Page 11 of Carter

Carter’s fingers tighten slightly around my neck as his lips descend upon mine. He takes my bottom lip between his before pulling it gently between his teeth. I moan as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth, and his arm drops to my waist, pulling me into him. I’m pressed to his chest, sliding my fingers around the back of his neck to play with the hair at his nape. My other hand holds tightly to the gift that contains everything I have ever wanted.

He sucks my tongue, groaning into my throat. I feel the vibration of his voice deep inside my stomach as butterflies erupt, sending heat coursing through my veins. I can feel his heart hammering against his chest, reverberating against my own. His hard-on, deliciously protruding through his dress pants, presses exquisitely against my stomach, and I can’t help to rub myself shamelessly against him. My nipples ache painfully, begging to be touched and licked, pinched, and bitten.

Carter’s hands tangle inside my long curls, and he wraps them around his fist. Neither of us has taken a breath in God knows how long, so I pull away slowly, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips. Both his hands slide to my waist while I softly tug on his hair. We’re both breathing hard, holding each other up, and taking each other in. His eyes hold so much emotion as mine. Carter’s forehead meets mine as we get lost in each other’s eyes.

I lay my head against his chest, listening to his heart beating as my hand wraps around him, pulling him closer to me. He kisses up the side of my neck, inciting goosebumps all across my body and making me forget my fear of getting my heart broken. My legs clench, begging for relief, and I’m shamelessly aware that Carter can probably smell the desire pooled inside my panties.

“Are you scared,” he says, lifting my chin to look at him.

“What? I look at him.

Seeing my questioning gaze, he continues, “Peach, you haven’t answered the question. I’m scared too. I don’t want to hurt you, and I know that without you, I can’t fucking breathe. Baby, I would die before I hurt you” His thumbs gently soothe my cheekbones. “Yes, a million times yes,” I say as I nibble on my bottom lip, tasting him on me.

He takes the box from my hands, taking the necklace as he turns me around. I can feel his hard-on touching my ass as he moves my hair to the side. Leaning down to kiss my neck and shoulder before he clasps the necklace on me. He kisses me again, starting from my shoulders up to my neck, before turning me around once again so that I’m facing him.

He gently pushes down against the bed as he retakes my lips. His hands stroll up the sides of my torso as his tongue once again finds mine. My fingers skate along the hem of his shirt before I slowly dig them underneath, feeling his warm and taut skin.

He groans at my touch as the bulge inside his trousers thickens. He grinds into the spot I need him most between my legs before placing his hands on me and flipping us.

I yelp into his mouth as my face heats up in embarrassment. I have never been on top. Breaking our kiss, I pull away slowly, unsure of what to do in this position. “We’ve never,” I lick my lips nervously. “Do you doubt me?” His voice is low and gritty, making the throbbing between my legs unmerciful. When I shake my head, he demands, “Then give me that mouth.”

I kiss him as his mouth covers mine as his mouth owns my mouth. His erection digs into me, rubbing against my swollen clit, and I moan into his mouth. My nipples are hard against his chest as we continue to grind against each other. His lips drop to my neck, sucking and coaxing the softest of moans from me. I feel Carter’s tongue over my skin before he slides up to my earlobe putting it between his teeth.

Oh God, I feel like I’m going to explode, and he’s not even inside me yet. Carter expertly sucks and pulls on my earlobe before moving to my jaw—biting, licking, and sucking. “Carter more,” I moan breathlessly. “Fuck, Leandra.” His eyes are half-lidded. “Fuck, Peach. I want to fuck you right here, right now. I want to bury myself inside you until we can’t see straight.” The images his filthy words paint in my mind have me aching further for him, moaning a little louder. God, I want him inside me more than I want to breathe.

“Carter,” I warn again, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to catch my breath. Carter makes work of my dress, leaving me only in my lace bralette and wet panties. I pull the hem of his shirt up as I straddle his waist leaving kisses along his neck and moving down his chest. Getting to my knees in front of the bed as my fingers work on pulling his trousers down, leaving him in just boxers. Making my way back on top of him, I straddle his waist grinding my wet core against his bulge, making me moan louder. “Please, Carter, I need more,” I say breathlessly.

