Page 12 of Carrie's Strength
“No, babydoll, don’t you dare leave me. You know deep inside; I would never hurt you. Come back to me,” I beg as her body goes limp in my arms. “Carrie, babydoll, please hear me. I love you with every inch of my soul. I will never hurt you.” I whisper to her as I cradle her in my arms, just rocking her.
Dr. Wood had warned me that sometimes the least little thing could trigger her memory and cause her to be back in that house with the monster.
I’ve been so careful not to do anything that could trigger her. Not sure if it was something I said or pinning her against the wall that caused it. I’ve pinned her to the wall before, but that was during sex.
I sit on the floor with her in my lap for what feels like hours before she starts to stir.
“Carrie?” I ask quietly.
She shuffles herself off my lap, so she’s sitting next to me, but not touching me.
“Babydoll, I am so fucking sorry. I would never hurt you,” I beg her to believe me.
She’s still not looking at me or acknowledging me.
“Carrie, please talk to me,” I beg.
“I need a minute,” she finally replies, her voice so quiet and meek.
“You take all the time you need,” I tell her.
She gets up and heads for the bathroom, closing the door. My heart breaks when I hear the lock engage. I’ve fucked up so badly that she feels the need to lock the door.
I pull myself off the floor and sit on the edge of the bed, with my elbows resting on my legs and my head in my hands.
I can’t bear the thought of losing her. We’ve been through so much and have come out the other side. This one small mistake cannot be the one to break us. At the thought of losing her and the pain I’ve caused her, I feel a tear slowly run down my cheek.
I’m not sure how long I sit there and cry. The next minute Carrie is crawling into my lap and burying her face in my neck. I wrap my arms around her and hold her to me. Relishing the feeling of her in my arms again. I have no clue whether this is a good or bad thing.
I feel her lips on my neck, kissing and nibbling at me as her hands run over my chest and down to my jeans. Her kisses move as she starts to straddle me, kissing me as if this is our last kiss. I pray to God it’s not, but I ain’t in no way in hell stopping her. My hands move from her hips to the bottom of the t-shirt she’s wearing, pulling it up and off her. I lower my head and take her nipple in my mouth. This causes her head to go back, and a moan falls from her lips. Her hands move to my belt and jeans, I lift my hips so she can pull them off. My cock is already hard and it springs free.
Taking me in her hand, she lifts up and guides me home. It feels like heaven as she encases me inside her.
Moving to her other nipple, neither of us speak as she slowly starts to move up and down, grinding herself down on me. Fuck, this feels amazing. Both of us pour so much emotion into our touches and kisses. Our hands are everywhere as we touch every inch of each other. Holding her to me, I start moving at a fast pace, no longer able to take her slow movements, which are killing me.
“I love you,” I chant as I pound into her, driving us both toward the edge and the release we both desperately need.
“I need you,” she whispers back.
“I’m here, I’ve got you,” I whisper back as I hold her tighter to me, feeling her clamp down on me as the first tremors of her orgasm push me over the edge and we come together calling out each other’s names.
Knowing I’m not finished with her, I stand with her still in my arms and lay her on the bed. Hovering over her, I watch her face as I start to move again, slowly this time. Her eyes fly open, and she looks directly at me.
“You are my world, my reason for breathing. I would lay the world at your feet,” I say as I slowly move in and out of her, our bodies joined together. “You are it for me. I couldn’t carry on without you,” I whisper.
“I love you,” she whispers back.
I speed up a little causing her back to arch as my name falls from her lips.
I kiss her with everything I have in me as we both fall over the edge again.
Curling up beside her, I pull her into me, so her head is on my chest with my arms around her.
“I’m sorry I walked away from you. I needed space for a moment,” she quietly says.
“Fuck babydoll, I am so sorry,” I say back.
“Jason, you did nothing wrong, and I’m sorry my reason made you think that way. I trust you, and I know you wouldn’t hurt me. Just sometimes, the stupidest of things sends me back,” she says as her fingers trace the tattoos on my chest.
