I reach over and take the soap in my hands. Working up a lather, I set it aside and wash her, starting with her shoulders and collarbones before working my fingers over her breasts, slipping and sliding over the smooth, beautiful skin. How a woman can have such strength as Carrie does but still have silky smooth skin is magical, in my opinion. The deep groan from her chest when I cup both of her nipples is electric, and my cock twitches under the water. "You didn't want to help me wash up at all."
"We can wash later," I promise, my hands moving in circles. I find Carrie's nipples again and lightly pinch them between my thumbs and forefingers, relishing the gasp that escapes from her lips. Every inch of Carrie is beautiful to me, but her breasts are out of this world, sensitive, perfect in shape and texture, heavy and soft. "Right now, I'm making love with my soon to be wife."
"Say it again," she whispers, her eyes closed in the haze of sensation washing over her. "Call me that again."
"My wife," I whisper in her ear. Carrie trembles, her body on the edge of coming, and I pause, kissing her. "I'm giving you a choice. You can come now, or wait for me.”
With a deep, calming breath, Carrie nods. "Take me to bed . . . my husband."
Once again, I carry her through the apartment, wrapped in a towel to lay her on our bed. Setting her down, I gently unwrap the cotton from around her, smiling at her little pose. "Beautiful."
Carrie spreads her legs, urging me between them, and I line myself up, pausing. "What is it?"
I smile and tease the tip of my cock between her lips, rubbing it up and down, over her clit before nestling it at her entrance again. "It just . . . has a lot of meaning now, more than ever before."
"I know," Carrie answers, reaching down and taking my hand. "Sexy, isn't it?"
I push in, my cock sinking into her. Our fingers interlock, palms together as I finish sliding all the way inside her. We stay that way for a moment, the beauty of the meaning not lost on either of us before I pull back and slip inside again.
Carrie takes it all and gives it back, giving herself to me while demanding everything from me. We let the speed and pace be dictated only by our own desires, our eyes locked on each other even as our hands never part. When I lean down to kiss her, pushing our hands over her head so that I can still keep our loving grip, her lips are amazingly soft and loving. My hips speed up, faster and faster. I give myself to her, the only sounds in the bedroom the thunder of our hearts, the gasp of air in our lungs, and the sharp slapping sound of my hips driving my cock over and over again deep into her. We are both pushing, reaching that peak which only Carrie has ever brought me to, an intensity that captures my heart, body and soul in one instant.
"Duncan," Carrie gasps, her voice failing her. She's so close . . . only a few more seconds.
"Carrie!" I cry, my cock erupting. Coming with Carrie is something I'll never be able to fully explain, except that it moves my soul, and I'm groaning as I give myself fully to this woman, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Afterward, Carrie lays on top of me, her head on my chest, her right hand lazily tracing my stomach muscles. "I've missed that."
"Never again . . . well, except for months eight and nine," I hum, rubbing her shoulder.
"Oh, the things I'll sacrifice to become a mother and wife," she mock laments, reaching down and taking my now soft cock in her hand. "It's going to be such a hard life."
"Keep that up, and it will be." I sigh happily as she pumps me slowly. It hasn't been long enough for me to be ready again, barely ten minutes, but it still feels wonderful.
"Actually, I just had a thought," Carrie says, her hand pausing. "We've got some people to tell about this and some decisions to make."
"Oh, our friends might be a bit surprised, but I doubt any will be all that shocked. And for school, where we'll live in Jacksonville and how—"
"Actually, I meant my parents." Carrie laughs lightly. "Don't you think we should tell them?"
I stick out my lower lips, nodding thoughtfully. "Good point. Okay, let's fly them down and break the news to them, and we can discuss the other stuff when my mind isn't somewhere else."
"Oh, you mean here?" Carrie asks as she shifts down, licking her lips before kissing the tip of my now rapidly-swelling cock.
Chapter 24
Carrie
I'm nervous pulling up to the airport with Duncan in his new car. Well, not new. He followed Troy Wood's advice and bought a slightly used car, a two-year-old Volvo XC90, a choice that still makes me laugh. It’s not that it isn’t a great choice, it’s just that I’m sure somewhere inside Duncan is the motorcycle-riding thrill-seeker, but he's holding off until we're settled in more.