Soul Keeper (3 page)

She stepped inside, Rob close behind her, and the click of the door closing prompted her stomach to turn over. A king-size bed dominated the room and her mind, and she imagined them on it, locked in an embrace. Her cunt clenched and heat rose to her cheeks. After so long waiting for their meeting, the anticipation of this day, she wanted him more than she’d wanted anyone. A silent connection existed between them, as though an invisible string had bound them together since birth, growing shorter as destiny pushed them together. Now the string was only a meter long, and their time spent in this room would obliterate it forever as their souls fused into one.

Carrie blushed further at her poetic musings. Did real love do that to a person? Did it give one a new perspective, a new leaning toward the romantic? She hadn’t felt like this with her ex-husband or with any man before him. God, she had missed out on so much.

Rob’s hand on her back brought her out of her reverie, and she smiled up at him. He pulled her into his arms, their strength solid on her back, and she sighed against his chest. His scent wafted up, and she breathed it in, so content. Would she remember that smell when they parted? Could she conjure it up during the days between now and their next meeting if she closed her eyes to recall the curve of his chin, the feel of his lips? Tears spilled, and she cursed herself for thinking too far ahead.

Enjoy the moment. Don’t look forward. Not yet
.

“Hey,” Rob said, lifting her chin with his finger. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, feeling wretched that she had tainted their precious time, given him cause for concern. “It’s nothing. I’m just being silly, that’s all.”

“Tell me,” he said, kissing her tears away. “We promised—no secrets.”

Carrie sighed and her lower lip trembled. “I stupidly thought about tomorrow.”

“Don’t,” Rob whispered. “It’s too painful. Just…just pretend for a while that this is forever, hmm? And it will be one day, when I sell up.” He tilted his head. “If you still want me, that is.”

She widened her eyes and playfully slapped his chest. “I don’t have to answer that. You know the answer.”

His chuckle warmed her to her toes, and he unbuttoned her coat then took it off before moving from her to hang it on the back of the door. With her body exposed to him under harsh lighting, she covered her belly with her arms, suddenly worried he wouldn’t find her attractive. Her self-confidence of earlier had decided to vanish on her.

He walked back to her then held her wrists. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me. You’re beautiful. Believe it.”

A lump expanded in her throat. “You’re so special.”

He clasped the back of her head and pressed her cheek to his chest, kissing her hair, twining his fingers in it. His other hand rested warm between her shoulder blades, thumb brushing her skin. “Would you like me to run you a bath?”

My God, this man is so…wonderful
.

She nodded, unable to speak, and he guided her to the bed then gently pushed her down to sit.

“Wait here,” he said. “I won’t be long.”

Rob turned and walked away, and she eyed the sway of his hips, the straight set of his shoulders. He disappeared through a door opposite, and it seemed as if the warmth left the room with him. Chilled, Carrie rubbed her arms and stood, feeling silly for following him but powerless to stop herself. She peeked around the door.

Rob was bending over the double-size tub swirling the water. He stood upright and took a small bottle of rose-colored liquid from the bath edge. He pulled out the small cork stopper then poured the contents into the gush of water coming from the tap. She stepped fully into the room, and he glanced over his shoulder, a smile making the skin beside his eyes crinkle.

“Hello, you,” he said, placing the bottle back down.

Carrie hugged him from behind, smoothing her hands up and down his chest. He hung his head back a little, and she rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her cheek to his, the wonderful smell of him strong in the steam-filled room.

He turned, slid his fingers into her hair and kissed her nose. “I love your hair.”

Everything he said turned her on—the timbre of his voice, the lilt of his accent—and she clamped her thighs together. Her cunt ached, and she remembered the feel of his fingers there, wanting them there again. He trailed his hands up her back to unclasp her bra then drew the straps over her shoulders and down her arms. After dropping it to the floor, he cupped her breasts, weighing them, fingers splayed around the outer swells. Her nipples perked, and he caressed them with his thumbs, his gaze fixed on her face. With what seemed like reluctance, he set her free to shut off the water, dipping his hand into the tub to test the heat. He turned back to her and ran his wet fingers down her chest then over her nipple. Moving lower, he skated her belly, his hand coming to rest on her hip. Deft fingers slid beneath her thong waistband and drew it down, Rob descending to his knees. She lifted one dirty foot then the other, Rob removing her knickers and tossing them over by the door.

