Now it’s unbearable. My body is on fire, and all the ideas I’ve had the last few days of taking steps no longer feel logical. I’m in this with him. It’s a special day, but only because it reminds us that there is good still left in us, possibly better.
And I’m desperate for him right now.
“We shouldn’t have these conversations when you are wearing your tight white shirt that shows your muscles,” I coo as my mouth trails along his jawline. “It does things to me.”
“I want to do things to you,” he whispers.
The heat building in my body is overwhelming. Screw kissing, I need him to screw me.
But I already know that it will be more than a quick fuck. This isn’t that at all. Too many emotions are involved, and we will go slow.
And I’m okay with that.
“I think we should go upstairs,” I suggest in a sweltering husk.
I’m not even sure how he does it, but he manages to stand, taking me with him as my legs remain wrapped around him. I giggle, but he is now on a mission and won’t get distracted.
As soon as we are upstairs and on his bed, he gently guides me to get comfortable. I didn’t even realize we’ve already ended up here because I’m too lost.
I watch as he peels his shirt up his body, revealing his toned abs. Gosh, I’m enjoying that he stays in shape. It’s an extra perk.
He’s on a mission as he pulls my legs up to drag my leggings off and my panties too. It’s happening so fast, and it’s driving me crazy, but I need him right now, just as he wants me. The air against my pussy only increases the sensitivity around my clit. When he reaches down to work my shirt off, his warm skin grazes my middle, and my body seems to accept the scent of his aftershave.
Completely naked on the bed, with my nipples now little pebbles from the coolness in the room, I can’t help but let my thighs part a little wider. Carter’s gaze drops down to take in the vision of my naked body on top of his bed.
“I’m going to take in the view every single night.” He lowers himself between my legs, but his gruff chin prickles my skin as he nips up my thighs and then above my pussy, stopping right below my bellybutton.
The feeling of his lips feathering my belly causes my body to arch up slightly. Right now isn’t sexual, it’s something else.
He places a soft kiss on my stomach. “You are so unbelievably beautiful.”
“Carter,” I plead, already breathless.
His tongue circles around my bellybutton before his lips travel barely above the little slope of my belly. “Even more beautiful because our baby is in here. I did this to you,” he murmurs against my skin.
I peer down to see him worshipping my body, and it’s poetic as much as it’s passionate.
My entire body is on fire, and I’m aching in agony. Lowering my hands, I claw his soft hair that is just the right length for me to hold on to. I encourage him to move lower. Instead, he moves back up, bypassing my stomach, and his tsk vibrates against my skin, making my nipples harder.
“Rosie, we don't regret making a baby, but I regret that I didn't take my time to worship you the night we did it,” he rasps.
A string that connects my heart and pussy tugs.
He latches onto one nipple, and I moan. Still his hair is between my fingers as he begins to play with the other nipple, twisting and plucking while he sucks on the other, even pulls a little with his teeth.
I whimper from how it sends a signal straight to my pussy.
“These tits. Already growing,” he says against my skin.
I’m about to lose it. My knees part further, and I tilt my hips up to find friction from his jeans against my bundle of nerves. He has a devilish laugh because he notices. I attempt to push him lower by encouraging him with his head, but he won’t have it.
He stops and rises to kneel. “You seem not to remember that you only listen when we’re in bed. Put those arms above your head.”
My breath is softly heaving from every little touch and word that he says. I obey and stretch my arms above my head, causing my body to splay in full view for him.
“Good girl.” His eyes are predatory in the best possible way.
He returns to me by moving himself to the floor and between my legs that are hanging off the mattress. I can feel I’m completely soaked, and when Carter lashes his tongue against my pussy, it causes me to whimper and my hips to buck.
