a templar and practically dragged him in front of Aveline for another chance. And the city guard was alright – Aveline kept operations pretty clean. Though Garrett did his best to antagonize Carver from a distance. Someone had to clean up the bodies his brother left strewn about Kirkwall, and Aveline figured it fell on Carver to see it done.
Nights off were rare, and that's why he'd come to The Blooming Rose. To stave off loneliness for a little while.
By the time he returned to the guard barracks, a fine sheen of sweat covered his body. The air in the city was thick and hot, weighing him down with every step. A few other guards readied themselves for a shift or took to a bunk to sleep off a shift just finished. Carver could have been at the estate, and still could return home, but he was far too pissed at Garrett to move back. Garrett had forbidden Carver to accompany him to the Deep Roads, which only made sense when his brother returned with a fortune. He didn’t have to split anything, though at least he took care of the rest of the family with his winnings.
This betrayal, for it felt akin to one to Carver, paled in comparison to the edict Garrett laid out on his return. He forbade Carver from touching Merrill on the threat of dismemberment.
For whatever reason, Garrett got it in his head that Merrill needed protection. If Carver wasn't so pissed, he'd laugh. Because Merrill was the last person who needed protecting. Maybe she got lost, occasionally, and sometimes she rambled and said nonsensical things, but that was because she wasn't like them. She was Dalish, and still unaccustomed to human routines and sayings and cities.
But Maker, she was perfect. Carver didn’t care that she was different. That’s what made her special. When they were together, he hardly knew what to say. Despite how stupid he must have seemed to her, she still showed up and tried to remain friends.
Carver didn’t want to be friends. He wanted her all to himself.
The barracks were suddenly empty, aside from a guard sleeping deeply and snoring on the far side of the room. Carver knew he’d not be able to rest without taking himself in hand with Merrill on his mind. This was the most privacy he’d get, so Carver climbed in his cot and spread his blanket over his lap. It was going to be quick; he ached for Merrill all the time.
Carver loosened his trousers and slipped a hand down to touch himself beneath the blanket. He was already hard, thick head of his cock slick with pre-come. A self-centered part of him wanted her to see this, to watch him pleasure himself while her name was on his lips.
As his hand raced faster and faster, his thoughts turned sordid. While he'd never seen her naked, he'd requested Cora enough at The Blooming Rose to get a generous idea of what a female elf might look like. Merrill would be sweeter though. He would push her to her knees, exposing her tight, glistening cunt from behind, her little arsehole presented before him too. He imagined sinking in deep, her appreciative sounds as he fucked her, thumb gently teasing her arse until it slipped in just so…
Spend hit his stomach. Relaxing, Carver laid there in his cramped cot, examining the grungy ceiling while his come cooled. Turning Merrill down felt awful, but this desperate need for her felt worse.
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"Kitten," Isabela said, stroking Merrill's hair back from her eyes. "Carver wants you so bad he doesn't know what to do with himself. He's just a pup, fumbling around at The Blooming Rose until he's got the teeth to do something about his crush on you."
"Do you really think so?" Merrill asked glumly, relaxing back on Isabela's small sofa. They’d spent the evening drinking in Isabela’s room at The Hanged Man. After enough wine, Merrill felt brave enough to admit what had happened with Carver earlier that night. Still heavy-hearted, she rested her head against the pirate's bosom like a pillow. "I rarely see him, and when I surprised him at The Rose, he seemed so grumpy. He never used to be that way."
"He's all bark because Hawke's told him to stay away from you."
"Hawke did what?!" Merrill sat up in alarm, sudden fury under her skin. She wasn't Hawke's responsibility – she wasn't a child and didn't need protection. Especially from someone as sweet as Carver. "That must be it! He'll never touch me if Hawke says no! I ought to tell Hawke to back off!"
Isabela only laughed, reached for the bottle of wine and refilled Merrill's glass. "Kitten, I have a much better idea."
