Joel and Carrie Ch. 12

We remained like that until I noticed that Carrie's eyes were open and that she trying to look past me. I grinned. I hadn't forgotten the mirrors on the ceiling and clearly, neither had my girl. She wanted to see so I shifted my kisses down to her neck. Her moans grew louder and even more lustful. I remained like that for a few minutes, but I could only take so much. Besides, I wanted to see the passion in her eyes. I propping myself up putting one hand on either side of Carrie's head, but making sure not to cut off her view of the mirror completely. She wrapped one hand around each of my forearms and held on as I picked up the pace considerably.

My orgasm was building quickly as I drove in and out of her mercilessly, but before I could reach my peak my girl's eyes locked back on mine and she exploded. I loved watching her face when she lost control. The lust, passion and simply joy of release were intoxicating to see.

"Sorry!" she gasped out almost before she was done. "I wanted to wait, but I couldn't! Seeing what you were doing to me in the mirror..."

"Are you going to continue to talk or do something about it?" I interjected, repeating her earlier question pointedly.

"Why, talk of course," she teased with a laugh.

"I don't think so," I growled, pulling out and rolling Carrie onto her stomach. I grabbed her hips roughly and thrust back inside of her. My girl's only response was to moan. Well, that and grab a pillow and push it under herself to give me better access. I took full advantage.

I watched as Carrie put her hands over her head and grabbed two handfuls of the sheets, choking them as her next orgasm built. I also leaned forward and moved Carrie's hair out of the way. It was still damp with her sweat. So was her neck as I licked and sucked on it. She moaned louder. My girl liked how it felt and I liked the taste of her salty skin. I kissed my way down to her shoulder and back, pausing at the spot I knew sent shivers through her body.

"Joel, I'm close again!" she gasped after a while.

"Good!" I growled, sucking hard on that same spot. It was where her shoulders touched her neck. Carrie didn't like hickeys and neither did I really, but at that moment I couldn't stop myself from leaving one.

"You didn't?" she asked.

"Oh...yes...I...did!" I replied, pulling back and thrusting deep after each word.

"Bastard!" my girl cried, but then despite her angry tone she lost control once more. This time I refused to stop, my own need demanding release. I grabbed hold of Carrie's wrists and pulled her arms behind her. She forgot the mark on her neck and her anger. She forgot everything other than the pleasure of the moment. "Oh yes! Ride me! Ride me!"

Carrie rolled into another orgasm as I pulled on her wrists so hard that I ended up lifting her torso off the bed. Still, I couldn't find my release. My girl finished and her head fell forward, her hair dangling down and covering her face. I let go of her wrists and her body dropped back to the bed. She was obviously spent.

"Don't you dare stop!" Carrie said with some difficulty. She obviously guessed my intension. "I want to feel you explode inside of me! Unless you're not man enough?"

"That was a mistake," I growled, thrusting deep once more. I used one hand to hold both of her hands at the base of her spine. Unable to resist, I used my free hand to slap her ass hard enough for it to sting.

"Bastard!" my girl gasped, but she clearly liked it. I slapped her ass again and she groaned in appreciation, so I did it another time. Each blow was followed by a loud moan from Carrie. I switched hands after a while. The cheeks of her ass turned bright pink by the time she was ready for release once more.

I let go of her hands and grabbed hold of her hips. I wasn't going to stop this time until I was done. Carrie continued to moan loudly under me. She knew what was about to happen and she wanted it. She wanted it very badly.

"Oh yes!" my girl cried. She'd moved her hands over her head once more, only this time instead of her grabbing two handfuls, her nails raked across the sheets. "That's it Joel! Take me! Take me! Remind me how I'm yours and yours alone!"

"All mine!" I growled, my hips blurring as I rode her. I lost track of everything else except my need. Carrie might have had another orgasm along the way. Honestly, I'm not sure. I do know that she was shuddering beneath me when I finally lost complete control and exploded.

It took a few minutes for me to come back to myself afterward. I was lying on my back with Carrie resting her head on my shoulder. We were both fighting for air for quite some time.

"You really left a mark, didn't you?" Carrie asked, not pleased as she rubbed where I'd left the hickey, but not really angry either.

"Sorry," I offered. "I'm not sure what came over me."

"I do," she sighed. "That's what suppressed anger will do. I told you that it's not good for you."

