Hearing About Past Lovers

Carrie's lips were a work of art, and Will couldn't help but stare as she slid down his body, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a curtain. Her green eyes flicked up to meet his, playful and teasing, as she unbuckled his belt with one hand, the other tracing lazy circles on his thigh. God, she was beautiful. He could feel himself hardening already, anticipation coiling in his stomach as she tugged his pants down just enough to free him.

"So," she murmured, her breath warm against his skin as she leaned in closer, "I wanted to give you a special Thank You for helping me paint the apartment?" Her hand wrapped around him, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body. She stroked him slowly, her thumb brushing over the tip, and he bit back a groan.

Will smirked, trying to play it cool even though every nerve in his body was screaming for more. He'd passed by her ex Jeff yesterday and curiosity was eating away at him. He knew this could backfire on him, but he thought they'd been together long enough he'd ask. "Carrie, I was just thinking," he said casually, resting his head back against the couch cushions. "You know, about us. About... how I stack up."

Carrie paused mid-stroke, her brows knitting together in confusion. "Stack up? To what?"

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he was really about to go there. But curiosity had been gnawing at him for sometime, and with her hand still wrapped around him, critical thinking skills wasn't at it's best. "To your past lovers," he said finally, his voice a little hoarse. "I mean, come on, Carrie. You've had some serious relationships before me."

She blinked, clearly caught off guard, and then burst out laughing. "Are you seriously asking me this right now?" she asked, her tone equal parts amused and incredulous. She gave him another slow stroke, her grip firm but not too tight. "While I'm doing this? Really, Will?"

He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant even though his heart was pounding. "I figured now's as good a time as any. Just... be gentle with your honesty, okay?"

Carrie shook her head, her laughter subsiding into a soft chuckle. She kissed the tip of him, her lips lingering for a moment before she looked up at him again. "Alright, fine. If you really want to know..." She trailed off, her tongue darting out to tease him as she continued to stroke him slowly.

"Jeff," she began, her voice low and sultry. "You remember Jeff, right? We dated for two years before you." Will nodded, his breath hitching as she took him into her mouth for a moment before pulling back. "He was about your size," she said thoughtfully, her hand sliding down to cup his balls. "Maybe six inches, give or take. Same thickness too. But these..." She gave his sac a gentle squeeze, her fingers pressing lightly against the sensitive skin. "These babymakers of yours are definitely bigger than his."

Will let out a shaky laugh, his hips involuntarily bucking into her hand. "Good to know," he managed to say, though his mind was already racing.

Carrie grinned up at him, her lips still glistening from where they'd been wrapped around him. "Your turn to answer a question," she said, her tone turning mischievous. "Why are you so curious all of a sudden? We've been together six months and you never have asked about my past. Did you think I'd been with some monster cock that ruined me for life?"

Will felt his cheeks flush, but he didn't look away. "Maybe," he admitted. "I mean, you're gorgeous, Carrie. And you've had your pick of guys. It's hard not to wonder, you know?"

She rolled her eyes, but there was affection in the gesture. "Alright, well, let's see... My first lover was Marty. Senior year of high school." She made a face, her nose wrinkling slightly. "Oh, Marty. Bless his heart, but he was small. Like, maybe five inches and thin? Small. And he came so fast I barely got the chance to enjoy myself. Typical first-time disaster." He got better with time, but honestly I don't think about him it was so long ago.

Will chuckled despite himself, though he couldn't help feeling a twinge of sympathy for poor Marty. "Guess we all have to start somewhere," he said, his voice tinged with amusement.

Carrie nodded, her hand moving back up to stroke him again. "Then there was Jerome," she said, her tone shifting slightly. "College basketball player. Tall, dark, and handsome. I know what you're thinking," she added, giving him a knowing look. "But surprise--he wasn't some porn star stereotype. He was about the same size as you, maybe a little thicker. But those hands..." She sighed wistfully, her fingers trailing up his shaft. "He had long fingers, Will. Long, skilled fingers. That was what made him memorable."

Will groaned, his hips bucking into her hand again as he imagined it. "Jesus, Carrie," he muttered, his voice strained. "You're killing me here." She continued, "the dexterity of those fingers....so nice.....I honestly like them better than sex with him." Unfortunately she continued, "He liked to use them on other women as well."

She laughed softly, leaning in to kiss the inside of his thigh. "You asked," she reminded him, her breath hot against his skin. "And then there's Matteo..."

Will's attention sharpened at the mention of Matteo. The Argentinian collegiate soccer player had always been a bit of an enigma in Carrie's past--someone she rarely talked about but clearly hadn't forgotten. "What about him?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Carrie's lips curved into a sly smile as she looked up at him. "Matteo was... different," she said slowly, her hand still working him with practiced ease. "He wasn't tall like Jerome, but he made up for it in other ways." He said "not tall that's an understatement, heck he was your height 5'7 or so."

