"Carter, oh God," I groaned, my chest heaving.
"You are so beautiful when you come." His thumb continued to dance around my nipple, prolonging the sensation of my climax. He continued to keep me on the edge of arousal, not letting me come back down, as he slowly slid into me. I closed my eyes and groaned. He ran his large palm up my leg and grabbed my hip and held tightly, pounding into me fiercely.
"You feel so fucking good, Eva."
"Yes," I moaned, "You feel perfect." I panted as he continued to thrust, holding me firmly in place on the edge of the table.
The feeling of him fully inside me, buried so deep because of my position on the table, my legs spread wide and my feet planted on the edge, was almost too much to bear. He pulled completely out of me and I whimpered at the loss, and then he slammed back into me quickly, not willing to be without my body for long.
"You're so perfect, Evangeline. So fucking perfect. This…" he slammed harder, "is so fucking perfect for me." His hair fell over his forehead and I wanted so badly to reach a hand up and touch it; remove it from his face, but if I let go of either one of my legs it would interrupt our perfect cadence.
He continued to pound into me relentlessly, sometimes pulling out fully, and then slamming back in.
"I’m going to come, Eva. Are you ready? Come with me," he groaned, his eyes shut tightly.
"Yes," I panted and nodded frantically. He thrust his thumb onto my hypersensitive bud and I was lost to the pleasure. I assumed Carter had reached his own climax because I heard him groan and pant my name repeatedly, but my brain was lost into a whole other stratosphere. The sensations from edge of the table sex, the way he'd pounded into me so deeply, my brain wasn't able to form thoughts. I was awash with pleasure, sensation, and heat. My limbs felt like liquid, my core trembled, my toes curled with heat, my brain buzzed with the aftershocks of pleasure.
I felt Carter lean forward, his head resting on my shoulder to catch his breath. I felt him twitch inside me as the last bits of his orgasm continued to pulse through him, emptying into me. His hair brushed across my oversensitive skin and I sucked in a quick breath at the added sensation.
I let go of my ankles and dropped my feet to hang over the table. Curling my fingers in his damp locks I leaned back flat on the table and sucked in deep breaths of fresh air, trying to catch my breath. Carter's body heaved on top of mine. We were still connected at the center and the mental image of what we must look like lying there caused my heart to thump a few beats. Such an erotic image—another mental-picture memory to lock away in my heart forever.
I twisted my fingers in his hair and rubbed my other palm up and down his velvety, sweat-slicked skin. I had the urge to taste him, so I darted my tongue out and licked along the skin of his neck beneath his ear. He tasted salty and sensual and masculine.
Carter must have been still lost in pleasure because he didn't acknowledge my sensual lick in a normally sensitive spot for him. I took a deep breath and inhaled his delicious freshwater scent that drove me wild. Another memory to lock away forever.
"You are amazing," he whispered when his breathing had slowed enough to talk.
"So are you," I whispered softly as I continued to rub up and down his back with my hand. I ran a finger down the center of his spine, feeling each ridge as I went down, then felt the dip of his lower back, and then as it flared out again to the cheeks of his sexy, toned bottom. I gave him a quick squeeze on one cheek, making sure to dig my nails in with a giggle, and he pulled his head back to look me in the eye.
"That's kind of hot." He grinned at me. I rolled my eyes at him. "Not ready for round two yet?" He smiled.
"You've just fucked me into next week on a poker table, Carter. I think I’m going to need at least a few hours to recover."
He laughed and pulled me up off the table with him. "Come on, let's hit the hot tub. Might help relieve some of those aching muscles." He smiled. I bit my lip and followed him upstairs to the master bedroom then out into the cool mountain air where we slipped into the hot tub and enjoyed the swirling hot water caressing our bodies.
Chapter Ten
The following week I went back to work, albeit from a living room in the Rocky Mountains. Carter worked out of his office, but left the door open, so we were always in each other’s sight. Sometimes I curled up in the oversized leather chair in his office with my laptop and we worked together. It was perfect and peaceful and sweet. A sense of serenity had come over our relationship. We hadn't yet talked about when we would go home, and a part of me was dreading it. This is as peaceful as Carter and I had ever been, it was like the sweet mountain air filled our hearts with love and respect and contentedness. I had an irrational fear that going back to Boston would cause the bubble to burst.