A few nights later, Merrill was nothing but nerves. She stood in a secret hallway adjoining the rooms the workers at The Rose used with their clients. Merrill fidgeted, her fingers twisting the scrap of a nightgown Isabela had loaned her. They'd had to pull in the breast, and waist, but it hung neatly from her shoulders. Not that it mattered. Merrill didn't want anything on when she finally saw him.
One of the elves who worked there stepped up beside Merrill. Besides being an elf, she didn’t look much like Merrill at all, her hair a lighter gray and eyes dark as night. She gave Merrill a long look, then shrugged, as if unsure what the fuss was about. It didn't make Merrill feel anymore relaxed about what she was about to do.
"He listened to your pirate friend," the woman said, holding out her hand. Merrill slipped a warm sovereign into the other elf's palm.
"Sabina's tying him up," she added. "You should be good. I’m Cora, by the way – let me know if you want to do this again. Easiest coin I've ever made."
Merrill wanted to point out that after tonight, there'd be no need to do this again. Either Carver would be pleased with her, or never speak to her again. She gulped, nodding instead.
Cora started to walk away, then paused. She looked back at Merrill. "He likes it when you take him in the mouth first."
Ugly jealousy flooded Merrill's veins. She didn't want this other elf telling her what Carver liked. She didn't want to share him at all! Merrill growled fiercely and swore in Dalish, little harmless sparks shooting out of her fingertips. Cora ran away quickly and disappeared around a corner.
Good, Merrill thought, see if she touches Carver again!"
Feeling bolder, Merrill rapped on the bedroom door. Sabina called out "ready" from the other side and swung open the door to greet her. Beyond the door, Merrill could see a sprawled out Carver on the bed, wrists tied to the posts with rope and a blindfold across his eyes. Sabina smirked knowingly, then held out her palm too. Merrill dropped another precious sovereign into her palm and pushed past, eager to start.
The door clicked softly behind her as Sabina walked out to the hall. Carver twitched his head toward the direction of the sound, mouth opening as if to ask a question. Merrill didn’t want to have to answer. He’d know right away it was her – she was not good at accents.
She rushed to the bed and smoothed her palms over his thighs. That drew his lips together, and Merrill sighed a little in relief. Besides, she was touching Carver! If a little sigh escaped her as she worked his large thigh muscles, it was only natural; he was such a fine looking human.
As she skimmed his thighs, his cock hardened beneath his smalls, tenting the fabric impressively. Merrill had no experience in this, no other cocks with which to compare his to, but her mouth watered at the sight. Begrudgingly, she decided to take Cora’s advice. If Carver liked having his cock sucked first, then she wanted to be sure she pleased him right. Merrill may have had little experience, but she made up for it in enthusiasm.
Without delay, Merrill pulled down his smalls. A long, thick cock bobbed out and hit his flat stomach; Merrill had to contain her appreciative gasp. He was a large human, but his cock was huge. Eyes wide, Merrill’s fingers greedily slid up his thighs to touch. As she cupped him, Carver tipped his head back and took in a shaky breath. She wished she could see his entire face, but wanted to take him first before revealing who she was.
Merrill studied his impressive cock instead, sliding her hand up and down its length. She couldn’t quite wrap her fingers around it, but drew them up over the head, noting how Carver’s stomach muscles clenched when she did so. She was surprised how silky smooth it felt, yet hard as a rock at the same time, and thought it would probably feel just as good in her mouth as it did in her palm.
Leaning forward, Merrill took as much as she could in her mouth, which wasn’t as much as she’d have liked. The length wasn’t the problem as so much as the width, which stretched her mouth to almost discomfort. She would need to practice this then, she thought. Judging by his sounds, Carver liked it well enough, struggling against his arm restraints. She would have liked his hands on her, reassuring her, but he was probably well aware of how Cora felt and would have known it was someone else. That would have ruined her intentions of fully having him.
