Carmine Robertson looked at the rain that fell steadily down her window. The lights were low, the candles flickered in the back ground, their glimmer reflected in the mirror by her bed. She sat on the window seat, the cushion underneath worn and tattered, but still comfortable. Carmine, however was not. Her fingers trailed the paths of the rain as it splattered to and fro, the beating rhythm filled her senses and she pressed her forehead against the cold glass.
He was very late.
Deep inside she knew he was going to be. While she grilled the steaks, made the cheesecake, tossed the salad, and chilled the wine, she'd kept telling herself it was all for nothing. Once again as the lavender scented candles dripped their scented wax down the sides she closed her eyes and wept the tears of a love lost. . .
Thomas Robertson sat in his car, rain pelting his windshield. He'd just looked at himself in the mirror and scrubbed away the signs of his affair. He also noticed the bruise and cut from the slap she'd given him. They both came from the emerald ring he'd given her over a year ago as a present. Tonight he'd broken it off with her and the bruise was the proof of his adultery. He noticed the time and cursed.
He was very late.
Deep inside he knew she wouldn't forgive him this time. He knew he'd pushed that last button and she wouldn't be there at the door to greet him with open arms, though knowing ones. Yes, she knew. She just hadn't accepted it. Today though out of all the days of the year to be late, this one was the worse. . .
As Carmine blew out the candles, Thomas hurried home. As she walked around covering the food with plastic wrap and making room for it in the freezer, her husband was feeling the impact of an air bag slam into his face. As the beautiful brunette with the new dress on slipped out of her stilettos, the handsome business man fell unconscious against the steering wheel of his car. When the housewife and mother of two slid into bed and shut off the lights, the father was placed in an ambulance. As Carmine slept a night full of restless tumbling, Thomas slept the sleep of the dead, his life support echoing through the room. . .
Twenty years earlier. . .
The rain just stopped when the twenty-year old from Nebraska pulled his nineteen-year old bride into his arms and kissed her soundly on the lips. The small group in the church cheered and as Thomas and Carmine Robertson walked down the isle they were showered with rose petals. Pink, Red, White, Yellow. . .a rainbow of colors descended from above. When they walked out the sun burned through the clouds and the two embraced. They drove off to the local Bed and Breakfast where their bodies melded into one.
"Good morning, beautiful," Thomas said to his wife, the morning after their wedding. His smile as wide as hers and he knew it, though he couldn't see it. His mouth was to busy working at the soft curls of her sex.
Carmine had felt the first stirring of his breath upon her thigh minutes ago, but had feigned sleep so she could enjoy the anticipation of his caress. Last night had been awkward, but after she'd washed in the shower, with Thomas, the evening had gotten a lot better.
"Good morning," she whispered back. Her breath caught on its return back into her lungs from the rush of emotions that filled her as Thomas swept his tongue over her soft curls. "Oh Tommy," she moaned, lifting her hips. Her fingers clenched the bed sheets. The lids of her eyes covered the green orbs that were laced with specks of gold. "Tommy. . .are you sure?" she asked, though inside she thought she'd die if he said "no".
"I'm sure love. I read about this in a book and well. . .I want to try. I've heard about it from the guys at school too and from the way it sounds, its rather nice. Can I?" he asked as his finger swept between the two lips of his wife's sex. "You smell wonderful, Carm."
She shifted her hips nervously, bit her lip and nodded her head that it was okay for him to proceed. Carmine realized he wasn't looking at her when he did nothing else, so she muttered a quiet, "Yes."
She too had heard about being "tasted" but she couldn't imagine such a thing. Now as the warm breath of his mouth caressed her newly loved sex, she was feeling a new kind of awakening in her body. "I heard. . ." She stopped talking.
Thomas laughed as her gasp of either shock or pleasure tickled his ears and he pushed his tongue against the protruding clit he'd been toying with. He licked it slowly, unsure if he'd hurt her or not. When she moaned he grinned and increased the pressure. "You like?" he asked. He knew she did, but he liked to hear her talk, or try to. Last night after the initial act of their joining, she'd talked. . .a lot. One thing he knew he'd always be able to count on was her talking.
