“Fuck me,” I groan, gritting my teeth as I sink deeper, filling her. “So damn tight… always so perfect for me.”
Her back arches, tits brushing my chest as she clings to me, legs locking around my waist. “Carter?—”
“Shh,” I murmur, kissing her jaw as I bottom out, my cock buried to the hilt. I stay there, still, letting her breathe, letting her body adjust around me. “Feel that? That’s all of me inside you.”
Her lips tremble, her moan soft against my ear. “Move… please.”
I draw back slowly, almost all the way out, before sliding back in just as steady. Her gasp breaks into a whimper, her nails scraping down my back, her cunt fluttering around me like it can’t decide if it wants more or if it’s already too much.
“That’s it, baby,” I rasp, kissing her temple, setting a rhythm that’s deep and unhurried. “Not rushin’ this. I’m gonna fuck you slow until you know you’re mine.”
She moans my name, dramatic and breathless, every thrust wringing another sound out of her. I grind at the end of each stroke, circling her clit against my pelvis, pulling her higher into my arms when she tries to squirm away from the pressure.
Her eyes squeeze shut, her voice catching. “Carter, oh my God?—”
“Look at me,” I demand softly, my thumb brushing her cheek as I thrust deep again. “Eyes on me while I make you come.”
When she finally meets my gaze, she breaks—her body clenching around me, her cry shattering into the night. I hold her tight, murmuring against her lips, “That’s it, darlin’. Good girl. Let go for me.”
Her orgasm ripples through her, pulsing around my cock, and I keep moving, slow and steady, fucking her through every wave.
Her cunt is squeezing the life out of me, every flutter making it harder to hold on. I bury my face in her neck, groaning against her skin. “Fuck, baby… you feel like heaven.”
Her nails rake down my back, sharp enough to sting, and her voice breaks into a sobbed moan. “Harder, Carter. Please—I need it.”
I growl, snapping my hips harder, the water splashing high around us. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Couldn’t just let me take it slow—had to push me.”
“Yes,” she cries, eyes glassy, mouth falling open. “I want it. I want all of you.”
“Yeah, you do,” I rasp, thrusting deeper, rougher, until her tits are bouncing against my chest and her cries are echoing across the lake. “Always so dramatic, beggin’ like I wouldn’t give you everything without you askin’.”
She gasps, her head tipping back, her body clamping down so hard I almost lose it. “Oh my God—I’m gonna?—”
“That’s it,” I groan, grinding into her clit with every stroke. “Come for me. Drench my cock, baby. Show me who fuckin’ owns this pussy.”
Her scream tears through the night, her body convulsing as she comes, soaking me, pulling me so deep I can’t breathe. Her walls milk me, relentless, and I slam into her through it, my own orgasm ripping free with a guttural curse.
“Fuck—Catalina,” I groan, spilling hot inside her, grinding until she whimpers from how full she is.
We cling to each other in the water, both shaking, breathless. She buries her face in my neck, her lips brushing my skin as she pants. “I love you.”
I chuckle, kissing her damp hair. “I love you more, darlin’.”
Her body’s limp against me, still trembling from the way I wrung her out. She’s clinging to my shoulders, face buried in my neck, her breath shallow and shaky.
“Easy, baby,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her wet hair. “I’ve got you.”
I slip out of her slowly, keeping one hand firm on her ass as I adjust her in my arms. She whimpers at the loss but curls tighter into me, her legs locked around my waist.
The water laps as I wade back to shore, the night air cool on our bare skin. Fireflies glow at the edges of the pasture, the moonlight turning her hair silver. My boots sink into the damp grass, but I don’t stop walking, not until the house comes into view through the dark.
She lifts her head just enough to mumble against my throat, dramatic even half-asleep. “You’re all wet.”
I huff a laugh, shifting her higher against my chest. “So are you, darlin’.”
The moonlight paints her skin silver, fireflies flickering around us as I cross the pasture toward the house.
“You’re carrying me all the way?” she murmurs, sleepy, dramatic.
