Carl:Caveman Instinct series 2.5(8)

We pulled up to a fortress style fence and gate that surrounded the  property. I could see the cameras and didn't need to be told that it was  a top of the line security system. The gates opened to a white  driveway. The elaborate gardens were very green, with splashes of  colorful blooming flowers. I looked out the window, transfixed by my  surroundings. The house came into view and a gasp left my lips. It  wasn't just a mansion. It was a mansion on steroids. If I really wanted  to get technical I'd call it a friggin' palace. The backdrop was the  water, so I bet the back half of the house overlooked the beach. Three  stories high, it resembled a castle, with sandstone pillars, white  brick, black tiled roof and fancy windows that added to the grandness. I  wondered briefly if he was compensating for anything, but dismissed  that thought as I remembered how big his dick had felt when it rubbed  against me this morning.

We drove around to the side where mechanical doors opened and the car  drove in. Even the bloody garage was elaborate, with murals of cars  painted on the walls and what looked to be signed memorabilia from  racing car drivers. It wasn't messy and didn't look to house any tools,  dirt or storage crap. I'd never seen any garage like it. "Where do you  keep all your junk?" I was curious. I kept all my crap that I might need  someday in my mother's garage.

Carl raised one perfectly sculptured eyebrow. "I don't own any junk."

Ha, yeah right. Everyone has junk. I mean, I was sure everyone had at  least a junk drawer. You know that drawer where you put pamphlets, and  pens that don't work, but maybe if you try again sometime they may.  "Okay so you don't have junk in your garage. I keep all mine in my  mother's." Carl's gaze narrowed and his fingers threaded through mine.  "You know, like the exercise bike that I bought and used for a month or  two, or the boxes of my teenage clothes and kid stuff."

"Why don't you just throw them out?" He asked as we walked through a door and into a hallway.

I stopped and stared at him, horrified. "Why would I do that? I may need them someday."

His brown eyes darkened until they looked almost black and a spark shone  in them. His lips quirked up and his dimples popped. I really couldn't  help the sigh that escaped. "Oh really. You think you're going to need  and want to wear clothes from when you were fourteen?" His body shook as  he chuckled

"Well, I wouldn't wear the clothes. Not that I could fit into them  anyway, but I may want to um, give them to my daughter if I ever had  one." This was my justification for keeping them for the last fifteen  years.

He squeezed my hand. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but we won't be having any girls. Silvermans only produce boys."

"Ha! What makes you think I'll be having children with you? I may find myself some guy who'll give me a bunch of girl-"

The snarl cut off my antagonizing. I had no idea why Carl brought out  this side of me. The side that bantered back, that fought, and that  didn't take shit. I wasn't like this usually. I was a very stereotypical  librarian: quiet, shy and very reserved. Carl made me hot and fluttered  and my coping mechanism, so I didn't jump him, seemed to be pissing him  off.

Carl yanked me against his hard body and his mouth slammed down,  claiming mine. He lifted me up, cupping my arse. I gripped his shoulder,  so I didn't fall and without breaking the searing kiss, he walked.                       
       
           



       

I should probably have fought him, or at least tried to stop what he was  doing to me, but his fingers kneaded my arse, and the walking motion  had me grinding against him as he devoured my mouth. I didn't want to  stop. I wanted more. I wanted to feel his naked skin against my own. I  wanted to give in for once and let myself go. To give into temptation.

We stopped and I reluctantly forced myself to pull my mouth from his. We  entered an elevator and he pressed a button. Holy shit. We were in a  house elevator. He placed me gently on the ground and I took a step back  only for him to follow.

"Take it off." His deep voice was a barley recognized growl.

