“Perfect. Keep going.”
I sink the rest of the way in, and a moan escapes me. She takes all of me, buried to the hilt. Her breathing is shallow against my mouth.
I’ve had sex, but this isn’t something I have a description for. It’s more emotional.
Then her hips rock, and we start to move together.
The first thrusts are slow because I want to feel every inch of her.
When her legs wrap around my waist, the angle changes, and I go deeper. She gasps, and her back arches off the mattress. My cock slides from the tip to the base, harder this time.
“Eyes on me, Wen,” she mutters.
Her eyes lock on mine, and too many emotions rush through me at once. We find a rhythm together, her hips rising to meet mine.
“Carter.” Her body tenses, and I don’t stop.
My hand slides between her legs, and I rub slow circles on her clit. Her mouth falls open, and I stay there, repeating the motion until her breathing grows ragged.
A groan leaves my throat when she comes around me, squeezing me so damn hard. I slide my hand under her lower back and lift her hips off the mattress. She whimpers as I fuck her through it.
“My brown-eyed girl,” I whisper.
She reaches up and drags her thumb across my lip, the way I did to her on the balcony. The tenderness undoes me.
This isn’t a crush, and I kiss her deeper, knowing she’s everything I’ve been looking for.
My pace increases, and her hands go back to gripping the comforter as she tries her best to stay quiet. We’re breathless. But then her mouth opens, and everything seizes again. Her pussy grips me so tight that I can barely move as she comes in waves.
“Fuck,” she whispers. “I’ve never … not twice.”
I bury myself in her one last time and come hard with her name on my lips.
The breeze from the balcony cools the sweat on my back. Her breathing settles while mine tries to match it.
“Wow,” she says.
“Yeah.”
“There’s magic in those walls, and those who need healing get it.”
Maybe Mia wasn’t fucking with me after all.
I’ve signed up for marathons, worked nonstop, purchased real estate and planes, and nothing filled the gap.
I roll onto my side and pull her with me. Wendy rests her head against my chest and listens to my heartbeat. I hold her, and it’s the first time the noise has stopped. She doesn’t even know my name.
Wendy lets out a shaky breath and moves closer. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I say against her temple.
She presses her lips to my shoulder. “Your heart is racing.”
“Is it?” I ask, twirling her hair in my finger.
“Yeah.”
“I’m okay, just excited.”