"Are you okay?" I asked in concern, remembering just how rough I was with her. Carrie lifted her head and looked down at me.

"I'm fine. My butt smarts and I'll definitely be sore tomorrow, but I'll survive." She saw that the concern in my expression didn't lesson and sighed. "Joel, I really am fine. You have to know that I enjoyed that almost as much as you. I think you were right earlier. It wasn't just you in a mood. I can't say that I want you to be that rough again anytime soon, but if we're ever both in the mood..." She was smiling and looked sated. That helped more than anything else. I decided to have some fun with her.

"...We'll see if Abby is available," I smirked, remembering the Indian girl from the day after our prom. She was into pain.

"Oh no!" Carrie laughed. "None of that! I told you, I'm done sharing you. You're all mine!"

"Even when I mark your neck?" I asked.

"Just this once," she said pointedly.

"We'll see," I grinned. I didn't really intend to do it again. It was just fun teasing her. Carrie shook her head slowly, but then surprised me with a sigh.

"Oh well, I guess if I put a little makeup on it and wear my hair down it won't be as noticeable."

"You liked it, didn't you?" I asked, surprised by the revelation.

"That's not really the point," she replied. "It's simply not classy."

"Don't worry," I said, laughing at her tone. "It will be our little secret. Next time, I'll pick a spot less visible." Carrie rolled her eyes, but then settled back down on my shoulder. We fell silent for a while, just enjoying the moment.

That lasted until the hand I was resting on her hip accidently slipped down to her ass. My girl didn't complain so I began gently rubbing it. After awhile I felt Carrie hand travel down from my chest and take hold of stiffening cock.

"Exactly what I thought," she sighed. "You really are insatiable. By the way, just what do you think you're going to do with this?" She knew perfectly well what I wanted. I was betting from her tone that despite her words, she was interested or at least willing. The fact that she was slowly stroking me was another not particularly subtle hint to that effect.

"I know I abused your ass, but..." I began.

"The stinging has subsided, but it's still sensitive," she said pointedly, but then she squeezed my cock and added, "Of course, we can't leave you like this and there's no way I'm letting you abuse me the same place as before. I think you forget just how big you are sometimes. You really gave me a workout. I'm betting I'll be sore down there long after my ass stops hurting."

"I'll take that bet," I grinned. "The night is still young."

"Jerk!" she cried, but she also laughed.

"Don't worry," I said more seriously. "I'm not as uncontrolled now. I'll be more careful."

"And what makes you think I'm worried?" Carrie asked. She lifted her head off my chest and gave me a sexy smile. She saw what it did to me and actually laughed nervously before adding, "Okay, maybe I am a little worried. I can see that you're still not fully yourself even if you can't, but a promise is a promise. I said you could have whatever you wanted and I can't say that I'm surprised you want my ass. After all, it is your biggest fetish. Please just start slow this time."

"Not a problem," I smiled, rolling her onto her stomach again. My girl had the perfect ass, not that I didn't like them in all sizes and shapes. Carrie's was heart shaped and always did things to me. I licked my lips as I looked at it, but instead of reaching for it immediately I started rubbing my girl's shoulders.

"That's nice," she moaned gently, causing me to smile. I took my time giving her the best full body massage I could manage.

"Now the front," I said.

"You missed a spot," Carrie grinned. I hadn't touched her ass. I knew better. If I did, I wouldn't be able to continue.

"I'm saving it for last."

"I'll bet!" she laughed, but shifted so I could massage her front. A moment later she sighed again. "You know, you're very good at this."

"So you've told me once or twice before," I smiled, taking my time on her shoulders and chest before moving down to her stomach and hips. Truthfully, I didn't focus long on her hips because they had a way of destroying my control almost as quickly as her ass. My hands traveled to her thighs. I took my time there before starting on her shins.

"Um Joel, can you do my shoulders once more?" Carrie asked, rolling back onto her stomach. Her voice was relaxed, but also a little deeper than normal. A massage also put my girl in the mood.

"Sure," I said, reaching for her shoulders.

"This will never do," she sighed as if the positioning was wrong. She shifted on the bed until her head was facing my lap. I reached out and rubbed her shoulders. She moaned and added, "That's perfect!" I didn't argue with her, especially when propped herself up on her elbows and took hold of my cock with both hands.

