Carson Evolved Ch. 13

Risa reached over and took his hand. "I'm teasing you, Carson. Lighten up." His surprise must have shown on his face, because she chuckled again. "Carson, I like you. I like you a lot. But we're not married. We're both busy people, we both have busy lives. I'm a single mother with three kids. You're a husband and father with a whole bunch of responsibilities too. I understand."

"You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that. I spent the morning after we talked worrying about the kind of reception I'd get." He looked into her eyes. "You caught me off-guard with that kiss."

"Are you complaining?" she asked with a smirk.

"Good gods no," he answered with a laugh. "It would have been good on its own, but it was definitely better than the other possibilities I imagined. I was just surprised, that's all."

She took a sip of her tea before answering. Setting the glass down, she replied, "Not exactly how I dreamed our first kiss would be, but I was a little impatient." She looked at him intently and added, "I wanted to make sure that you understand I'm interested."

Leaning into a more relaxed posture, Risa said, "I don't know what it is about you. From the moment we met, there's been this chemistry between us. But I didn't realize just how attached to you I'd grown until I hadn't seen you for a while. The last few weeks especially, there's been a couple of times where I was watching something and it reminded me of you, or I thought of something we did before and it made me smile. I almost called you a couple of times."

"So why didn't you?" he asked, curious. "Did you think I wouldn't respond?"

"No, I knew you would. That's part of why I didn't. Helena has been keeping me apprised of all the things happening in your life, so I knew that you were busy and didn't need the additional distraction."

He frowned. He didn't like the implications of her being a distraction. "You're not a distraction to me, Risa. Or if you are, it's a very pleasant one. But there's no denying that we have a connection, and I feel guilty that I haven't maintained it very well. If you felt like calling, you should have called. You're important to me; I just haven't done a very good job of demonstrating it."

She picked up her drink and slowly stirred it with her straw. "So, is it safe to say that you're still 'interested' in me too?" she asked with a grin.

"Oh, yes," he answered emphatically.

"And what about Isana?"

Her question caught him flat-footed and he scrambled to come up with a response. She let him twist for a minute, amused the expression on his face, before she took pity on him. "Relax, Carson. I'm just teasing."

"You know about Isana?" he asked.

"Of course."

"How...Helena." Of course his matriarch had told her about Isana. Part of the data that she was apparently providing Risa on a regular basis. Risa confirmed his guess with a nod.

"She really is something special, you know," she stated. "It's amazing to me how devoted that woman is to you."

Carson nodded his agreement of her assessment. "She's...it's hard to describe. In some ways, she's like my mother. My hot...mother...who's borne a child for me. Hmmm, maybe she's not like my mother at all," he finished with a frown. "It's just that, she takes care of all this stuff for me, always looking out for my best interests, working behind the scenes on my behalf. She's part mother, part wife, part business manager."

"She loves you," Risa observed.

"She loves me," he agreed.

About that time, their meals arrived. They spent the next few minutes digging in. After the initial frenzy wore down, Carson broke the silence. "Does it bother you? Isana, I mean?"

"What? That you'd have a relationship with her, too?" Risa looked at him in surprise.

"Yeah."

"Why would it?"

The question took him aback. "Well...I mean...you have to share with all these other women. If we get together, of course," he added hastily. "I just thought you might be a little jealous, that's all."

She actually laughed out loud before she managed to catch herself. She looked around apologetically, but there was no one else to be offended. She leaned in and lowered her voice. "First of all, I'm not some star-struck girl out there trying to find a husband. I'm a project breeder, and as a woman, that entails some basic understandings. Like, any man you're with is probably going to be making babies with lots of other women. So, no, I'm not jealous if you sleep with other women. For the gods' sake, you're married to three other women. It's not like you're leaving them for me, not that I'd want you to.

"Secondly, I had a marriage. There were good times and bad times. Probably more bad than good, if I'm being honest. I don't need that anymore. I want some companionship, sure, but that doesn't have any dependence on your sex life at all. No, mostly I'm just in it for the sex."

