“Yes please,” she moans as she lifts her arm and slides it around the back of my neck. “Fuck me now, Carter. I can’t wait another second.” Sweet Jesus. Hearing her say that is almost my undoing.
“Place both hands on the vanity,” I order. As much as I like her hands on me, she needs to hold on. She’s been dying for my dick to be inside her all night, so I’m going to give her exactly what she wants. I’m not going to go easy on her this time.
My fingers slide between her legs. I already know she’s going to be hot and ready for me, but I need to make sure before I pound into her. The last thing I want is to hurt her. I groan when I feel her dripping. Lining up my head with her entrance, I push all the way in. I’m balls-deep in her heaven. Christ she feels amazing.
Giving her body a few seconds to adjust, I pull her hair to the side and run my tongue across her shoulder and up her neck before sucking her earlobe into my mouth. Slowly pulling back out to the tip, I thrust back in.
“Oh God yes,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop.” I have no plans of stopping. My fingers dig into her hip, holding her still, while my other hand slides around the front of her and between her legs so my fingers can circle her clit. She lets out a small cry as her pussy clenches around my cock. I know she’s already on the verge of coming undone. She’s not the only one.
Picking up the pace, I continue to pound into her, over and over. I watch her eyes roll back in her head through the mirror, and she screams out my name. I love it when she does that. I love that even when she’s so consumed with bliss, she knows it’s me that is making her feel that way.
Her body goes limp, but I hold her tight against me without relenting my assault. My fingers still rub her clit as my cock thrusts into her sweet pussy again and again. Not even a minute later, she cries out again as another orgasm engulfs her. It’s enough to send me over the edge.
When her legs give way from complete exhaustion, I lift her into my arms and carry her towards the shower recess. Hopefully the hot water will revitalise her, because I’m not even close to having my fill yet.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Indiana
I wake in the morning to Carter’s beautiful face between my legs. It’s a wonderful sight I can tell you. This is the second time since we’ve reconnected that I’ve awoken to him doing this. It’s something I could easily get used to. Mark wasn’t a big fan of oral sex. I, on the other hand, love it. There’s something so erotic about it.
“Good morning,” he says against my sensitive flesh when I moan and thread my fingers through his hair.
“Morning,” I whimper breathlessly.
After the incredible sex we had when we arrived at the hotel last night, Carter carried me into the shower when my legs threatened to give out. After he washed every inch of me, he took me up against the tiles. I know it’s only been a few days, but it’s like we can’t get enough of each other.
He seemed concerned about me when we got out of the shower. He said I looked tired and pale. He had no reason to worry. Although my headaches are still playing havoc, they don’t seem to bother me so much when I’m lost in him. He’s all the medicine I need.
Even though I told him I was fine, he wrapped me in a towel and sat me on the edge of the bath and dried my hair. It was very sweet. When he was done, he ordered me to bed. I’ll admit I was a tad disappointed when he wrapped me in his arms and demanded I get some sleep. I was hoping for round three.
I’m surprised I’m not feeling apprehensive about my doctor’s appointment later this morning. Maybe that will come after. Right now, I’d be lucky if I could remember my own name. Thanks to Carter and his magical tongue, I’m overwhelmed by the magnitude of feelings pulsing through me. If eating pussy was an Olympic sport he would win the gold medal, hands down.
He pushes two fingers inside me, hooking them to reach my G-spot, at the same time sucking my clit into his mouth. “Oh God yes,” I moan, pushing my hips up towards his face while my head sinks further back into the pillow. When he groans loudly, the vibrations sends me over the edge. My body convulses as my orgasm hits hard.
He’s smiling as he kisses his way back up my body, his eyes locked on mine. His bed hair is sticking up all over the place, but he still looks as gorgeous as ever. My heart starts to race as his lips meet mine. I’m overcome with love for this man. I wish I could tell him how I feel. I want him to know just how much he means to me, but I don’t want to scare him off.
I can’t lose him again.
“Can you be my alarm clock every morning?” I ask as my fingers smooth back his hair.