My hands shifted from her shoulders to her neck. At first I rubbed it as well, but when she smiled up at me and took my cock into her mouth I couldn't focus well enough to continue the massage. That was okay because it had clearly done the trick. My girl was in the mood once more.

"I'm going to cum if you keep that up!" I groaned a few minutes later. She pulled off of my cock.

"That's the general idea," she grinned, taking me in once more.

"It's only going to delay the inevitable," I gasped, causing her to gag once with laughter. She had to pull off again.

"You don't think I know that?" she asked. "Now stop distracting me, unless you don't want me to finish?"

"Oh, I want!" I admitted freely. My girl was the best at so many things, not the least of which was taking care of me with her mouth. I took the time to straighten out my legs and lie down before letting her continue. Carrie remained between my legs. She cupped my balls and squeezed gently as she worked my cock with her mouth. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. That's when I glanced up and saw the mirror.

I couldn't really see Carrie taking care of me because her head was in the way, but I did see us both lying there. I saw my girl's back and ass as she did her best to bring me to orgasm. I watched as her head began bobbing up and down.

"Oh yeah!" I gasped when she shifted her mouth from my cock to my balls. She licked and sucked as her right hand stroked my length. That I could see in the mirror now that her face was buried beneath. "I'm close!"

Carrie shifted back to my cock. I grabbed her head with both hands and thrust up into her mouth, watching how it looked in the mirror. I wanted to finish this way, but the sight of her ass was too much. There was no way I could reach it like this so I lifted Carrie.

"Hey!" she cried, but didn't fight as I moved her into the sixty-nine position with her on top. Her pussy looked red and sore. That was okay. That's not what I wanted at this moment anyway.

The angle was more difficult, but Carrie knew what I wanted. She hunched her hips slightly and my tongue grazed the entrance to her ass. She moaned and I shuddered once, fighting off my orgasm as best I could. The sight that greeted me in the mirror above the bed didn't help. I pushed my tongue deep.

"Once a pervert, always a pervert!" my girl gasped, but then added, "I am so lucky!" After that, she focused on finishing me and there was nothing I could do to stop her, not that I wanted to. Carrie was squeezing my balls as they jumped in release. She swallowed everything I had to offer and then continued to suck me until I started getting hard once more. By that time her ass was as ready as it was ever going to be.

"Carrie, I want you to sit on top of me and face away," I said when I couldn't wait any longer. That surprised her a little. Usually, I liked to be on top when I was taking her ass, but she didn't argue. My girl shifted, straddled my hips and held my cock at the entrance to her ass. I could see her back tense, so I added, "Take your time."

Carrie did, but it wasn't very long before I was fully in her ass. I felt the head of my cock push past the initial resistance. After that her own body weight drove the rest of my cock deep.

"It always feels like I'm sitting on a pole!" she moaned, casing me to stiffen slightly. Her moan turned into a gasp. "Easy!"

I did my best to be patient, but it wasn't easy. I knew what I wanted. I just needed to give my girl time to get ready. On the other hand, it wouldn't be long. Carrie was game. She slowly began riding up and down my cock. I watched her ass cheeks clench every so often. It was really rather beautiful in a lust filled way. I grabbed her hips when the time came.

"I'll hold you steady," I said. "Shift your legs so that they're on top of mine." Carry complied, giving up any sense of control. "Now lay back on my chest."

"Oh wow!" she said after she did. We were both looking up into the mirror now and could watch. My girl shifted almost immediately now that she knew what I wanted. She spread her legs and lifted them. My hands shifted from her hips to behind her knees as I slowly began working my cock in and out of her ass. Carrie gasped, adding, "Very nice!" The sight of us like this was getting to her even more than me.

My girl surprised me when she lifted her legs even higher. I knew she was limber, but I groaned in surprised lust when her knees were even with her head. I wrapped my arms around them and squeezed, thrusting into her ass more strongly. I had to hold her very tight to make it work.

"It looks so nasty!" she moaned.

I'm not sure how it happened, but suddenly my arms were wrapped around her legs with my hands locked behind her neck. It couldn't be comfortable for her, but Carrie didn't complain. In fact, she did quite the opposite.

"Fuck yes!" she gasped, her voice forced because of the angle of her head."'I can see you entering my ass! It's so dirty!"

