"You are so beautiful." He leaned down over me and sucked on a nipple through lacy fabric. My breath caught in my throat and I arched into him. "And so responsive." He took his erection in one hand and slid it between my slick folds, rocking up and down, teasing me and caressing the slick flesh.
"Can you be quiet, Evangeline?"
I nodded my head in response.
"If you're not, everyone will know what we're doing up here." He continued to slide up and down my center, gathering the wetness and spreading it around. My heart pounded in my ears as a soft groan escaped my throat.
"I can be quiet." My hand went up to knead my breast.
"Fuck." Carter's eyes flashed to my hand as it pressed and pinched the sensitive flesh. Then he thrust into me, filling me fully and causing my breath to catch. I arched my back and tightened my legs around his body, sliding him deeper. His hands locked on my hips and he continued to rock in and out of me, sometimes slow and deep and other times quick and shallow. His eyes were locked with mine as his breathing escalated and he pushed me into a state of bliss. My eyes finally closed and I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning. His hands tightened on my hips as his rhythm picked up.
"You feel so fucking good, Evangeline. So wet and hot and tight. Can you feel how good we are together? How fucking perfect we are?" He continued to thrust and a small groan escaped my throat.
"Yessss," I hissed in pleasure.
"I want you in my life always. No matter what, I’ll never stop wanting you in my life. Live with me, take my name, wear my ring, I’m yours forever," he mumbled through clenched teeth.
"Yes, Carter, yes," I moaned. One of his hands slid around between my legs and kneaded and massaged my clit, sending me falling over the cliff into pleasure. My orgasm tore through my body, causing my limbs to turn limp; if my ankles weren't locked around his waist my legs would have dropped to the floor. Carter slid in and out of me with two more long strokes before reaching his own release. His beautiful blue eyes held mine as his orgasm ripped through him. His face twisted in a beautiful grimace of pleasure as he stroked through his orgasm slowly before slowing down. He leaned down over my body, bracing himself on either side of my torso with his forearms. He captured my lips in his and placed soft kisses and nibbles.
"I can't get enough of you." He stroked a few more times with a crooked grin as my breathing came back to normal. A sated smile spread across my face as I brushed the soft hair off his forehead.
"You look thoroughly fucked, Mrs. Morgan." His eyes glistened in amusement.
"That I certainly am." I grinned back at him. He slid both hands up and down my torso, prolonged pleasure pulsing through my body. I sighed contentedly. He continued to kiss and suck on my bottom lip.
"We should get back," I whispered.
"I’m sure they'll know what we've been doing. The evidence is clear on your face."
I blushed profusely as Carter slid the pad of his thumb along my cheekbone with a smile.
"Carter!" Emma's voice echoed down the hallway. My eyes widened in horror. He kissed me one last time on the lips and then pulled out of me, bending to pass me my dress and then throw his shirt over his head. I hurriedly threw my dress on and my eyes darted all over the floor for my underwear.
Just then Carter's door opened and his sister poked her head in. The bright smile fell off her face, replaced with a saucy grin.
"What's been going on in here?" She arched an eyebrow.
"We're heading back down." Carter grabbed my hand in his and walked me to the door. Emma opened the door all the way and crossed her arms, assessing us.
"You were up here for a while." She wasn't going to let us off the hook so easily. Emma and Carter had a stare down as my eyes darted to the floor behind me looking for my panties.
"What do you want me to say, Emma? That I fucked her brains out in my bedroom?"
My head whipped around to him. This situation couldn't get any worse.
"If it's the truth," she shrugged with a laugh.
I pulled my hand out of Carter's and pinched him in the arm.
"Ouch." He grabbed his arm with a wince.
"Nice ring, Eva. Is it from Carter?" Emma’s eyes bore into me with the slightest hint of a smile on her face.
"Uh, yeah." I held the wedding ring out on my right hand, caught off guard by her direct question. Carter had insisted I wear it, but I had insisted not wearing it on my left hand until the time was right to announce it to our families.
"I love it. Is that Carter's birthstone?" Emma came closer and held her hand out. I placed my hand in hers and she inspected it and then her eyes shot to Carter's and she raised her eyebrows.