Will's breath hitched, his mind racing with images of Matteo and Carrie together. Different how? he wanted to ask, but the words stuck in his throat as Carrie took him into her mouth again, her tongue swirling around him in a way that made him forget how to think. Carrie said "Don't be too quick to dismiss Matteo."

"Jerome didn't fit the stereotype," she murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. "And neither did Matteo." Her words sent a rush of warmth through him, but there was still that nagging curiosity, the need to know more. "But--" he started, only to be cut off by her lips wrapping around him again, her mouth warm and wet and perfect.

Carrie didn't let him finish, her pace quickening as she took him deeper, her hand cupping his balls once more. Will's thoughts scattered, his world narrowing down to the sensation of her mouth on him, her fingers teasing him, her breath hot against his skin.

He reached down, tangling his fingers in her hair as she worked him over, her movements deliberate and unhurried. "Carrie," he gasped, his voice rough with need. "I--"

But she didn't let him speak, her mouth and hands keeping him on edge, driving him closer and closer to the brink without letting him fall. And as much as he wanted to know more, Will realized that maybe, just maybe, some things were better left unsaid, but he decided he needed to know.

He told Carrie, "You didn't finish talking about Matteo. I remember seeing him play soccer. He was a hairy guy."

Carrie paused, her lips still wrapped around him, but she lifted her head just enough to meet his gaze. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she smirked. "Yes, he was." She ran a hand down his thigh, her touch light but deliberate. "It was very different. Even if he shaved in the morning, he'd have stubble by evening. I liked his hairy chest."

Will's breath hitched as her fingers trailed back up to his cock, her thumb brushing over the tip. "What about his dick? You said he didn't fit the stereotype of a short guy."

She sighed, her voice low and sultry as she continued to stroke him. "Well, I made a joke about not having been with a monster.....but" She felt Will harden even more under her touch, his cock twitching against her palm. "he was easily 9 inches when he was hard, and thicker than you as well" Will said, "Oh my! on his short body that had to be quite the sight!"

Carrie leaned in, her breath warm against his skin as she kissed the base of his shaft. "Oh, it was. But it wasn't just his size. Matteo was... skilled. Very skilled." Her tongue flicked out, tracing a vein along the underside of his cock. "I didn't even know a dick could slide past the cervix to areas called the fornix until him. He was a premed student, so he knew exactly what he was doing. His dick would get to those spots and trigger some intense orgasms." She paused, her hand stilling for a moment as she looked up at him, her lips curved into a wicked smile. "Do you like me talking about Matteo, honey? About how satisfied he left me every time?"

Will groaned, his hips bucking slightly as her words sent a jolt of arousal through him. "Fuck, Carrie..."

She chuckled softly, her fingers tightening around him as she resumed her slow, teasing strokes. "I can feel how much you like it," she murmured, her voice dripping with temptation. "Your cock is throbbing in my hand, begging for me to keep going."

Will's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions--jealousy, desire, and an undeniable curiosity that only seemed to grow stronger with every word she spoke. "Tell me more," he rasped, his fingers tightening in her hair. "What else did he do? How did he make you feel?"

Carrie's eyes darkened with lust as she leaned in again, her lips brushing against the sensitive head of his cock. "He knew exactly how to use that big dick of his," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "He'd start slow, letting me adjust to him, stretching me with his fingers first. And then, when I was ready..." She trailed off, her tongue darting out to lick a bead of precum from his tip. "He'd push inside me, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. And once he was there, he'd move just like this--"

With that Carrie climbed on top of Will and slowly lowered herself onto his throbbing cock. "He'd find that spot deep inside me," she continued, her voice husky with need, "and he'd press against it, over and over, until I couldn't take it anymore. And when he knew I was close..." She leaned in, her mouth hovering just above his, her breath warm and tantalizing. "He'd speed up, hitting that spot harder, faster, until I came screaming his name."

Will's entire body tensed, his cock pulsating inside her as he teetered on the edge of release. "God, Carrie..."

She smiled up at him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You want to hear more?" she purred, her voice a seductive whisper. "About how he'd make me cum again and again? About how he'd leave me shaking, completely spent?"

Will nodded, unable to form words, his need for her--for this--consuming him entirely. Carrie's grip tightened around him, her pace quickening as she brought him closer and closer to the brink.

"Matteo wasn't just good in bed," she said, her voice low and intimate. "He was great. He knew exactly how to use his body to drive me wild, to make me lose control. And when he finally came..." She paused, her lips brushing against the head of his cock as she added, "He'd fill me up so completely, I could feel him for hours afterward."

Will's resolve shattered, his hips jerking uncontrollably as pleasure surged through him. "Carrie, I'm going to--"

Before he could finish, she took him as her pussy worked him over with relentless precision. Will's back arched off the couch, his fingers clutching at her hair as waves of ecstasy crashed over him, leaving him breathless and trembling.