He looked up at her, and her heart swelled with such tenderness and longing she wondered how she’d ever lived without him. Smooth, strong hands glided up her calves, fingertips swirling over the backs of her knees then rising up her thighs to her buttocks. He softly massaged them with circular motions, skimming her ass cleft. When his fingertips brushed lower, grazing between her legs, she gasped.

Rob broke their gaze and dipped his head. His breath fanned her cunt, and she parted her legs a little more, wanting to thrust herself against his mouth, yet at the same time loving the slow and deliberate way he administered to her. He parted her cunt with his tongue, and her legs juddered at the contact. Hands still caressing her ass, he flattened his tongue and swept it from bottom to top, putting pressure on her clit. Then he guided it down, and she clutched his head so she didn’t fall backward in pure bliss. His tongue entered her, and a shock of pleasure zipped into her, pooling at the top of her slit then spreading to the pit of her stomach.

He drew his tongue upward again to flick it back and forth across her clit. Her hips bucked, and she moved her hands from his hair onto his shoulders.

Clit throbbing, she whispered, “Stop. Not yet. Please.”

He raised his head and looked up at her, his eyes questioning.

“Come here,” she said and tilted her head.

He stood, running his hands up her back, and Carrie palmed his face with one hand and fondled his cock through his trousers with the other. Rob kissed her, and she tasted herself—salty yet sweet. Drawing her hands up between them, she loosened his tie and pulled it free of his collar. She dropped it to the floor and kissed him deeper as he kneaded her shoulders then moved his hands down over her breasts. The thrill of his touch spurred her to slide her fingers beneath the fabric of his shirt to explore his chest. Coarse hairs tickled her, and she pushed her fingers through them. Excitement warmed her body, and a hot flush bloomed on her face. A needy whimper dissolved in her throat, and she wrenched her mouth from his to lower her lips to his chest.

She sought out his nipple, shifting her hands down his sides then to his zipper. Licking the small, tight bud, she grazed her teeth over it. Rob groaned and wound her hair around his fingers. Carrie drew down his zipper and freed his cock, fisting it with smooth, even strokes. She raised her head and kissed along his jaw, remembering he’d once told her that if she ever sucked his earlobe, he’d be undone. With a smile she drew it into her mouth and dashed out her tongue, clasping the back of his head to keep him there.

“Oh, fuck!” he whispered, gripping her hair tighter. “Don’t!
Don’t
…”

Licking down his neck then along his collarbone, Carrie gained new speed and a faster rhythm on his cock. Rob pulled her hair, and she smiled, wondering how much courage it had taken for him to do that, pleased that he had granted one of her email requests even though he was shy and would have found it difficult. She released his cock and rested her hands on his chest, pushed lightly and stepped back. He dropped his hands from her hair to his sides, cock jutting proudly from his fly. Would he move them to cover it? Though his hands twitched, he didn’t hide himself, and to erase the awkwardness she sensed he felt, she took his hand in hers.

She dipped one toe in the sudsy water, and he helped her into the tub, keeping hold of her hand until she’d lowered her body. The scent of the bubble bath wafted around her, a soothing, calming aroma.

Sliding her head beneath the water, she soaked her hair, then rose again and turned to Rob. “Undress for me?”

A blush crept onto his cheeks, and he lifted his hands up only to drop them down again, shielding his cock. “I-I, uh… Sweetheart, I—”

“Please? It’s only me here. Us.”

His expression softened, and he shrugged out of his jacket and shirt, letting them fall to the floor. Black hairs covered his chest and stomach, growing further downward still, she imagined, until they merged with the tuft surrounding his cock. He undid his trouser button then eased them and his black boxers down his legs. He toed off his shoes. Slipped his socks off as he removed his pants, balanced first on one foot and then the other. Rob stood upright, and she took in the sight of him, a small smile playing about her lips that she’d been right about those hairs.

