I liked Carissa from the start. She has had a bit of bad luck with dating. When she meets Alex for a blind date I was sure there would be some disaster, but I was surprised at how it ended. I did feel that their story was a little rushed and would have liked to explore them more.
A blind date for kindergarten teacher Carisa Russo with her best friend’s boss, a sexy hunk who works at the local all news radio station, seems sure to fail. After all, Carisa is hard to please, and she’s yet to find the man to be in sync with. Alex Milton, however, turns out to be better than expected and the attraction is mutual.
Three very different dates and three extremely steamy nights bring the couple to the place where falling in love might have a chance. Maybe three times is the charm after all, and time will tell if it is for Carisa and Alex.
As they walked hand in hand down the gravel pathway, she inhaled the sweet fragrance of hundreds of roses in full bloom. Silver moonlight filtered down between brilliant stars to reflect from the lake surface. A soft night breeze brushed her face and Carisa allowed the happiness within to erupt into a smile. She laughed with a quiet tinkle and when they reached the white gazebo in the center of the rose garden, Alex led her up the steps. Within the circular structure, he put his arms around her.
“Would you care to dance?” he asked in his marvelous voice.
Certain she must be dreaming, Carisa nodded and he began to hum a lovely melody. She followed his lead without tripping over her feet and they twirled with grace. They danced and with each step, her attraction increased. His scent made her crazy, tightening her nipples and moistening her inner cleft between her legs. She longed to unbutton the proper dress shirt he wore, to see if his chest boasted a mat of hair as dark as on his head, and to unzip his trousers. Desire poured through her, heady as a potent wine.
Alex slowed and stopped. He wasn’t humming any longer as he tipped her head back into the curve of his arm. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, his breath peppermint-scented. “I had no idea what to expect. Most blind dates, hell, most of my dates go wrong somehow, but this feels right, Carisa. If I’m going too fast for you, though, speak up.”
“Don’t slow down,” she told him. “Just kiss me.”
He pulled her closer and his mouth came down on hers with a powerful surge of energy. Alex tasted sweet and his lips burned with an intense heat. His deep kiss sent fever through her body, followed by sweet chills as Carisa quivered with pleasure. Alex evoked a physical response in Carisa, a wild abandon. Although she could be almost shy at times, she became a vixen with the right prompt––and he delivered one.
As she kissed him back, her hands raked his hair and caressed it, tousled it. Every sensation rippled through her body with electricity and aroused her more. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin red fabric of her dress, so enlarged they ached. Carisa worked one hand between them and fumbled loose the buttons of his shirt, one at a time. Beneath the cotton material Alex wore no undershirt and just as she figured thick, dark hair covered his chest. She fingered it and then tweaked his nipple. It stiffened at her touch and where their bodies met his cock went rigid against her twat. Its pulsing, pressing hardness fired her erotic need. In the heels, she stood at the right height to match him stroke for stroke.
As his tongue arrowed into her mouth in a sizzling kiss, which robbed her breath and what remained of her restraint, Carisa lowered her hand to the bulge in his crotch. She stroked him and he moaned. With haste she found his zipper and undid it, then reached up to unfasten his belt buckle. Once revealed, she discovered he’d gone commando and nothing remained between her hand and his swollen cock. Carisa cupped his balls in her hand and with the other, she stroked him.
Alex smoldered and moaned at her touch. His sounds of pleasure fueled her desire to do more so she gripped his manhood in her fist. Then Carisa ran her closed fingers up and down his shaft, hard enough to create friction, but with enough gentle caresses to make it feel good. Alex put his hands on her shoulders and lowered the straps of her dress to bare her bosom. When his large hands stroked her breasts, the sensations claiming her body grew intense and marvelous. Her body melted at his touch and the increasingly urgent need for more turned her greedy.
When he suckled her nipple between his lips, his teeth raked her flesh with sensual electricity. Carisa thought she’d faint with the intense sensation. With what self-possession she could muster, she increased her grip on his cock. About the time she decided if it got any harder it might just burst open, or shatter the way good pottery did when dropped, Alex grasped her waist.
“Now,” he said in a voice harsh with breathlessness. “Now or I’ll die.”