When she finally pulled away, her full lips glistening and green eyes shining with satisfaction, Will collapsed back onto the couch, utterly spent. But even as his body relaxed, his mind was still racing, consumed by the images her words had conjured.

"Still want to know how you stack up, baby?" she teased, her voice soft and playful. Will stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest. Before he could respond, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Because if you really want to know... I'll show you...The first thing he could do is keep going after he came...Can you do that for me?"

Carrie straddled Will, her lithe body pressing against his as she settled herself on top of him. Her thighs gripped his hips, and he could feel the heat radiating from her core through her. She leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest, her red hair cascading around her face like a fiery curtain. Her luscious lips kissing him on his neck and nibbling on his ear.

"Are you thinking about him right now?" Will asked, his voice low and husky, his hands gripping her waist.

Carrie's lips curved into a sly smile, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yes," she purred, her voice dripping with playful seduction. She began to grind against him getting her clit to rub, slow and deliberate, her hips moving in a rhythm that made his breath catch in his throat.

Will swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. "Did he fill you up more than me?"

She tilted her head, pretending to consider his question as her hands slid up his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. "Mmm, let's just say Matteo had a way of making me feel... complete." Her words were soft, almost a whisper, but they did the trick as his dick was staying hard. He'd never felt this instant arousal after cumming before. "You are such a goddess."

He felt a mix of jealousy and arousal surge through him, tightening his grip on her waist. "Do you think you deserve a cock bigger than mine? Like Matteo has? Because you're so fucking hot?"

Carrie's smile widened, and she leaned down until her lips were just inches from his. "Oh, baby," she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. "I deserve everything. And yes, I loved the way Matteo filled me up. He was thicker, longer. Every thrust felt like he was claiming every inch of me."

Will's heart raced as her words painted vivid images in his mind. He could almost see it--her perfect body arching under some other man, her lips parted in ecstasy as he drove into her deeper than Will ever could. The thought should have bothered him more, but instead, it only turned him on more.

"But," Carrie continued, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "it's not just about size, you know. It's about how you make me feel. And right now..." She ground against him again, her hips rolling in a way that made him groan. "Right now, I want you."

Her hands moved to his shoulders, pinning him to the couch as she leaned in closer. "So tell me, Will... do you think you can make me forget about him? Can you fuck me so good that all I'll think about is you?"

Her challenge hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Will's mind reeled, torn between wanting to prove himself and the lingering insecurity her earlier words had planted. But then she shifted her weight, bringing him to full attention, and all rational thought fled.

"I don't think I can," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I know I can."

Carrie's lips curled into a satisfied smile, her eyes locking onto his. "Then show me."

In one swift motion, he tossed her on the couch spreading her legs. He'd never done this before, knowing that his release was still in her, but he immediately started what he was best at. He started eating her out licking her clit and fingering her. She was as hot right now as he was. Will's hands and mouth were magic, gliding back and forth as she lost control. She reached down, wrapping her fingers around his head, as she cummed again.

"Fuck," Carrie groaned, her head falling back against the couch as she sank back into it. He realized he was as aroused now as he had been earlier and grabbed her legs putting them in the air and started sliding back and forth with his manhood as she moaned louder and louder. "God, you feel good," she breathed, her hips beginning to move again, this time with purpose.

Will's hands tightened on her waist, helping her set a steady rhythm as she rode him. His eyes stayed locked on hers, watching the way her lips parted with each gasp, the flush spreading across her chest as she let herself go.

"Tell me," he said, his voice strained with effort. "Tell me if he fucked you like this."

Carrie's laugh was breathless, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. "No," she admitted, her eyes darkening with lust. "No, you are the best....this is so much better."

Her words sent a jolt of satisfaction through him, and he thrust upward, meeting her movements with his own. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and moans.

"Cum for me, Carrie," he demanded, his voice thick with need. "Let me see what you look like when you lose control."

She whimpered, her hips faltering for a moment before finding their rhythm again. "Will," she whispered, her voice breaking as the first wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her body tightened around him, her inner walls clenching in spasms that nearly pushed him over the edge.

But he held on, determined to finish what they'd started. With a growl, he flipped her over, pinning her to the couch as he plunged into her harder, faster. Carrie cried out, her feet curling up as another orgasm washed over her as he drilled her from behind.

"God, yes!" she shouted, her voice hoarse with passion. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

Will obliged, driving into her with everything he had until he couldn't hold back anymore. With a final, desperate thrust, he let go, spilling himself again inside her as waves of ecstasy washed over him.

For a moment, they lay there, tangled together, their breathing ragged and hearts pounding. Then Carrie looked up at him, her eyes soft and content. "See?" she murmured, a small smile playing on her lips. "I told you you could make me forget about him."

Will kissed her forehead, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. "Good," he said, his voice still rough. "Because you're never going back to him."

She giggled, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. "Never," she agreed, her tone light and teasing. "But maybe we can talk more about Jerome next time."