He leaned down and kissed me, a feather-light touch, as if he wanted to kiss me without any risk of changing me at all. But I wanted to tell him that he already had changed me: that somehow, even with everything that was going on, I was happier now with him and the Princes than I’d ever been.
Then he was pressing into me and I arched my back as his thickness spread me, throwing out fluttering silver pleasure that turned hot and dark as he filled me. He plunged right up inside me until the glossy curls at his base were against my body, and I caught my breath at the feeling. I could feel myself tight around him, every heartbeat he stayed there triggering new waves of heady sensation.
As he began to move, I ran my hands over him, exploring him in the darkness. My palms slid from the wide shoulders that dwarfed mine down the muscles of his back to the hardness of his ass and I clutched him there. I could feel his ass flex as he pushed deep, pulled back and drove into me again.
The darkness was total, now but I didn’t need to see him. I’ve never felt so close to a person. I was aware of every little detail: the slight roughness of his calloused hands when he pushed my hair back off my forehead; the stroke of his chest against my breasts, my nipples achingly stiff; the push of his thickly muscled hips between mine, holding me open and pinned.
He began to speed up and I went wild, tangling my fingers in his hair and drawing him down into a kiss. As his lips met mine he started to pound me, just as I’d imagined that night in the motel, his hips slamming me into the bed. The pleasure went from silver to white-hot, everything narrowing down to the feel of him inside me and his urgent possessive kisses. He owned my mouth, ravishing me with his tongue and then sucking my top lip into his mouth and biting it just a little. His hips never stopped rising and falling and now he began to twist them as well. I wrapped my arms around him, clutching him tight as my climax approached. “Carrick!” I panted through the kisses. “Carrick!”#p#分页标题#e#
The whole bed was rocking. His thrusts built and built, speeding me towards my peak. My fingers dug deep into the muscles of his back as I felt the pleasure spiral tight, ready to burst—
I found his cheeks in the darkness, his stubble rough against my palms, and drew him down for one last kiss. Our tongues met just as I exploded and my climax came out as a long, muffled moan. A second later, he groaned and I felt him shoot inside me.
When we’d recovered, he gathered me into his arms and rolled us onto our sides, my head against his chest. I still couldn’t see him but it almost felt more intimate, that way. Thunder still rumbled overhead, but it seemed to be moving away and there was nothing, nature or human, that could hurt me when I was with him.
As our breathing settled and we lay there cuddling, the mood changed. I think it was the darkness. It made it easier for him to visit the places he hadn’t wanted to go back to.
“It starts with my dad,” he said at last.
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Carrick
“I was born in Ireland. The North. My mom was over from the US on business, met my dad and fell for him. She wanted to be with him but it was a pain for her to find work in Ireland and a pain for my dad to work in America. So there was a lot of travelling back and forth, when we were kids.”
“We?” she asked. “You have brothers and sisters?”
“Brothers,” I said. “Four of them.” An iron band tightened around my chest. Or maybe just three, now. “We spent some time in the US, some in Ireland. Moved schools a lot. But we were a happy family. I spent more time with my dad than the rest of them: he used to have this motorcycle he’d ride on weekends and sometimes he’d take me out on it. He wasn’t a biker, not like I am now, but he taught me to love bikes.” I swallowed, remembering the smooth metal and chromed exhausts, the grin on his face as he looked round at me to check I was okay.
“Anyway,” I told her, “we’re spending a summer in the US. My dad’s traveling for work and we’re pretty close so I miss him a lot. I spend a lot of that summer brooding and maybe that’s why I don’t see what’s going on.” I could hear my voice going tight. Annabelle must have been able to hear it too because she pressed against me, her soft body calming me.
“She had these friends,” I said. “That’s how she introduced them to us. We’d all be packed off to another room and she’d have five, six hour talks with them. Really intense. A few times I listened at the door and it was like...I don’t know, it was like a therapy session crossed with a bible meeting, only it didn’t sound like, y’know, the bible. Just a lot of stuff about guidance and confessing and them helping her to find the right path.”