Merrill pulled back slightly and used her tongue instead, exploring the ridges of his cock-head, the vein that ran along the bottom. She weighed his heavy sac in one hand, and he gasped, liking that touch very much. Merrill was beyond aroused. Her pussy was wet and hot and she ached to touch herself at the same time, but a worker wouldn’t do that unless asked and this was about his pleasure – she would have all the relief when she finally sank onto him.
She spent a few more minutes exploring, testing, experimenting, tracing fingers up and down the length, slicking the beads of pre-come off and putting it to her lips. She wanted to make him come now, to see the thick spend run down his length and pool against his belly, to lick it up and swallow it down. But the thought of him watching her do those things was even more enticing, and she wasn’t sure he would come twice.
She was so slick it ran down her own thighs, and Merrill couldn’t help but squeeze her legs together in an attempt to relieve some pressure. After tracing the length once more with her tongue, Carver spoke, which startled her off his cock.
“Ugh,” he groaned. “Fuck me.”
Merrill wasn’t sure if it was a request or an exclamation of how good it all felt, but she was more than ready to take his cock inside her. She climbed over him and positioned herself above his cock, holding the base with one hand while the other pressed against his abdomen. A bit of nervous energy ran through her belly, and made her pause. This was a point of no return. Sucking his cock was one thing, but taking him inside her…
“Please,” he whined, and Merrill couldn’t resist.
She dropped down, impaling herself on his wonderful, glorious cock. The stretch was so amazingly perfect, beyond anything she could achieve on her own, and she’d yet to go the entire way. As she pushed, inch by inch, Merrill began to pant, trying desperately to keep from shouting out. When he moved his hips upward to meet her though, Merrill gasped out loud, the feeling of the him fully seated inside her too much to bear. He was just so big, and she’d never taken this much before with her own flailing attempts.
As soon as she gasped, the exhale of passion past her lips, Carver stilled, body frozen stiff. He was still hard inside her, but the hard clench of his jaw worried her.
“Merrill?” he asked, bending his knees in some attempt to feel the form between his thighs. “You’re not …” Carver shook his head and a growl erupted deep from his chest. “Take off my mask.”
She did as he asked. To deny otherwise was wrong. Merrill scooted off his body, holding in a disappointed sigh as his cock fell out of her, and undid the ties behind his head with shaking hands. She was more nervous now than she had been at the very start, unmasking a very grumpy Carver Hawke who was very good at being surly.
The mask fell away. They locked eyes for a moment, hurt very clear in his expression. Merrill felt her stomach sink, worried that she’d made a terrible, terrible mistake. That maybe he wasn’t really interested in being more than a friend, that he was un-attracted to her, or even worse, thought she was a child just like his brother did.
Carver turned his head to the side, his face red with anger. “Untie me, Merrill,”
She did as she was told, reaching up to one post to unknot the rope. It was stubborn and her fingers were useless; Merrill used magic to fray the rope instead, his hands coming free in a rush.
Carver sat up, facing the other direction entirely. He cradled his hands in his lap and rubbed his wrists. Merrill realized she’d never taken her nightgown off in her haste, and felt even worse knowing he was fully exposed and she was protected even from his gaze. His cock noticeably softened though and she knew it would be stupid to get naked just to put them on more even footing.
“Carver,” she hazarded, crawling to the other side of the bed, “are you very upset with me?”
He faced the headboard as she drew next to him, refusing to look at her.
“I’m humiliated!” he shouted, muscles at his neck straining taut. Then, very angrily, his shoulders drew up to his ears and he asked, “Did my brother set you—”
“No!” she cried, hands clasping his shoulders. She didn’t want him to think this was a joke at his expense. “Creators, no! Isabela said he threatened you not to touch me, and I thought you maybe did want to touch me and that it wouldn’t happen unless I did something about it. And this was probably not the right way–”
“You think?!” he interrupted, voice bitter. Hard.
“I’m soooo sorry, Carver,” she added, sitting on her heels beside him, letting go of his shoulders. “I thought you liked me and I was wrong to have not asked.”