"Oh, yes Tommy. I like it a lot. Ohh... harder; it feels better when you lick harder," she whispered. Carmine had never dated much and now as her husband learned the shape of her sex with his tongue she was suddenly kicking herself for not taking things further with him. In the end though she knew she wouldn't have. They made out a lot, but both of them never pressed the issue and she was glad for that, besides they had forever to make up for it.
"Harder? You tell me if I hurt you, okay," Thomas demanded. He looked up and saw her shake her head with a firm nod and he smirked. "Can't even look at me," he thought to himself. "We'll have to work on that. I want to see her eyes."
Thomas moved his lips back to the soft down that had caressed his chin. He ran his tongue over it, parting the curls a little while he did. He tasted her and studied her flavor, then tasted her again. This time the sweeping action was stronger and more sure of the want inside it. "Carm, its wonderful. You're wonderful," he told her. His tongue pushed deeper and he found the small hole he'd invaded last night.
Carmine shivered. Goose bumps jumped up on her skin and threatened to send another round of chills through her, but they were quickly covered by a wave of heat that burned inside. The growing ember continued to build as Thomas made love to her with his mouth. She trembled and begged for him to not stop, the feeling so new and raw. Her fingers moved to her stomach, up to her breasts, and then down to his hair. She had no idea where to place her hands, the emotions to turbulent for her to control. "Thomas Oh Tommy... don't stop, please. Just keep going."
He had no intention of stopping. Thomas was amazed by the amount of moisture her pussy was giving up to him. He delighted in the scent, the taste, the smooth silk texture. For a moment he stopped and gazed at her. "Carmine Robertson, look at me," he ordered, though his words were thick with emotion.
The bed-head brunette gazed down on her husband, his thick black curls nestled over his forehead. His brown eyes were full of lust and hunger. She trembled as she gazed upon him, but nothing felt more right then her love for him. She watched his tongue snake out and lick her sex. Carmine gasped. Her eyes stayed locked with his as she saw from the corner of them his hand reach up, one finger extended and disappear into her slick opening. "Oh my God," she hissed and fell back to the bed, unable to hold eye contact with him any longer.
Thomas grinned like a proud man and began to feast upon the woman of his dreams. He pulled her clit with his teeth. She bucked against him. He scrapped the inner sides of her pussy and she lifted her ass up high. His tongue swept back and forth over the satin lips that helped to hide the second finger he inserted into her. Slowly he slid the digits in and out as his tongue helped work her passage. Eventually the flavor of her honey changed and Thomas knew from the squeals and high-pitched howl from the earlier three AM loving that she was again coming for him.
"Tommmmmieeeee..." she screamed. Her body lifted itself up. Her back arched as her hips rose to meet every thrust of his tongue. She bucked to the left then the right. Over and over again her husband pushed his fingers in and out of her. Carmine continued to yell and scream. Her fingers dug at her breasts and she felt as if her mind was going to explode. The sensations that were assaulting her were so many she couldn't think, so she didn't. She just accepted it all and felt it rolling though her.
The hot silk spilled from her sex and Thomas drank it up. He pushed deep and pulled out the liquid heat that he knew he'd never get enough of. As she covered his hand and face he breathed in the heady fragrance and knew he'd wear it often. When she shuddered violently in his hands he grinned and took her to the great peak again. Once more she blanketed him and once more he drank his fill. Eventually he released her and slid up her body. His kisses rained across her breasts and up to her neck "I want to kiss you Carm. Can I?" he asked. His cock was poised at her pussy, wanting to slam into her, but he so wanted to kiss her.
Carmine took a deep breath and inhaled the aroma that she knew was her. She blushed and bit her lip, her tongue snuck out and tasted her husband's lips and then her mouth closed. She too, studied her taste and found it not pleasing, but not ghastly either. She smiled softly and knew that she too wanted to kiss and she was not going to let this one thing stop her. Her fingers reached out for his head and she lifted herself up, closing the tiny distance that separated them. Their lips pressed together and they held onto each other as they shared in the flavor of her passion.
Thomas reached between them and guided his cock into her opening. She stilled the kiss and spread her legs wider for him. "Oh Tommy," she moaned against his mouth as he pushed in. "Mmm, wonderful," she told him. Her head fell to the pillow, her neck now exposed for his lips.