Carson was in the midst of swallowing a bite when she said this. Something about the matter of fact way she said it struck him funny and began coughing up fragments partially chewed food.

She watched in amusement as he tried to get his coughing under control, then laughed along with him once he did.

"You can't do that!" he gasped.

Risa shrugged. "Want me to sugar-coat it? Make it seem like I want something more than I do? I don't see the point. I'm past all that 'establishing yourself' stuff. I know what I want and need, and I'm not afraid to go after it. If I learned one thing from my husband's death, it was that life is fleeting. You have to grab it by the horns sometimes, or it will pass you by. I forgot that for a long time, but you made life fun again. Now, I'm ready for more."

They moved on to other topics. Carson outlined the plan that Alexander had proposed, leaving out how much they knew about the activities of the people behind the virus. When he suggested that she come along as chief legal counsel, though, she was non-committal. "I'm established with my firm, Carson. You know how that is."

"What if you just stayed with your firm, but we had you on retainer so you only work on our stuff? I'm sure we can make it lucrative enough that your firm would be willing. We could probably support you hiring a junior lawyer to serve as in-house counsel for little things, and of course I could help out if needed, but you would be the head of the legal department."

After a few minutes' discussion over just how they thought it might work, Risa nodded her head. "I think it could work. Let me know when you start negotiating with the government about intellectual property. That's kind of my specialty."

Carson assured her that he would do so. He finished paying for the meal, and as they made their way outside, Risa dropped another bomb on him.

"So. Ready to come over and pound me through the mattress?" She laughed when she saw the shocked expression on his face. "What? It's been a while, okay?" She stepped over and wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulling him down so she could murmur in his ear, she said, "Helena told me how good you fuck all your lovers. And I'm so wet right now that my panties are sticky."

In spite of his control, Carson hardened at the thought. Risa felt it and groaned in appreciation. "Mmmm. Is that all you? I can't wait to feel it inside me."

Then she stood back and smiled sweetly at him. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue, Carson?"

"You are an evil woman, Risa. I won't be able to get the image out of my head now."

"Well, why don't you meet me at my house and we'll see if the image meets reality?"

So they did.

Despite the fact that Carson arrived only a few minutes after her, somehow, she'd managed to change into a cream-colored satin baby doll by the time he made it to the door. She must have changed in record time, he thought. The color perfectly complimented her dark caramel skin tone. The top was split all the way up the belly to the point between her breasts, the sides curved and fringed. It was like seeing two curtains framing a window. Underneath, she wore a matching satin thong with a deep, sweeping v pattern. The high leg openings pushed the sides up over her generous hips, and when she gave a little pirouette, Carson could see through the sheer top the t-back above and between her generous buttocks.

"See something you like, big boy?" she asked seductively.

Carson didn't answer, other than to sweep in and scoop her into his arms. Risa was not a small woman. Nearly 6' in height, she had a large frame. Not overweight, and nor bulky or muscular the way Tilda was, but definitely substantial. Carson lifted her as if it were nothing, and she felt a little tingle inside at his obvious power. Her legs instinctively wrapped his waist, and she wasted no time kissing him desperately. Her eagerness was on display in the heat of her crotch against his, her subtle grinding against him.

Carson broke the kiss and growled, "Bedroom?" It was a question, but it might as well have been an order.

Barely bothering to pause for a response, she gasped, "Down the hall."

He easily carried her along. In the back of her mind, Risa marveled at the ease with which he did so. At the front of her mind, though, she was focused on the sizeable bulge she was grinding against.

Later on, Carson would look back in wonder on that trip as well. He navigated without looking, running into no walls or doors, despite never having been to her bedroom before.

Just as they reached her bed, Risa asked him to put her down. She immediately dropped to her knees and began tearing at his pants. "I need to see the monster you've been hiding down here," she said. When she finally found what she was looking for, Risa was suitably impressed. "Fuck, that's a big dick, Carson. I always heard that white guys were smaller, but you're way bigger than any guy I've ever been with. I wonder how much I can fit in my mouth."

