Slowly sinking a finger into me, his eyes darken as mine fall closed at the overwhelming sensation.
His thumb flicks my clit, and I moan, my hips moving upward of their own accord, trying to find relief. Dropping his gaze from my face, his focus turns fully to my center, and he replaces his thumb with his hot, wet mouth. In a long, lazy stroke, he licks up the full length of me as if he has all the time in the world.
A timeframe my burning body very much disagrees with.
My core tightens, my thighs gripping the sides of his face, and the vibrations from his responding chuckle almost send me over the edge.
“Carter,” I moan as my hips rise, asking for more.
“On your knees,” he orders, and I rush to follow his command. As I do, I realize this only happens with Carter. Only with Carter am I okay with giving up this kind of control. Because I know it’s not giving up my independence or power but sharing it with the man I love.
Carter’s warm hand traces up my spine as he moves behind me. I turn my head to the side, watching as he aligns the head of his thick cock with my entrance. He pushes in, just the tip, and catches my hips as I try to take control and press back onto him.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, Kels,” he whispers, planting kisses up my spine. “I can’t help myself. I want to love you slowly, but I just…”
“Do it.” My low, rasping voice is a plea.
“Condom?” Carter asks.
“I’m on birth control,” I say, knowing the smart answer is to wear a condom anyway, but wanting the feel of him bare inside me too much. And the idea of an unplanned pregnancy is somehow a little less scary now than it’s ever been—I know I’m with the man I want to build my life with.
“I’m…fuck, I’m clean, but…are you sure?” It’s a quiet question that suggests he knows the offer means more than just increased pleasure for us both.
“Yes. Please.”
Carter obliges, slamming home until he’s fully seated, his cock hitting against my cervix.
“Oh,” I whimper. My eyes fall closed as the ripples of pleasure course through my body.
I move against him, letting him control the pace as he continues to pump into me.
I’m at the edge, seconds away from falling, and judging by the erratic pace Carter is moving, he is too.
I drop to my elbows and snake my left hand between our legs, lightly squeezing his soft sac.
“Fuck.” His groan is barely audible, and he quickly pushes my hand away, reaching around to find my clit again.
One firm circle of his fingers is all it takes, and I break, my walls squeezing him as he finds his own release.
We stay like that, neither of us strong enough to do anything for a few long seconds, before I finally collapse.
Using my arms as a pillow, I lie on my stomach, catching my breath as Carter pulls the covers over us both.
It’s peaceful.
“Tell me about your dinner with your mom,” I say.
He does, and I’m so glad he was able to have a good night with her. He worried so much about her while we were gone; I know he wasn’t sure what it would be like when he returned home.
“But I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Carter concludes, kissing his way along my ribs. “I’m going to move back in with my mom. It’s not ideal for her memory or for me, but it will mean more money and fewer hours I’ll need to hire care for her down the road.”
“What if you moved in with me?” I offer. I know people would say it’s too soon, but I also know this thing I have with Carter isn’t going to go away. And if being able to call my house home base would help him with his mom, I’m all for it. Actually, after what we just did, I’dbe all for having access to that every night for the rest of my life, even if he didn’t need a place to live.
“That’s…” He trails off, and a wave of uncertainty washes over me.
“No pressure,” I say, closing my eyes like I’m about to go to sleep. “I just thought I’d offer.”
“I just don’t want you to feel obligated to ask me,” Carter says, his hand sneaking into my maze of limbs to find one of my fingers to hold. “When we move in together, I want it to be because we can’t stand being apart from each other, so we need to cohabitate.”