Thomas knew she enjoyed the touch of his kisses upon her skin. He'd often gotten lost in the little trails of wet licks and tender bites he'd place upon her soft flesh. She was a beauty and he loved her more and more with each passing minute. Now as he made love to her again, he did it with gentleness and romance. Eventually as they moved together, just like the middle of the morning wake up call they became a frenzied tangle of arms and legs. They both climaxed and both shouted out the other's name. When they awoke again, it was one PM and neither wanted to move.
Married three years. . .
"One more push " the doctor called out to the woman who was covered in blood, sweat and tears, though he shared the blood and sweat part with her. Her husband was sharing the tears.
Thomas squeezed Carmine's hand and whispered in her ear how much he loved her. He told her how strong she was, how beautiful, and how proud she was of him.
Carmine told him to shut-up. She arched her back and lifted her hips, shouting and cursing to all that could hear her. Eventually the sounds she made suddenly ceased to exists. The moment the eruption of the scream, that was louder than hers, emerged she sank to the bed and wept. Thomas released her hand and kissed her forehead, brushing away the sweaty locks of brown curls. He mouthed the words "I love you" as tears fell down his face in rivers. He left her side and though it seemed like an eternity before he returned, he did. In his arms he held her son. His eyes clenched tight his mouth open in a gaping yawn and his red body wrapped in a thick blanket.
"He's beautiful," she whispered, her voice thick with love. Her eyes went to Thomas' and with her right hand she pulled his face down to hers. They kissed and it was like no other one before, it was a new chapter, a new beginning for them both. When they pulled apart Thomas handed over the seven pound, eight-ounce bundle to its mother. "Thomas Warren Robertson Junior," Carmine said quietly as she tucked the newborn babe to her side. She kissed his forehead and closed her eyes. Two days later the new parents were back in their homes and their new life changed dramatically.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Warren screamed for his mother, his father, his grandparents, no one but Warren knew and at the age of six months, he wasn't ready to tell anyone which person would work for him. Carmine's mom was visited as was her father and both were headed toward the baby at the same time.
Carmine laughed as she watched them reach for him, though he was just two feet from her and she could have bent down to pick him up, but was enjoying the antics of her parents.
"You're loving this aren't you?" Thomas said. He watched as Grandmother Brooks won and Grandpa Brooks lost.
Carmine grinned and nodded her head yes. "I haven't seen them fight over anything in all the times I lived with them. Now you give them a grand baby and they are like cats and dogs." She winked at her father, who reluctantly admitted defeat, but refused to give up the war. He grabbed instead a toy and began to tease his grandson out of smiles and giggles.
Carmine sighed and smiled over the sight and then looked to Thomas. "What are you reading?" she asked him. He'd been studying some papers most of the morning, picking them up and then putting them down again.
"Just some contracts that I'm being asked to sign. This new promotion at the plant, puts me right under the Vice-President. I look at proposals and pass them on to him. If they have my signature he pretty much can trust that I support the project. I'm kinda the liaison between the floor crews and the management. If I think we can handle the added clientele then he'll send it up to the head of the company and all will be set."
"Ahhh," Carmine said. "You're doing all the work, without the title."
Thomas chuckled. "Of course," he agreed. "That's the way it works."
Carmine's dad gruffed out a disagreeing noise, but said nothing. Thomas was glad of that too. He knew his father-in-law wanted him to reach for a higher spot on the totem pole, but Thomas wasn't looking for that. He was happy were he was at. He had weekends off, nights off, a wife, a son, and a home that he was paying for. He was making ends meet and for him that was good enough. Carmine, he knew thought so too.
"Well, do these contracts get your seal of approval?" she asked, pulling the attention away from her father and back to the discussion at hand.
"One doesn't. The other," he hesitated. "The other, I'm iffy on. The company is new and wants us to produce a lot for them, but there is no sure sign they'll not go under. It could bring us a lot of money if they are successful, lose us some if they aren't. I'd feel better if I took a trip out there and see what's what."