He grunted. A moment of silence passed where Merrill wrung her hands together and worried she ruined even their casual friendship. And she deserved to feel poorly; it was not a good plan, now that she looked back. It was just so naughty and perfect when Isabela suggested it, and maybe she was too eager to sleep with him to see that he felt entirely different.
Eventually he spoke, very low that Merrill barely heard him.
“I do like you that way, Merrill.”
She froze. It was a good thing for him to like her – she should have felt happy. But he said it in such a dismal way that she still felt sad. Like there was a big “but” coming. Maybe he wasn’t willing to push against his brother’s wishes. Maybe he thought she was too naive, too childish. Merrill gulped. She had to know.
“Why haven’t you tried to touch me? Is it because you think I am too childish?”
Carver’s neck had to hurt from all the whiplash. He looked at her again and the crease of his brow and the upset look in his deep, blue eyes made her feel silly for doubting. Of course he didn’t see her that way. He’d never treated her like a child, just as someone off limits.
“I’ve never thought of you that way, Merrill,” he said, evenly. “Truth is, I have wanted you for a long, long time. And Garrett’s influence is just an excuse. He’s a prick, but he’s not wrong about me not being good for you.”
“No,” she insisted firmly. “You are loyal to your family, and hard at work being a guard when you could have no job at all, and you are always respectful of me being Dalish. Your sisters speak so well of you it would be hard not to hear about you and be a little in love.” She blushed, admitting far more than she meant to. Quickly, she continued, hoping to get past that part. “And you make me feel good! Like someone finally understands me – you’ve never treated me like I was stupid or silly for not knowing things.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, Carver. And you have a very nice, thick cock. That’s very good for me too.”
Her pale Carver flushed with pride, cheeks growing adorably pink while his grin became cocky.
“You were so big in my mouth, I wasn’t sure I could take you inside me. But I liked the way you stretched my pussy. No matter what I try, it never feels as good as that did!”
He was eager and interested in her comments now, which pleased Merrill to no end. She was getting wet again, thinking about how pleasurable it had all been before she gave herself away and he understandably felt upset.
“You’ve tried …” Carver felt his forehead as if it was feverish. “Oh, Maker. Were you picturing … me? When you … did that?”
“Oh, yes!” she insisted, grabbing his thick arm. The swell of his muscles made her all tight and achy, thinking about him throwing her down on the bed. “ I've thought about you many times. I'd never seen your cock before, of course, but I just knew it would be big! I liked to picture you doing all sorts of naughty things to me.”
“Really?”
“Why, yes, Carver, why wouldn’t I? You are so sexy. Will you … can we start again?”
“Yeah, I can't possibly say no to you, Merrill.”
She crawled over into his lap, naked pussy touching his thick cock. It felt amazing against her wet folds. Merrill leaned in for a kiss, breasts against his chest.
“I am sorry for tricking you,” she said against the corner of his mouth. “But I wanted you very, very badly.”
She still did. Merrill’s insides swam with eagerness. She didn’t know she could be this happy, sitting on top of his lap, feeling his length against her, readying herself to be filled by his massive cock again. And though she wanted it to last, she also couldn’t wait for it to start. Merrill kissed him hungrily, squealing as his cock began to rise beneath her.
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Carver could have been mad. Maybe he should have been mad at Merrill for pulling a trick on him, but he just couldn’t deny what he had wanted for so long. When Isabela had offered to pay for a Sailor’s Special, he thought she was up to something, but he couldn’t quite care. She was a convincing rogue, and after all, he was only human.
But Merrill hadn’t felt like Cora, or acted like her. She was too eager and not nearly indifferent enough; she lavished his cock with praise and while it wasn’t expert, enthusiastic fumbling was far better than the alternative.
He was hot just thinking about her tight cunt again. She’d felt incredible – so tight – another clue, so wet sliding down his length. He couldn’t wait to be inside her again and couldn’t resist her request to start over. By now she was swimming in his lap, squirming on his cock and making him impossibly hard. He wanted her to feel good too, though, and Carver decided that he had enough of her taking charge. She could do so again later, when they were in her bed, but he felt owed a little dignity with how things had started.