I looked up into the mirror and groaned. Carrie was fully exposed. Her bruised, pink pussy showing through the tuft of blond hair between her legs. I was holding her legs behind her head which shifted her hips just enough make the sight of my cock pushing deep into her ass visible. My girl's chin was buried in her chest and she could see. I growled and thrust in and out as fast as I could. Carrie obviously loved it at first, but eventually it was too much.

"Joel, we can't!" she cried. "Not like this! You'll break my neck!"

"Okay!" I snapped, letting go. I wasn't mad, only frustrated. Carrie quickly rolled onto her back and spread her legs, lifting them once more. I was obviously not the only one in need.

"Finish me! Please!" my girl cried. I rolled on top of her and thrust my cock back into her ass. She held her own legs wide as I rammed my cock in and out as hard as I could. I used my thumb on her clit when I grew close, eventually causing her to gasp out, "Do it! Fill my ass with your cum!"

I slapped her clit twice. That was all it took. She erupted beneath me. I think I actually roared as my own release took me. I continued to pump in and out of her ass uncontrollably for a long time. Eventually, we ended up like we usually did after we finished. I was lying on my back with Carrie resting her head on my shoulder, only this time we were both looking up into the mirror on the ceiling. Our eyes locked and we smiled.

"Better?" Carrie asked, causing me to laugh.

"Yes," I replied.

"Good, because after this I'm going to need weeks to recover."

"I'm willing to give you days, maybe," I said.

"Who are you trying to kid?" my girl laughed. "You'll be all over me in the morning."

"Good point," I agreed readily. "Sorry."

"That's okay," she said. "You did spend a lot of money for the hotel. It would seem a waste if we didn't get the most out of it."

"We haven't even used the hot tub yet," I offered.

"Something to look forward to in the morning," she sighed.

"Agreed." I began playing with her hair as we continued to look at each other in the mirror.

"Joel, I'd like to have a mirror on the ceiling once we buy a house." She could have been joking, but she wasn't. I could tell from her expression.

"I told you are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world."

"You just keep thinking that," Carrie laughed gently. "But that's not why I want the mirror. It's this. The way we look together right now." I couldn't argue. She met my gaze once more through the mirror and then nuzzled into my shoulder and chest, closing her eyes. The warmth of her body against mine only enhanced the love we obviously shared. It was all plain to see in our reflection.

"Perfect."

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I woke up slowly the next morning. I felt much better than I had in a long time. I turned to thanks the woman who was responsible, but she wasn't in bed. I frowned and stood reluctantly. I left the bedroom to find Carrie sitting in the hot tub.

"Good morning," she smiled.

"Good morning," I agreed, leaning over and kissing her. "The hot water helping?"

"You have no idea," she laughed. "There are muscles that hurt that I didn't even know I had!"

"Are you going to make it?" I teased.

"Maybe," she retorted. She lifted her hair, showing me her shoulder and neck. The mark was smaller than I feared, but also darker. "It's bad, isn't it?"

"Hmm," I said. I'd done a good job.

"That's just great!" she snapped. "You're not allowed to do that again until the winter!"

"I might be able to wait that long," I joked. Carrie was naked in the hot tub and the sight of her was starting to get to me. She saw.

"Why don't you go take a shower before joining me?" my girl asked. It wasn't really a question and I knew it. I laughed.

The spray of water felt good and got rid of the last vestiges of sleep. I really did need a shower so I took my time and washed. Carrie had her eyes closed and was soaking contently by the time I joined her in the hot tub. She grimaced as she shifted over to make room.

"That bad?" I asked in surprise.

"I pulled a muscle getting out of bed this morning," she sighed. "Someone decided to make a human pretzel out of me last night. It must have been because we bumped into Sandy. Next time remember, she's the gymnast, not me."

"That was a bit much," I said, thinking back to the sight of her in the mirror above the bed as I took her ass. "But you seemed to enjoy it."

"I did," she admitted. "But my body regrets it now."

"It's nice to see you can joke about Sandy," I said, changing the subject. "You really are getting better."

"Please!" she snorted. "I know you saw my reaction when they offered to join us."

"Yes, I did," I said. "But it was better than when Jen suggested it earlier. And at least you're able to talk about it like this now."

"What's going on anyway?" Carrie frowned. "Is God having some fun with us? How do we end up bumping into one of the biggest prudes we know and somehow her new boyfriend is a pervert and interested in having a party with us? He had her half convinced despite her denials."