“Holy shit!” I screamed, back arching off the bed.
“Such a dirty mouth, sugar. Let me show you what to do with that mouth.”
He nipped at my bottom lip and then penetrated my mouth. I clung to him in every way I could. He released my arm from over my head and I pulled his shoulders to me, pushing my head back against the pillows when he moved to my neck, his beard scraping against the soft skin of my face and neck.
I pushed my knees into his hips as he ground his body into mine, causing all types of assault on me. Loud sounds of moaning and the screeching of the bed filled the room. Without notice, Carter rolled us over so that I was on top of him.
“I want to watch you ride me,” he informed.
I pressed against this chest to sit all the way up. His hands went to my hips, fingers digging into my skin. My breasts felt heavy, nipples aching painfully.
“Ride me,” he groaned, and the sound sent a shiver through me.
I lifted, rising on his shaft before lowering onto him over and over again. One of his hands moved to pinch the nipple of my left breast while the other moved to my clit. The combination of his penetration, massaging my clit, and the pressure on my breast caused me to feel overwhelmed with pleasure flooding my veins. I threw my head back, hips still moving ? at this point, uncontrollably. I leaned into him, again letting my hands fall to his chest, preparing me to let go.
“That’s it, sugar. Come for me. Let me see it.”
I locked my eyes with his and did as he requested. I surrendered to the orgasm that needed to break free. My entire body shuddered as I sat above Carter. I moaned and ground my hips onto his, my inner walls tightening and clamping around his rod. By the time the last shudder left my body, Carter rolled us and I was on my back, him above me, thrusting in and out of me again. I felt his hand on my sensitive button again and couldn’t believe he was working to wring out another orgasm from me. And my body, of course, began to respond to him instead of my silent pleading for it not to.
“Carter, I can’t,” I begged.
“Yes, you can, sugar.” The need in his voice alone jolted my entire body and I jumped. He continued to pump his hips, taking his pleasure and leaving me writhing on the bed. But soon, a tingling began down in my toes and moved up my legs until it erupted in my core, filling my entire body. I clung to Carter, who leaned down, embracing me in a bear hug, and shivered as his body released its own orgasm.
For a long while we laid like that, glued to one another. Our sweaty skin clinging to each other, as our breaths caught.
“You are amazing.” He picked his head up, staring at me, satisfaction filling those ocean blues of his. “I love you.”
I just stared at him, unable to speak because I was already worn out from the two orgasms and this was the biggest shock of all. He meant it. There was no doubt in my mind that he meant every part of those three words.
Leaning down, he kissed the tip of my nose. “I’ll be right back.” He pulled free of my body and I moaned at the feeling of his withdrawal from me. I watched as he moved to a closed door and opened it. I saw that it was a bathroom. Seconds later he returned with a warm towel, wiping me before returning to the bathroom. He shut the light off when he returned and got back in the bed, enfolding me in his arms, spooning me.
“I love you, too,” I whispered.
After a few moments of silence he returned, “I know,” right before I fell asleep.
~ Chapter Twelve ~
Michelle
I felt his eyes on me before I opened mine.
“Do you always watch people in their sleep?” I asked, my eyes still closed.
The low rumble of his chuckle had my nipples tingling already. “Just you, sugar. Just you.”
I peeled my eyes open to see his, and the tingling moved from my breasts, down my abdomen, and into my sensitive folds.
“Did you sleep well?” He reached up and moved a lock of hair that had fallen over my face.
“Yes,” I answered, covering my mouth with my hand.
His brow wrinkled. “What’re you doing?”
“Morning breath,” I whispered.
He laughed and sat up, stripping the covers from our bodies.
“Carter!” I shouted when he lifted me off the bed with such ease. He obviously loved carrying me. “What areyoudoing?” I returned his question.
