"Are you hungry?" I whisper against her lips before trailing kisses along her jaw and down the column of her throat.
Ginny shivers under my touch. "Not for food," she moans.
A growl rumbles deep in my chest, my hands gripping her hips, steadying her as she climbs onto my lap. "There’s one thing I want to eat,” I say, my voice thick with promise.
Her breath hitches, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Then what are you waiting for?"
I don’t need to be told twice. I lower my hands, cupping one of her ass cheeks in each and stand, lifting her effortlessly. She locks her legs around my waist, her arms wrapping around my neck. Carefully moving around her bag, I make my way up the stairs, taking each one as if they’re committed to memory, my lips never straying far from hers.
When I reach the top, I make my way down the hallway until I get to my bedroom. I fumble with the door handle as I keep her wrapped in my arms. She laughs softly against my neck as I finally manage to push it open, kicking it shut behind us.
My bed is only a few feet away, and I don’t waste any time moving across the room to it. I lower her onto the bed, following her down, our lips meeting again in a slow, lingering kiss. My fingers instantly work to undo the buttons on her shirt, slipping it off of her shoulders. I trail kisses along the newly exposed skin,savoring the taste of her. She arches into me, her breath hitching as I devour her.
“There are still too many clothes between us,” she says breathlessly.
“You’re right.” We break apart, each of us hastily working to rid our body of every piece of clothing.
I settle between her legs once we are naked, kissing my way up her body, slow and unhurried, loving every reaction she gives me. Her fingers tighten in my hair, a soft moan escaping her lips as I kiss the inside of her thigh. Her body trembles beneath me, every breath ragged, every sound she makes fueling the fire between us.
I slip an arm under her thigh while sliding my finger up her seam until I reach her clit. She gasps and my cock twitches. She’s already so wet and fuck me, I love it. I lower my mouth to her clit, swirling my tongue around it as I slip one, then two fingers inside of her, slowly pumping them in and out at first, curling the tips as I exit, rubbing against her g-spot.
My tongue and fingers move in perfect rhythm as she writhes beneath me. She shifts her body, pressing her pussy into my face.
I take my time, greedily drawing out every gasp, every shudder, until she’s gripping the sheets, her back arching, my name falling from her lips in a breathless plea.
She moans, her hands slipping through my hair, gripping the strands tightly. “I'm so close. I want your cock inside of me. I want to come while you fuck me.”
When I finally pull myself back, she's flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded and her nipples pebbled, aching to be sucked.
“You’re gorgeous.” My voice is husky, desire coursing through me. I lower my head, then flick my tongue across her hard peak. She arches her back into me, moaning in pleasure.
“I need you, Carter, inside of me. I want to come so bad,” she whimpers.
Sitting up, I reach over to my dresser, pull open the drawer and take out a foil packet. I know she’s on the pill, but I don’t want to risk anything.
“No,” she reaches up, taking it from hand, tossing it onto the floor. “I told you last time, no condoms. I’m clean, you’re clean, and I’m on birth control.”
“You sure?”
She grins at me, biting on her lower lip as she nods.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I whisper. It’s as if someone—God, the Fates, the Tooth Fairy, fuck I don’t know—knew the four of us should be together and spun a wicked weave to get us back to here, where we could reconnect.
“I am.” She reaches up, brushing a piece of hair from my face.
I groan, burying my nose in the crook of her neck. "You have no idea what you do to me."
She smiles, her fingers threading through my hair, tilting my face up to meet hers. "Then show me."
I press my lips to hers, kissing her as I take hold of my cock, running it through her wet folds before lining it up with her entrance.
Slipping my hand between our bodies, I place my thumb directly on her clit, pressing firmly as I move it in a circular motion, then thrust inside of her. She’s so tight. Her walls clamp down on my shaft like a vise.
Our bodies move together in perfect sync, a silent conversation spoken through every touch, every breath, every shared glance. The world around us fades into nothing—no past, no future, just the intoxicating present.
In and out I thrust, her fingers running along my spine as she trembles beneath me. There’s something deeper betweenus, something more than just passion—it’s trust, connection, the unspoken promise that neither of us is truly alone.
Ginny's hands clutch at me, grounding us both in the moment. Every sigh, every whispered name, sends a rush of warmth through me, filling the empty spaces I didn’t even realize existed.