Merrill gripped his arms while she squirmed. Carver plucked off her nightgown, revealing her glorious naked body. She took his breath away. Carver grabbed her arse with two hands and rotated them on the bed, swooping Merrill up to plop her back down. Her eyes grew wide and looked impressed by his strength, fingers roving over his muscles.
“I liked that,” she admitted, moving to trace his shoulders.
He did too. Merrill was light and lithe against him, beneath him. He loved how small her waist was, how tight her arse was, perfect and round in his grip. Her small breasts were perfect for a handful, her long, graceful limbs beautifully wrapped around him.
“What else do you like?”
“Oh, everything!” she chirped, smiling brightly. “When I pictured us together, I always thought of you like this, on top of me, stabbing me with your sword.” She winked, which made him chuckle at her playfulness.
“Maybe you can be more specific, Merrill? I want it to be good for you.” He pushed his hips toward her suggestively and her mouth made a perfect circle as his cock-head slid through her folds.
“I like that,” she said dreamily, hand drifting down to his cock. “I really like how full you made me feel. I can come on my own, but I always feel too empty. Like I know it could be much, much better with a big cock like yours surging inside me.”
“Merrill,” he groaned, dipping his head against her chest as she stroked them both with her hands.
“Do you like it when I tell you dirty things? Because I think I would like it if you did the same.”
He felt desperate to come just listening to her, feeling her body, spreading her folds with his cock. But he would not disappoint her on their first time going. He hoped to repeat this experience many times and felt he ought to give a good impression. Not that Merrill would judge him if he came quick, but he would judge himself for it.
“I’d do anything you wanted, Merrill.”
“Oh,” she gasped. “Really?”
He grinned down at her. “Really.”
She squirmed again, the tip of his cock nudging against her silky heat. Carver dove down to kiss her properly, tongue sliding against the seam of her lips. Merrill parted sweetly, chasing his probing tongue with her own. He grabbed her face with one hand while the other held him aloft, and he kissed her like he’d always wanted: hungry, possessive.
She moaned and mewled against his lips, fingers still gripping his length. “Let me fuck you,” he said against her ear, and he helped her hold onto his base to line everything up properly.
“Please, please, fill me, Carver,” she begged, even though he needed absolutely no convincing at all.
Carver felt the heat of her entrance welcome his cock-head and surged into her without any preamble. The wet, tight heat of her cunt embraced him again and he couldn’t help moan along with her. She was so tight it was nearly impossible to seat himself fully against her in one move. Carver swore under his breath, head dizzy with sudden desire to come, his sac already drawn up against his body, ready to release.
He stilled for a moment and concentrated, then pushed further and further, stretching her body. He wanted to see everything, had to see himself inside her, and changed positions, leaning back on his heels and dragging her by her hips up his thighs.
“Fuck, Merrill,” he swore. Her small, lovely cunt was stretched thin around his slick cock. It was enough to knock the air out of his lungs. “You are so, so tight,” he grimaced.
She liked watching their connection too, eyes glued to the spot where they joined, biting her lip as he surged in and out of her. She began to touch herself, holding her breasts, tweaking her little pert nipples. His mouth watered at the sight; he wanted to taste every inch of her. Later, he thought, I’ll spend time kissing her entire body later.
Once he set a rhythm, deep, efficient strides, the sounds of their lovemaking lewd and wet, Carver brushed his thumb against her clit. Merrill keened, surging off the bed, her hips pressing up, up, up. She clenched so hard he thought he’d pass out for a second, the grip of her inner muscles working against him deliciously.
“Oh, keep doing that,” she groaned, playing with the tips of her breasts. Her eyes fell closed and her head fell back against the mattress.
He wasn’t opposed to making her come quick. Carver set his focus on her tiny bundle of nerves, stroking in lots of different ways to determine how she liked it best. She seemed to enjoy lots of hard strokes against her clit based on the way it made her squirm. He bit his cheek at the sensations flowing through him. Watching her mewl and whimper made him feel fairly indestructible. Like he could take on the biggest army one handed without breaking a sweat.
