Author's Notes:
Welcome to the fourth installment of my story! Thank you for coming back for more. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I recommend that you do so before continuing. Otherwise, you'll probably be confused, and who wants to be confused?
This is a longer chapter. It picks up directly after chapter three, but there are some jumps in the timeline. Fair warning so you're not like, "Wait, what happened?" There is a long-awaited interlude in this chapter that I'm really curious to hear responses on. I think it's one of my better scenes, but of course, I'm biased. Let me know what you think.
Standard disclaimer: Please, if you like the story, or if you don't like the story, take a moment to comment. If you want to insult me because you don't like a topic, go ahead and file that in your own trash can; mine's full. But if you have something constructive to add, please do. I'm still a new writer and it helps me quite a bit to see the story through others' eyes.
That hasn't really been an issue, but I feel super-powerful when I get all tough-like. I will say that there have been a few comments on Carson's otherworldly perfectness. Mostly, that's by design. I want him to be a shining example in a world that isn't always pretty. But I concede that not everyone likes to see a main character remain relatively faultless. I can only hope that the rest of the story is compelling enough to keep reading.
Finally, as always, all sexual activity takes place between adults.
-MB
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She luxuriated in the warm sunlight streaming through the window. The silky-smooth feel of the microfiber sheets was luxurious. Her muscles ached slightly, the swelling of her vulva a pleasant reminder of the night she'd spent in this bed with Carson. Stretching like a cat emerging from a nap, she snuggled into the pillow a little more, the scent of her lover once again filling her nose. Reaching out for him only to find his side of the bed bare, she vaguely remembered his whispered apology for waking her as he dressed for a morning run. His gentle kiss had sent her back to sleep with a pleasant warmth.
Despite the intensity of their activities the previous night, Elsa felt refreshed and relaxed now. Her hesitance in leaving the bed was only because it meant the night was over. She sat up with a sigh. Carson was going to leave a mark. She'd searched for a man intriguing enough to warrant consideration to be the father of her children. Recently, she'd begun to despair of finding
the
guy. But after last night, she thought maybe she had. It just remained to spend some time with him to be sure.
What she couldn't deny was that he had given her the best night of sex in her life. He was well-equipped, but the reaction he provoked from her body was a testament to his skill, not his size. In short, he'd been
perfect
. Not "good" or "fun" or anything so trite as all that...
perfect
. She only had to think it, and he'd do it. Their connection had been good initially, but something changed the second she tasted the slippery pre-cum leaking from his cock.
In that moment, her eyes had rolled back in her head as a tingling sensation passed through her body in a wave. After that, it was as if they had somehow merged mentally. His every caress was timed perfectly, weighted perfectly. His speed, the position—every possible aspect of their sex—were synchronized to the point that her body had simply hummed in an almost continuous orgasm. She had no idea how long it had lasted, only that in the end she'd begged him to fill her hungry pussy with his load, regretting that she wasn't fertile at the moment.
Sliding from the bed, she slipped her panties back up her legs. Instead of her dress from the night before, she donned Carson's shirt. It felt as if he were wrapped around her again, his scent strong in the cloth as she held it to her nose and inhaled deeply.
As she made her way down the hall, she began to smell coffee and freshly baked cinnamon rolls and her stomach rumbled to remind her that she hadn't eaten in several hours. Following her nose, she made her way into the kitchen where she was surprised to see a group of women sitting at the breakfast table, talking softly as they shared a meal. It was a surprise only because it was unexpected. As an Orriri man, Carson would certainly have plenty of women in his life, and Elsa wasn't put off by the thought of sharing him at all. She just hadn't expected to run into any of his women so soon.
When they noticed her presence, the conversation trailed off, as if they were surprised to see her. They looked at her in silence for a moment, before the oldest of the four stood and made her way towards Elsa. Smiling sweetly, she held out a hand and said, "Good morning. I'm Helena, Carson's mother-in-law and matriarch."
Elsa smiled as she shook her hand and said, "I'm Elsa, Elsa Lund."
Helena said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Elsa. I must say, Carson has wonderful tastes; you're beautiful. Let's get you a cinnamon roll and some coffee and I'll introduce you to everyone."
They made their way over to the table, the three women sitting there shifted to make room for the new girl.
Pointing around the table in sequence, Helena said, "These are Carson's wives. My daughters, Mara and Mila. And this red-headed siren is Samantha." For the first time in her life, Elsa felt pangs of inadequacy. Usually, she was the most attractive woman in any group. Sitting before her were three of the most beautiful women she'd ever met, though; even his mother-in-law was stunning, despite being older.
"Good morning, ladies. I'm Elsa." She looked at them curiously, wondering what their response would be.
Mara was the first to pipe up. "Good morning, Elsa. I don't know if you remember me, but we met a couple of years ago at the Project Social. You're even more beautiful now than you were then."
