August 2021

By  Mags Hayward



Cara tucked a troublesome ringlet of hair behind her ear then, shifting uncomfortably, fiddled with her bra strap. She hadn't felt this nervous in years. Or as excited. Trembling, she gazed, unblinking, at the man in front of her. She watched him loosen his tie and fumble with his shirt buttons, concentration furrowing his brow. 

The man's silk tie fluttered against her leg on its way to joining the litter of clothing strewn on the carpet. His white cotton shirt followed. He looked up and smiled but when Cara tried to smile back, her mouth twitched, reducing her customary broad grin to an unfortunate, lopsided grimace. Panicked, she looked away. Her heart pounded, hammering wildly against her ribcage, the tempo increasing. Drawing a slow, deep breath, she counted… one, two, three… then exhaled through puckered lips. 

Silhouetted against the light from the hallway, Darren stood, watching and waiting, one hand resting on his trouser belt, the other hovering over his zipper. He tilted his head to the left. "Shall I, erm, take these off?"

Cara peeped from beneath long lashes. He looked as nervous as her. "Yes," she whispered, "go ahead."

Regarding her uncertainly, Darren didn’t move.

"Take them off."

"Okay, in a moment. I just…" His gaze fell from her face and wandered over her body, drinking in her curves and mounds. He whistled softly. "You're so beautiful." 

Encouraged, Cara lifted her chin and angled her face to catch the soft golden light of the candles arranged on her dressing table. She shook her head, tossing back auburn curls that shone as brightly as the flickering flames. Still trembling, she clasped her hands behind her back.

"You're stunning." Darren's gaze lingered on Cara's face then snapped to her bra. He stared, his jaw hanging slack, like a puppy ogling food.

"You like this?" she asked.

"Oh yes."

"Good. I'm glad." Biting her lower lip, Cara struck an alluring pose then teasingly trailed her fingertips over the white lacy bra. She circled a nipple and gave it a playful pinch through the flimsy, semi-transparent material. "I hoped you would."

"I do. I really do." Darren caressed Cara's arm before tentatively touching her breasts. He gently stroked the lace and lightly rubbed his fingertips over her nipples. "I like what's underneath even better. Will you take it off? Please."

His voice, soft yet commanding, sent shivers down Cara's spine – a wonderful, welcome sensation – and yet, nerves taking hold again, she froze.

"I…" She cleared her throat. "Yes. Okay."

She slipped the bra straps from her shoulders, reached behind and unclasped the hooks. The bra dropped to the ground. Resisting the urge to cover up, she looked for Darren's reaction.

"Beautiful." Nodding his approval, he stroked her perky breasts, tracing the soft contours and circling the hard dark nipples. "And the knickers?"

A twinge heated Cara's loins. Gaze fixed on Darren's face, she shimmied the panties down and stepped neatly out of them.

"Lovely," said Darren. "Lovelier than I'd imagined and believe me, I've imagined this many times."

Cara drew breath to speak but the look of longing in Darren’s eyes distracted her, erasing all words. She stared at his eyes: deep brown, kind, thoughtful… sexy. A spasm rippled through her pussy; a delicious warning that her body was primed, the fuse lit. Gasping, she touched her soft folds.

"I'm wet," she murmured, surprise raising the pitch of her voice.

"That's good. Can I feel?" Darren reached out but Cara flinched. He shrank back. "Too fast? Is this all too fast?"

"No." Cara shook her head. "I didn't mean to do that. Sorry. It's not too fast. It's…" She pursed her lips, struggling with her thoughts. "I don't know. I suppose it's—"

"Guilt? Shh…" Darren held her shoulders. "I understand, I do. Maybe it's too soon."

"No." She forced a smile. "I'm fine. I'm just…" She inhaled deeply, then muttered, "There's been no-one since Jason."

"Oh, Cara, come here."

Darren pulled her close, hugging her, cradling the back of her head with one hand while nuzzling her neck. The contact felt warm, safe – arousing. Another spasm sizzled inside her. Shocked, Cara yelped.

"You okay?"

Releasing his hold, Darren stroked her cheek with a curled finger. It was the softest, gentlest caress and it was heartfelt. Starved of affection for so long, it triggered an eruption of emotions. Desire bubbling inside, a desperate ache gnawed at Cara's core. Her pussy throbbed. Instinctively, she kissed Darren, mashing her lips against his.

Darren slid his arms around her and held her with an unfamiliar strength, his muscular body so different from Jason's. Different felt good and the embrace reminded Cara of better days. Desire replacing the fading guilt, she drove her tongue deep into his mouth and pressed her body against him. His erection, hot and hard, nudged her abdomen. With a lusty moan, she reached for his groin and closed her hand around his bulge.

"Take off your trousers," she murmured into his mouth. "Do it— Ooh!" she shrieked as Darren abruptly pushed her aside.

"Sorry." He grinned apologetically. "Trousers… I'm on it." He bent to remove socks and shoes then hurriedly tugged at his belt buckle. When he unzipped, his trousers sagged and his cock, unfettered by underwear, poked free. "If you've still got doubts, now's the time to speak."

Cara gaped at the cock peeping from his flies, the swollen velvet head already moist with pre-cum. She inhaled, drawing the scent of sex into her nostrils.

"No. No doubts. Fuck me," she said, her head held high. "I'm ready."

"Me too." Darren pushed his trousers over his hips, sending them crumpling around his ankles. He shook them off and kicked them away. Naked, he gripped his cock in his fist. "Well? Do you want this?"

