Biting my lip, I give my ass a little wiggle to encourage him.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Cherry,” he groans as he rubs his cloth-covered cock against me. I can see his control slipping so I reach back and try to pull at his shorts. He gives me a quick smack to the ass that halts my movements.
“Spread your legs more for me. I want to see how wet you are for me. Only me. Show me how much your pussy wants it.”
I spread my legs farther apart for him. He grabs my hips and rocks us as if he’s actually inside me.
“Please,” I moan “I…God!” My nipples ache and pleasure drives down to my clit at his commands. I feel my pussy contract, begging to be filled.
He leans over me, kissing my bare back. He trails open-mouthed kisses all the way down to my ass cheeks, then starts taking little bites.
“God, I love your ass,” he groans, before licking a long, savoring line down my seam, circling my hole and then moving to my pussy. I feel myself grow wetter, and the juices start to slide down my thighs, but Carter is already there, licking them up. It feels like he’s everywhere. I rock my hips to press myself into his face. He licks and sucks everything he can reach. His tongue thrusts then retreats. Every time I feel like I’m about to cum, he pulls back, only to dive back in a moment later.
Spreading my cheeks, he licks me from my clit to my ass. I think I might explode from the pure pleasure of it all.
“I want to fuck you,” he growls into my pussy.
“Yes, please,” I plead. His lips lock around my clit and suck. I cum, and waves of pleasure shoot through my body. I cry out Carter’s name. Aftershocks continue to flow through my body after the crashing wave has receded, and they make my legs shake. Not able to hold myself up any longer, I let my body drop fully onto the bed. I look up to see Carter grab my discarded panties off the floor, bringing them to his nose to smell them as he strides into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.#p#分页标题#e#
I jump up and run towards the door, but before I can grab the handle I hear the lock click into place. This is getting old. Every morning after my wake-up orgasm he slips into the bathroom to take care of himself. He has to know I know what’s going on in there, though I have no clue what he does with my underwear. It’s not like he’s exactly quiet about it. Why else would he be saying my name over and over again? He’s also taken all kinds of naked pictures of me with an old Polaroid camera, pictures that I know for a fact are in the bathroom drawer. When I first asked him about it, all he said was, “I want some pictures, and I’m not taking pictures with a phone. I know that shit can get hacked. No one sees you naked but me.” He seemed to get agitated about the idea of naked pictures of me on the internet so I let it drop. Then yesterday when I was looking for a hair tie, I saw them in the drawer.
Plopping back down on the bed I wait for him to come out. No point banging on the door, because he’ll just come out berating me about upsetting the baby.
I look down and play with my engagement ring. I woke up in the hospital with it on my finger and couldn’t do anything but smile at it. Typical Carter, he just put it on me without even asking. It was beautiful but simple: a platinum band with a solitaire oval-shaped diamond. Classic and perfect.
When I asked him about it he told me the ring was his promise to always do whatever was best for me even when I fought him on it. It was a promise that we’d be together, free of everything. That he had a plan for us. And when that plan was carried out, he would ask me to be the light to his darkness, to give him a taste of happiness he knows no one but I could give him. He wanted the ring on my finger so every day I saw it I knew he was fighting for us, for our family. I didn’t need a ring to remind me, but I knew he liked seeing it on me. I’ve caught him a couple of times running his fingers along it.
I haven’t said anything to him yet about how he’s been acting since we’ve been home from the hospital, but I’ve tried other things. I tried inviting him to take a shower with me, and then I complained I was horny. He tied me to the bed and ate me out until I passed out. I didn’t know the human body was capable of that many orgasms in a thirty-minute period.
When the bathroom door opens I sit up and look at him. He stands there and just stares at me before mumbling something to himself.
“What?” I ask.
“Just maybe you should put some clothes on.”
I look down at myself. I hadn’t even thought about getting dressed. I always sleep naked, and it hurts a little that he would suggest I cover myself up. The hurt must show on my face because he quickly follows it up. “I just mean I don’t want you to get cold.”