She wasn't all that good, compared to some of the women in Carson's life. What she lacked in skill, though, she made up in enthusiasm. The best part for Carson was that she was extremely vocal, once that first fugue state caused by exposure to his pre-cum passed. In the throes, she apparently had no inner monologue, which Carson found pretty hot.

"Damn this thing is fucking thick. I'm gonna love me having some of this around, I promise. How do your other sluts not spend all day on their knees?" She took him as deep as she could, but only got about two-thirds of it into her mouth before she began gagging. That didn't stop her from trying to get him deeper, though. When she backed off, her eyes watering, she asked, "You like that? You like seeing me gag on this fucking white monster? You gonna give me a taste of that cream, baby? I want it. Just splash it on my tongue and let me taste you."

While she was working, Carson managed to remove his shirt and kick his shoes and pants off. Risa never skipped a beat, steadfastly working for her reward. He didn't see a need to wait any longer, and placing a hand on her head to hold her still, he fired off several shots, which she dutifully swallowed down. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she did, and he could see a mini-orgasm pass through her body.

She opened her and pulled off his cock with a pop. "Mmmm. That's what I needed. You taste gooood. I'm gonna want more later, but right now, I need you inside me."

She pushed Carson onto the bed, and playing along, he flopped onto his back. Then scooted up so that his legs weren't hanging off the bed and waited.

Risa didn't waste any time with seduction. She reached under her top to find the hem of her panties and pushed them to the ground. Stepping out of them, she simultaneously crossed her arms before her face and grabbed her top, extending her arms to pull it from her body. In seconds, she was nude before him. She paused, then, to allow her lover to drink in the view. "Not bad for a woman nearing 40 with three kids, huh?" she teased.

"Not bad for any woman," he replied. It was true that she had the softness that he associated with women who'd already passed through their 20s, but she clearly took care of herself. There were a few stretch marks on her lower abdomen, but her belly was flat, only swelling to encompass her hips and ass. She was not especially large up top, and her breasts had a kind of pendulous shape to them. The result was that she looked a little bit droopy, with her nipples and areola pointing more or less down. It wasn't off-putting or anything, just something that Carson noted.

"Good response," she replied with a smile. She crawled over him, straddling his hips and trapping his still-hard cock between them. She leaned down and kissed him, her hands cradling his head between them. As they kissed, she began sliding her hips back and forth over him, her pussy providing all the lubrication they'd need.

Looking into his eyes, she panted, "You feel how wet you make me, Carson? Fuck, you feel so good against me like this. I can't wait until you're buried deep inside." She began working her hips even faster. "I can't believe it. I'm already cumming!" Sure enough, she began making smaller, harder and jerkier motions with her hips, as her body spasmed against him. "Fuuu-uu-uck!" she cried. When that first orgasm ended, she collapsed down on his chest to catch her breath.

"Holy shit, Carson. That was so hot. I can't believe you made me cum without even getting inside me."

He looked down at her with a cocked head. "You did all that yourself. I was just along for the ride. Which I thoroughly enjoyed, by the way."

He continued to idly stroke her back as she calmed down. Before long, though, she was ready for another round. When he offered to use his mouth on her, though, she declined. "You can eat me another time. I need this big boy inside me before I go insane." Having said that, she reached down to position the head of his cock at her entrance. "Now listen," she said, "you're a lot bigger than anyone or anything I've ever had in there. Let me be in control for now. Okay?"

Carson assured her that he understood. He didn't understand.

He couldn't imagine how small her husband must have been. Maybe the intervening time had caused her to tighten down through disuse. Whatever the cause, Risa was surprisingly tight for a woman of her size. He would have thought she'd be able to take him easier. Instead, it took several minutes of slow, back-and-forth movements to get him all the way inside. By the time she did so, sweat glistened on her skin, and she was gasping at the sensation.

"Are you okay?" he asked, when she paused in her movements and sat with him fully embedded, her eyes closed.

She didn't answer immediately, but just when he started to get concerned, she slowly opened her eyes and gave him a great big smile. Huskily, she replied, "Mmm. I'm better than okay. It hurt a little at first, but oh...my...gods, was it worth it. I feel like I could split apart any second, and I fucking love it. I had two small orgasms just getting you inside. I almost don't want to move you feel so good."

