But I wanted him.
No, I needed him.
I forced all my doubts away, forced myself to relax on him, the only man in the world who mattered. I relaxed my body against his, my stomach resting on his, his hard abs pressing on me. Something else pressed on me, too, a hot bulge between Carter’s legs. Breathless, I kissed him more, sliding my tongue over his lips.
Carter let out a soft growl, almost a groan, and moved underneath me, pressing his hips harder to mine. His lips parted and his tongue flickered out to meet mine.
I gasped, heat swirling through me. “Carter…”
“Megyn,” he murmured, kissing me again and again. He skimmed his hands down my back, almost to my butt. His fingers hesitated, dancing their way up under the hem of my shirt, before stopping and sliding back up towards my shoulders.
I reached behind me and grabbed one of his hands.
Carter looked into my eyes, his lips pressed to mine. “You’re sure about this?”
I swallowed hard. I was so nervous, but I was so ready. All the soft kisses we’d shared up until now, and all the cuddling and rubbing we’d done during the movie, it had all been leading up to this. I knew it. And I wasn’t going to stop because I was a little scared. I’d spent my whole life doing that and it was time for a change.
To answer his question, I pressed my lips to his again, shoving my tongue into his mouth to meet his.
Carter’s eyes went wide. They shimmered, reflecting the dancing colors at the end of the movie. Then, a haze overtook them, a mist of lust. He shut his eyes and pressed his body to mine, kissing me, stealing my breath as his tongue and lips danced over mine. He ran his hands down my body again, fingers straying once more to my rump. This time, he did what he had been wanting to do, sliding his fingers beneath the waistband of my pants and pushing them down off my hips.
Gasping, I raised my hips and let him strip my pants and underwear away, and then do the same to my shirt and bra. Fully naked, I lay on top of him, trembling and ready, my inner muscles hot and pulsating.
Carter grabbed my shoulders and rolled us over on the couch, so I was beneath him. The theater twirled around me, a blur of colors. I focused on Carter to get rid of the dizziness, watching as he shed his shirt, showing off his sculpted body and the ripples of his muscles.
Rising up on his knees between my thighs, he grabbed his zipper and yanked it down.
I stopped breathing, staring, everything inside me brimming with anticipation.
Carter pulled his jeans down and reached into his underwear, pulling out his huge manhood.
“Carter!” I said, a little alarmed. “Will it fit?”
Carter chuckled and leaned over my body, rubbing his lips on mine until I forgot all about my momentary fear. “Why don’t we find out? Just relax, Megyn.”
I trust him.
I closed my eyes and opened up my body to him. Carter kept kissing me as he brought his manhood to my wet entrance. He held my face and lavished attention upon my nose, my cheeks, my ears, while pushing himself slowly inside me. I held back a wince as he stretched me, not wanting him to stop because he thought he was hurting me.
I focused on his body, laying over mine, and his hands so warm and gentle, and relaxed.
Carter pushed deeper inside me until our thighs met. “Ready?” he breathed.
“Ready,” I whispered.
He began to move inside me, thrusting gently, his hips lifting and falling in a steady motion. I moved with him, found his pace, and then all thoughts ceased as we were locked there together in the midst of pleasure, building a fire that, all too soon, yet not soon enough, overtook us both in its heat.
I collapsed onto my back, my breasts heaving with my breathing, unable to think, unable to say anything except, “Wow.”
Carter laughed his gentle, warm laugh and pulled me against his chest.
I tucked my face to his neck, breathing in his scent, letting the last tremors of orgasm work their way through me.
It’s never been like that before.
That could sum up my entire relationship with Carter.
As I lay with him, I felt myself actually starting to get excited about the future.