I shivered and stared up at his eyes, dark pools filled with lust and  promise. With shaking fingers I undid my blouse and unzipped my pants.  His breathing was getting louder and a power I'd never felt before  washed over me at the knowledge I was making him so turned on. I slipped  the blouse off, letting it fall to the floor as the elevator opened. He  gathered me to him again and left the elevator. I wrapped my arms  around his neck and my legs hooked to his waist. His hands rested on my  back and his lips claimed mine as he started walking again. Lost in  passion, I almost missed his fumbling with my bra. His snarl of  frustration into my mouth had me moving away and giggling. He placed me  down and I looked around to see we were standing in front of two large  doors. He opened them and before I got to see the room we were going  into, Carl lifted me over his shoulder and strolled in. Dazed at the  change, I didn't have time to react before he laid me down on a massive  bed.

"Take it all off now." I didn't argue or even pause to think of what I  was doing. I was so worked up. I'd have done just about anything he said  right then. I kicked my shoes off, wiggled out of my pants, and threw  them and my underwear on the ground. A thought in the back of my mind  told me I should be more cautious, that I shouldn't be this brazen. I  was naked on a huge bed with a man I barely knew. The groan of  appreciation he gave me as he stared at my body had my confidence  soaring.

I watched with heated anticipation as he ripped his clothes off to  reveal the beautifully sculptured body I remembered from that morning.  He was toned and tall and had one tattoo. It looked to be the medical  symbol on his chest. Sighing in appreciation, the urge to trace the  symbol with my tongue flashed before me. I wanted to explore every inch  of him. I knelt on the bed and resisted the urge to throw myself at him.  Any resistance I felt I had toward Carl had vanished. All I could think  about was climbing back on him and taking his mouth to mine and letting  my tongue do the exploring I craved. Oh God, what had come over me? I  felt almost animalistic.

Carl crawled to me. My stomach fluttered and body heated. I reached for  him and settled myself against him. He cupped my face and brushed his  lips over mine lingering to whisper, "You're mine." He eased away and  stared into my eyes. "No one else will ever see you or feel you like  this again. This I promise. Mine," he hissed before claiming my mouth as  his own.

His fingers ran down my body caressing my breasts and tweaking my  nipples. Shots of delight pulsed through me and I closed my eyes and  basked in his touch. My own fingers explored, tracing the ridges in his  back before coming around and trailing the pads over every crevice and  bump. Mmm, I loved the feel of his body. I sighed in pure bliss as he  flexed, and my fingers smoothed over his abs. I'd never been with  someone with a body like Carl. He wasn't bodybuilder muscle, but he was  solid and toned. I'd seen pictures of hot bodies, but never had the  pleasure to feel one and I was enjoying it. I liked that Carl looked  after himself. He was older than me I knew, but I didn't know by how  much, and he was a busy doctor that kept in shape. I was impressed.

I opened my eyes as the kiss deepened. Carl ravaged my mouth and I  matched him, fighting to taste more, to feel more. I tangled my tongue  with his and sucked as I moved my lips to match his rhythm. Carl's body  moved us further down on the bed and I wrapped my legs tighter around  him as he rubbed against me. Circling my arms around him I ran my  fingers up and down his back.

His mouth tore from mine on a groan and I panted for breath. He rested  his face into the crook of my neck and sucked. Shots of pure ecstasy  pulsed straight to my pussy. When he came to my ears his tongue snaked  out and licked sending shivers right through me before he nibbled on the  tip. Holy shit. Sparks fluttered down me and stopped at my core.

Carl eased me down on the bed so my back rested on the soft quilt. He  kissed his way down my neck and nibbled my collar bone. Oh my, he knew  what he was doing. He knew every spot that had me burning hotter for  him. His hot breath feathered over my puckered nipples and my heart  missed a beat. I took a deep breath in as my body started shaking. He  sucked one pebbled nipple in before repeating with the other. I never  wanted him to stop. I gripped his hair holding him against me. My skin  now burned with building lust stronger than I'd ever felt in my life.                       
       
           



       

His hand reached my mound and he slid two fingers into my sopping wet  core and moaned against my breasts. He pumped his fingers in and out of  me as he sucked on my breasts. I was going to fall over the edge soon. I  was wound up and he was amazing. I arched into him as he drew my nipple  into his mouth. My hips bucked, rising up to push his fingers deeper.