Carson assured her that she could take her time. The last thing he wanted to do was to cause her injury. Before long, though, Risa began making small circles with her hips, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. As her excitement grew, she switched to a kind of combination cowgirl/doggystyle position. Was there such a thing as 'Cowdog' position? She was on all fours on top of him, but lunging back and forth to drive his cock into her at the rate and depth she wanted. It seemed to have the added benefit of increasing pressure on her clit. Carson tried to restrain himself, and only gently meet her downward strokes. His instincts were telling him to grab her by the hips and slam into her quickly and repeatedly, though.

His ESP had developed to the point that he didn't have to consciously focus on reading her thoughts to see what his lover wanted. With Risa, it was completely unnecessary anyway, because she was providing a running commentary of exactly what she wanted and how it felt.

"I can't believe how good your cock feels. You like the way my tight little pussy squeezes that fat dick? It feels like you're gonna split me wide open and I almost want you to do it. Fuck! I'm cumming again! Shiiii-iiit!" She began bucking and grunting as a big orgasm swept over her. When she came down, she began pushing for him to turn over.

"I want to be on the bottom."

After they repositioned, she surprised him by grabbing her legs behind the knees and pulling them up and out. Her glistening, swollen cunt was wide open for him. She looked him in the eye and said, "Play time's over. Slam that big dick inside and fuck me like you mean it."

He followed her instructions. She kept up with her commentary, encouraging him to go faster and harder, praising his efforts and telling him how good he was making her feel. At some point, Carson became a machine. Subconsciously, he was hearing her screaming through orgasm after orgasm, his name constantly on her lips as she prayed her thanksgiving to any gods listening. He had no idea how many orgasms she'd had, but there came a time when she began pleading with him to cum inside her. It was as if a switch were thrown, activated by her words, and he unleashed a tremendous load as deeply inside her as he could. The instant that his cum hit her womb, Risa's body clenched in a final orgasm. And when he stopped cumming, so did she. In fact, she collapsed, unconscious.

When she came to, she looked at him with a mixture of awe and devotion on her face. "That was..." she paused to swallow, trying desperately to rewet her lips and throat, ravaged by screaming almost continuously for more than 20 minutes. Beginning again, she said, "That was the most amazing experience of my life. I didn't even know it was possible to feel like that. You've ruined me for other men for sure."

She went to sit up and winced. "You might have ruined me regardless."

Carson looked at her in regret. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean for it to happen like that. I don't know what came over me."

"Carson?" she interrupted. He looked at her, and she smiled back. "Stop apologizing. I may be sore, and it'll be worse tomorrow. My legs, my pussy—it all aches. But it's a good ache, if you know what I mean. I wouldn't change a second of what just happened. I just wish that I was ovulating. That would have been so hot, knowing that you fucked me like a stallion taking his mare at breeding time. When you come back to breed me, we'll do it from behind. You just mount me and take care of business just like you did today. Fuck, I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

He couldn't help but smile at her. She saw it, and when he didn't say anything, she asked, "What?"

"You're kind of a dirty, kinky girl, aren't you?"

Risa's skin tone was light enough that he could see when she blushed. "Honestly, I'm not usually. Being in your presence, though...I don't know. You make me feel sexy and dirty and playful and free. I feel like I can say and do things that I normally wouldn't."

"Don't feel bad about it on my account," he said. "I thought it was incredibly sexy, all of it. It just doesn't really jibe with the image I had of you outside the bedroom, that's all. What's that old saying? A man wants a woman on the streets but a freak in the sheets? That's you."

He stretched out beside her and pulled her atop him. "I'll never criticize you for anything you want to do with me," he said quietly. "All the women in my life, I get nervous sometimes, thinking I'm not good enough for them or don't deserve them. So, I try to give them everything they want, including in the bedroom. It's opened some new horizons for me, too. I think my tastes might be changing, but I'm not sure why."