His cock jerked as he studied her too, his gaze sliding from her face down to her breasts then across to one knee that poked out of the water. Bubbles hid the rest of her from view, yet nothing obscured him from hers. His physique screamed of someone who took care of his body. Toned stomach muscles lurked beneath those hairs, and she ached to touch them. Instead, she slid her hands between her legs, holding herself open with two fingers.

Rob released a jagged breath and clenched his fists. His thigh muscles bunched as he scrunched his toes, and his balls lifted then relaxed. She ran her tongue over her lips, imagining them as his sac.

“Ahh,” she breathed, wanting him inside her. Wanting to fuck him so hard his head spun. Deliberately making her hand break the water’s surface as she played, Carrie said, “Touch yourself?”

Hesitant, Rob moved his hand to his cock.

“That’s it. Show me how you like it.”

His gaze on her face, he began a slow rhythm, languid strokes that fascinated her. His cock hardened further, the purple-hued head thick and wide. She recalled the feel of it in her hand, how it had burgeoned beneath her touch, and she sped up her movements on her clit. The water splashed, and she raised her pelvis, splaying her toes against the bottom of the bath. He flicked his attention to her hands and sucked in a breath, working his cock faster, harder. He bent his knees and thrust out his hips, his other hand braced on his thigh, fingers spread out.

Carrie’s breaths grew labored, and she slowed, veering too close to orgasm. Taking her hand away, she brought both up to her breasts and fondled her nipples, pulling and pinching them so Rob could see what turned her on.

“Join me?” she asked, eyes half-lidded.

Rob let go of his cock. Carrie spread her legs a bit more, and he climbed in, kneeling between them. He leaned forward and stared into her eyes. She moved her hands so his took their place. He mirrored her earlier touches, his fingers much more pleasing than hers, and she ached with longing for him to fill it. Grasping his upper arms, she drew him down to cover her. His hands left her breasts to grip the bath edge above her head, and his cock butted against her cunt.

She clenched her inner walls, clit pulsating, heart beating double time. Breath held, she waited for him to push inside her, but he didn’t. Instead, he lifted a little and slid his cock up and down her slit. The water jostled, and she smoothed her hands down his sides. His muscles moving beneath her palms, she clutched his ass, gasping as his cock pressed harder. Pleasure mounted, and she looked up to find him still staring at her, his near-black eyes half closed, a sexy smile on his lips.

Carrie touched her hands to his chest and pushed him up. He reared to his knees, his cock sticking out of the water, and she itched to take the whole of it in her mouth and suck him dry. She sat up and gripped the bath edge with one hand, pushing down as she stood. Rob watched her as if she were an ethereal being, and his obvious adoration for her shone from his eyes. She sat on the wide, shelf-like ledge and leaned her shoulders against the wall, the white tile cold on her skin. Her nipples hardened further, and she spread her legs, inviting him to lick her.

Rob positioned himself between her legs. She widened them some more to give him better access. Head bent, Rob laved a path up and down her slit. The combination of his strokes and the air chilling her skin had her clit swelling even more. Carrie slid her fingers through his hair then massaged his back, desire snaking through her at the sight of his head bobbing.

She slowly scooted her ass closer to the edge, taking her hands from his back to grip the ledge. She tilted her head to watch him and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out.

Fuck. No more. I can’t come yet. Need to wait.

She lifted his head and held his face in her hands.

“My turn,” she whispered, rising to swap places with him.

He sat and she kneeled. She pried his legs apart and settled between them. He drew his legs closer to her, their wet warmth security about her waist. Carrie took his cock in her hand and lifted her face to his for a kiss. He nipped her bottom lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth. She worked his cock with slow, sensual movements, and he took in a quick, sharp breath through his nose.

After giving him small kisses to his chin, his jaw, his neck, she lowered her head to his erection. Her hand at the base, she held him upright then took the whole of his cock in her mouth. The feel of it on her tongue had butterflies flapping in her tummy and up her windpipe. Her cunt spasmed and her heart rate soared. Breaths quickening, she eased upward, gliding her lips over the head, scooping up the pre-cum appetizer. The taste of it spread on her tongue and prompted her to mouth-fuck his cock faster so she could taste the main course.