Cara watched him slowly stroke the shaft and smear the slippery pre-cum over the tip. "Yes, yes, I do," she said, transfixed.

Snapping out of her trance, she sprang into action. She flung herself into Darren's arms but she stiffened when Darren swept her up off her feet. Not only was it unexpected but the ease with which he scooped her up caught her off guard. Jason couldn't have done that. Not even when he was strong.

"Cara?" Darren faltered. "You flinched again."

"Did I?"

Still holding her tightly, he nodded. "Jason?" 

Cara groaned. Wincing, she buried her head in Darren's chest. Jason. At that critical moment, in Darren's arms, she'd thought of Jason. And worse, he knew it. She scrunched up her eyes, waiting for Darren to set her down and walk away. Why wouldn't he? But his grip never faltered and when Cara heard the softly spoken words, "It's okay," her heart surged with love.

"Darren."

She said his name in a breathy whisper and followed with a tender kiss. Then she kissed him again, long and deep. Her chest rose and fell as her heart rate increased and she boldly explored his flesh, moving her hands over every inch. Her mouth remained locked with his while Darren, hoisting her higher, carried her to the bed. The mattress dipped as he laid her down.

No more words were exchanged. Actions were enough. Darren kissed Cara's neck, her shoulders, and her chest. He covered her in gentle kisses; his soft lips and clean-shaven face, kinder than Jason's stubble. It felt different, so different. And the way he moved as he kissed her, the way his muscles bulged and flexed… Cara touched his biceps, fascinated by their size, drawn to their power. Different. She liked it.

Then he slipped a finger inside her. A long, low moan rumbled in Cara's throat and her hands dropped limply to the mattress. She shivered from sensations she'd long regarded as a thing of the past. Groaning, she rocked her hips in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Nice?" he asked.

"Yes. More."

"I'll give you more."

Darren eased a second finger inside. He probed deeper, pushing hard while rubbing her clit with his other hand. Cara's juices flowed from her depths, coating Darren's fingers as he teasingly fondled her sensitive nub. Her pussy throbbed. Burned. Quivering, she wrapped her legs around his thighs, squeezing tight. A third finger. Harder thrusts. Hips rising and falling, she met his lunges, forcing his fingers deeper. She tossed her head from side to side, curls of fiery hair splaying across the pillow.

She cried out when her orgasm hit. Gasps and groans accompanied the tremors that shook her body and the muscle contractions that surged through her pussy in waves, gripping Darren's fingers. Cara melted into Elysium and closed her eyes while her heart rate slowed.

"You all done?"

Stretching languidly, Cara's eyelids fluttered open.

"Oh good… still awake." Darren, brow glistening with sweat, beamed at her.

"Course I'm awake," she mumbled.

"Good to know." Winking, he withdrew his fingers and licked them. "Umm, you taste good. And your grip is impressive."

"I'm glad it still works."

"It certainly does." He shifted position, his erection brushing Cara's inner thigh. "So, you done?"

"Done? Don't be silly," she said, smiling. "Just taking a quick breather." She stroked Darren's arm with her fingertips. "Okay…" Grasping his hips, she guided him into position over her and slid her hand between his legs. "I want this," she said, closing her fingers around his cock.

"Now? You've got your breath back already?"

"Yes. Oh yes."

Darren shrugged. "I'm not going to argue."

He lined up his cock and pushed against Cara's slit. Scarcely breathing, she gripped his buttocks as he eased inside her. She was jolted backwards as he thrust again. She shuddered, her whole body electrified. He fitted her perfectly, his cock's girth and curvature exactly right for hitting her g-spot. And the tempo of his thrusts was just what she liked: fast without being frantic.

The sensations were incredible. He was incredible. The heady aroma of sweat and testosterone drove her wild and Darren's satisfied grunts were music to her ears, stimulating her far beyond the usual capabilities of mere sounds. With Darren's breath scorching her skin, she clawed his back, her fingernails digging into his flesh in her urgency to pull him closer. She bucked and writhed, her body aching with desire.

The bed bashed rhythmically against the wall as Darren pounded her. He drove his cock deep, sinking it to the hilt every time. With his stamina, he could have lasted hours but, after so long without sex, Cara peaked again. Her pussy contracted sharply and, crying his name, she twitched and thrashed like a woman possessed.

Darren stiffened. Clutching her tightly, grunting, he filled her with his seed. Satisfied groans and sighs mingled and echoed around the room as two sated, sweaty bodies collapsed in a tangled, panting heap.

Cara lay beneath Darren while her orgasm passed. Then, wriggling, she prodded him. "Hey, you're heavy."

"Sorry." Darren, stretching, rolled to one side. "Didn't mean to squash you." He draped an arm over her and snuggled by her side. "I love you," he whispered.

Eyes wide, Cara propped up on an elbow and faced him.

"Oh no. That slipped out, I didn't mean to—"

"Shh…" Cupping his face in her palms, she kissed him. "It's okay."

"Yes?"

Nodding, she stroked his face. She studied his startled expression, his smooth skin, dark brows, and the tiny lines at the corners of his kind brown eyes – lines that grew when he smiled. "I know you do."

 Snuggling down, she pulled his arm back over her and nestled against him. Cara sighed, almost purred, wafting warm breath over Darren's chest. It felt good to be in a man's arms again. It felt right. No more guilt.