Carmine's eyes grew wide and she bit her lip. "Out where?" she asked. There was a flutter in her stomach, one that she got whenever the notion to go somewhere was presented. They hadn't been anywhere since the baby was born and even before then only one place after they got home from their honeymoon. She said nothing though, just waited... though she waited on the edge of her seat.
Thomas knew that look. He'd seen it a million times before and he knew he'd see it a million times more over the next sixty years. He smirked. "Vegas," he answered.
She squealed and clapped her hands over her mouth. The high pitched noise echoed through the room and reached baby Thomas Warren's ears; he howled in anger. Carmine stood up and took him from her mother. She cooed in his ear and bounced him, eventually he quieted and she looked over at her husband.
"Yes, you can go, but we'll have to ask Grandma and Grandpa to increase Grand-parenting duties," he said. Carmine's grin lit up her face and she turned back to her parents. Their simultaneous nods added to her excitement and it was all she could do not to squeal again. Two weeks later she was kissing her son good-bye and going through the security stations at the airport.
When the plane touched down the midday sun was already burning up the sky. Carmine and Thomas hurried through the throng of travelers, looking for the driver that was supposed to be there waiting for them. Thomas spotted the sign with his company's name scrawled across it and hurried over, his wife in tow. Once they verified who they were, the driver took them to the car, helped them with their bags and had them safely protected from the Nevada sun.
At their hotel Carmine fell onto the bed and stretched out. The air-conditioned room was about to become her best friend, so she claimed as Thomas called the President of the company, he was there to see. He smiled and winked while he conducted a conference call between him and the Vice-President of his company.
Carmine rolled to her stomach and watched him work. She watched his mouth move, the way the words formed on his lips, the way his tongue would snake out to wet the soft petals of skin. She thought back to the times it had been just the two of them and found herself feeling a bit mischievous. She stood up and walked over to where he stood leaning against the desk. Her eyes ran over his body, causing him to shift nervously. He watched her studying him and raised a brow, silently daring her. Carmine smirked.
Her bright green eyes danced with the thrill of temptation that lay thick in the room. She slipped her fingers down his chest and to his waist, keeping her eyes locked on his. Her legs melted to the floor; the carpet welcomed her knees and she began the removal of her husband's pants. The whispered sound of the belt being pulled from its loops mingled with the words of Thomas as he spoke to his employer. A cough cleared his throat when he felt his wife's soft hands reach into his briefs and free his swelling shaft. The swallowing of saliva did little to ease his discomfort as he gazed down on the pink lips that opened and engulfed him in their warmth.
A soft chuckle emerged from Carmine's throat when she sensed Thomas' change in demeanor. She looked up at him and winked. Her mouth moved further down, taking another inch of his swollen cock. Her hand wrapped around the base and she began to bob and twist the heated flesh that filled her. She rolled her lips over the head and then down to her hand. First she was gentle, not really sure if she could bring herself to distract him completely from his conversation, but when it seemed he had control of himself, she became more aggressive. The quest to make him show some sign besides the occasional clearing of his throat, became a mission for her.
"Damn," Thomas growled. "Umm.. Damn, that's a fine offer Sir," he told the voices on the phone. He glared down at his wife; he knew he was in trouble when he saw her move her hand. He'd been right. She began to deep-throat him, a trick she'd learned after reading a few "books" about the subject and watching videos, videos and books that he was more than willing to help her scan. "All in the name of research," he'd told her. He coughed loud when she reached in with her free hand and found his balls.
"No, Sir. There is nothing wrong. . .sore throat is all," he told his boss.
Carmine released his cock and giggled. "It's not sore yet," she said, adding a wink.
"Huh? Oh... that was my wife, she said... the sheets are wet." Thomas rolled his eyes at her laughter and went back to the conference call. "Yes, Sir. I'll get housekeeping right on it."
Her mouth went right back to where it wanted to be. She sucked his cock; her fingers played with his balls. Thomas was lost and when he hung up the phone, he just knew the two men on the other end of the line knew he was getting a blow job from his wife. Their parting comments of, "Make sure she cleans it thoroughly" and "Hope she's handy" only confirmed his suspicions.
"Oh, God Carm," he growled. His hands now free of the phone, pushed into her hair. The long locks gone, replaced with a short hair cut she'd gotten a week before they left. "Harder baby," he told her.