Flipping us around, Carter kisses my neck, down to my breast, as he sucks on the pebbled nipple into his mouth. My hand goes inside his boxers, gripping his stiff cock and stroking him. Carter hooks his fingers into the band of my wet panties, pulling them down slowly. As he discards his boxers, freeing his thick cock, I go to stroke him before he leans over to grab a condom from his drawer. Teasing my entrance and rubbing the thick head against my swollen clit. Aligning himself to my entrance he pushes in slowly, making us both gasp.

“Oh. My. God!” I grind out the words as he pushes inside me, stretching me wider than I have ever imagined possible. Carter is directly pressing against my G-spot and my entire body trembles, and I whimper shamelessly. “That’s it, my Peach,” Carter soothes in my ear, and my eyes roll back in my head. He continues to thrust slowly in and out of me, taking his time worshiping my body. I moan into his neck.

This was more than just our usual rough fucks and sex encounters. I knew this was more. We were more; this was everything. His lips seared my jaw and neck, marking every place he touched while he began to thrust in and out of me with more force. “Carter,” I murmur his name in between gasps. My hand grips his shoulders as I dig my fingers into his back, desperately trying to match his rhythm. Our skin slapping together with an echoing sound reverberating throughout the room.

“Make me yours, Carter,” I moan, biting onto his shoulder as he fucks me slowly. I feel myself close, reaching new heights, ready to combust and drench his cock with my cum. “Fuck baby, you feel so good. Fuckin' tight,” Carter moans. “I’m so close, Carter,” I whisper against his lips. Our kiss is passionate. I was sucking his tongue and nibbling his bottom lip.

Carter goes to rub my clit, thrusting into me as I feel his cock pulsing inside me. “Come all over my dick. Peach drench it. Let me feel your pussy clench around my cock.” Carter urges me.

“I’m coming,” I scream, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, feeling him come undone inside the condom, rolling onto his back and bringing me with him so I lay against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat beating, and I knew this was more. This was love. We made love for the first time, and I knew we didn’t have to say those three words to know that this was love.

Chapter eleven

Carter

Fuck me, she feels good, too damn good. I can never get enough of her. She gasps as I rock my hips and reach that spot deep inside her. Her walls pulse around me, milking my cock with her hungry little squeezes. Her soft moans ripple through my body as waves of hot pleasure take over. I’m torn between my need to fuck her rough and hard, nailing her against this mattress, and wanting to draw this out for as long as possible, making love.

I have never been so close to another person as I am to her. Our bodies couldn’t be any more part of each other’s than they are right now. “Make me yours, Carter,” she moans, biting my shoulder while I continue to fuck her slowly, drawing out the pleasure for us for as long as possible. This was more, we were more, and I wanted to make love to her. I press my lips over hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth as my fingers rub her clit as I continue to thrust into her, slowly going deeper. “Come all over my dick."

She does what she's told.

"Let me feel your pussy clench around my cock.” I urge her to let go.

“I’m coming,” Leandra screams, and I follow after coming undone inside the condom. “Leandra, ahh, fuuuccckkkk.” Holy Fuck, that was incredible. I know it’s only been four months, almost five, but God, do I love this woman.

Rolling onto my back, bringing her with me so that her head rests against my chest. Rubbing small circles along her back and running my fingers against her back, I can’t help but stare at her. Leandra has changed my life in just a few months, and I know I shouldn’t love her because I have a mate out there, but I swear my heart and mind do not get the memo.

My Peach is my everything. I need her, and I would rather die than break her heart. The heart doesn't wear a watch- it's timeless. It doesn't care how long you know someone. What it cares about is resonance. Resonance that opens it, resonance that enlivens it, resonance that calls it home. And when it finds it, the transformation begins, and meeting my Peach, that transformation began on my jet.

“Baby, I have to dispose of the condom,” she looks up at me with those innocent brown eyes as she bites her lower lip. As I slide myself out of her, she whimpers. “Peach, are you okay?” She nods. Entering the bathroom and disposing of the condom, I grab a warm towel to clean her up. Having Leandra in my arms makes me feel content. My fingers are playing with the ends of her hair as her head lays on my chest, listening to my heart beating for her. Her fingers trace patterns on my chest. “Leandra?”

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