“Yes, yes!” she cried, tossing her head back and forth. “Harder, Carver!”
He did as he was told, pressing her clit harder while rocking his hips into her harder too. She was so slick he could hardly believe it. Fucking a prostitute was not nearly as enjoyable. He couldn’t believe he’d put her off. Fuck Garrett. And fuck himself. He was such an idiot.
“I’m going to come,” she cried, eyes squeezed shut. He found the energy to drive into her even harder, blunt cock-head slamming against the back of her inner channel.
All of a sudden she locked stiff and her inner walls milked him so hard he saw bursts of light. There was no stopping his pleasure, and it surged out of him, filling her up even more. The feel of his spend pouring into her was indescribable. He’d never came inside a woman before, and while he realized it was probably stupid to do so now, the intense sense of relief in release was addicting.
He kept fucking her despite being done, and while she moved his hand from her clit, she watched his cock slide in and out of her with great interest.
“Do you think you could come again?” he asked.
Merrill just nodded, pupils blown wide with lust as his seed squeezed out of her while he moved against her. It was arousing, seeing his come, milky white and thick, all along his cock and over her sweet folds. He had a sudden desire to fall to his knees and lick it off her, tasting their joined juices. He’d never thought about it before, and his cock twitched at the idea, but Carver filed that away for later too. Merrill bit her lip again though, and her fingers danced around her entrance, circling around his cock. He was softer than before, and wouldn’t come again, but he knew he was big enough to still make it good for her.
Then Merrill’s fingers came to her mouth and he realized he could come again, watching her taste their come like he’d wanted to.
“That’s … unbelievably hot, Merrill.”
She looked up at him and dragged the pad of a finger against her tongue. He closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, suddenly concerned he was going to blow.
“I have lots of ideas of what we could do together,” she promised.
Carver bent over her, changing the angle dramatically, finding some space somehow to penetrate deeper. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned, coming again as he thrust hard and fast into her cunt. His cock was incredibly hard again, thank the Maker, and he gave her as good a showing as he could give, taking her mouth and diving his tongue deep past her lips just as his cock was doing below. A flood of wetness rewarded his efforts and he groaned, feeling her spend against him, surely leaving a wet mark on the bedclothes. She breathed unevenly, hands pressed against his back, then his hips, then his ass. Once she felt beneath them and massaged his sac, Carver came fiercely, thrusting so hard he felt her recoil slightly from the pressure. It seemed like she came again too with a shout, but the rushing in his ears was too great to tell.
The first time was good, but the second? Carver was wrung out completely. They were going to be a great sticky mess, but he couldn’t give a shit. All he wanted was to keep kissing her until he drowned in her. All his senses were attuned and filled by Merrill. The sound of their wet joining, the feel of her hot cunt, the taste of her sweet lips and tongue, and the sight of her sprawled body when he pulled back at long last. He’d already believed she was perfect, but now he knew it.
“Thank you,” he said, sighing as he pulled out, regretfully.
“Oh,” she replied dazedly, hands coming to rest on his biceps again. Carver plopped down beside her, which made the bed shake dramatically. Merrill giggled and a shot of love sizzled down his spine. Perfect, perfect woman, he thought.
“I’m glad we talked,” she finally replied. “And had sex. But I really hope we can keep doing this, Carver.” she looked over, sweaty hair mussed and lips full from his kissing.
“I can’t think of a reason why we’d ever stop,” he replied, pulling her face towards him for another kiss.
“So,” she said nervously. “Was it a good surprise?”
Carver chuckled against her, pulling her into his arms and folding them around her. Her arse pressed up against his cock and he could have sworn it flinched in interest.
“Far from it,” he teased, feeling her start to protest, attempting to turn in his arms. He only hugged her tighter. “Better than good. It may have been the best surprise anyone’s ever received in their life.”