“Carter…” she starts to speak but I talk over her.
“No conversation is necessary right now. My dick hasn’t gone down since the second I saw you tonight. I don’t know how many times it’s going to take before it’s satisfied, but you’re going to lay back and take it all until I’m empty.”
She nods her head and moves to the middle of the bed. She may have said she hated how bossy I was, but we both know she loves it but I want more, I want to hear her say it. I need it.
“You want this, don’t you, Layla? You want me to make you mine, don’t you? To be the first and last man to ever possess your body? If you don’t, I’ll walk out that door and you’ll never have to see me again.” I’m not totally sure what I’m saying is true, if I could really walk away from her. It would be like ripping my heart out. I would have to find another way to have her. Maybe she needs all that cards and hearts bullshit. But if that’s what she needs, I’ll do it. I have no shame when it comes to her. I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it means getting on my knees and groveling. “I want this, Carter. I always have and I think you know that.”
Releasing the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding, I grab the edge of the blankets as she moves and I pull them completely off the bed. It’s just her mattress and a fitted sheet, with nothing to allow her to hide from me. She looks around as if she’s just realized this. “You don’t need anything but me on that bed, Cherry. You get cold tonight, I’ll be the thing to cover you up. You need something to lay your head on, that’s me too. You don’t fucking need anything I can’t give you. And I don’t want to be sleeping next to you tonight thinking about how much I hate that fucking pillow for holding my girl’s head when that’s my job.”
I crawl onto the bed and cage her body with mine. “Your pillow and blankets had their turn. I take care of your body now.”
I lean down and kiss her lips aggressively. I’ve been deprived of her mouth for too long. I can’t go slow. Not yet. I need to devour her right now. I lick her tongue and she starts to kiss me back. Her desire takes over and she matches my speed. The passion and possession I feel is being channeled into this kiss. I feel like I need to kiss her so thoroughly that when I’m gone she’ll still feel it.
Suddenly, I feel her small hand come up to my chest and start rubbing across my smooth pecs. My heart starts pounding. I shave everything. My head, my chest, everywhere. I never wanted anything to come between her touch and my skin. Her fingertips gently touch my nipple and it feels like an electric shock. She moves her hand to the cherry tattoo and covers it. She holds it there while I kiss her, and I know she probably feels my heartbeat through my chest.
“God, Cherry. I’ve waited so long for this. I’m going to savor this and relive it for the rest of my life.”
“Me too,” she whispers. I kiss her with everything I have, but I need more of her. I need all of it.
“These lips are just as sweet as your pussy lips aren’t they, baby? It’s okay, you don’t have to answer that. I’ll find out myself.”
With my tongue, I start tracing the light freckles down her neck and across her shoulder. I move to the creamy skin on her chest and then to her left breast. I lick her areola and then bite her nipple roughly. She cries out, but arches up to my mouth, her body begging for more. I move to her right and treat it the same. I have so much need in me, I’m shaking. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life and here she is, laid out in front of me.
To say she’s beautiful undermines her. It’s not enough. There aren’t any words strong enough to describe how gorgeous she is. I look up and see the desire for more in her eyes. Her red hair is spread out around her on the bed like a pool of fire. Her skin is like ivory shining even in the weak light. My body needs to possess her. I want to consume her soul, to bind it with mine so I know she’s protected and touched only by me.
“I may not survive this, Cherry.” I’m breathing hard, and I don’t know how to put what I feel into words.
She brings her hand up to my face and runs it along my jaw. She looks deeply into my eyes and for a moment, she has all the power. “I’m scared too, Carter.”
I kiss between her breasts and rest my forehead there. Her hands rub the top of my head and down my shoulders. I look down at her cum-covered belly and rub what remains into her skin. Seeing my mark on her calms me.
I smile at her as I move farther down her body. I get to her panties and grip them roughly.