Chapter thirty-seven:
I sit up and I pull my jeans down my legs. I let them fall on the floor and I don’t even bother to fold them up like I normally do. That’s how urgent this moment seems. That’s how much she brings out the crazy in me.
I pull my boxer shorts down, freeing myself, but she doesn’t look down there, even though I really want her to because I want her to see that I’m a man now. She has changed too; her body has more curves than it used to. Her breasts are rounder, larger and heavier, her ass is firmer, and her stomach is taut. But I have changed too. I am bigger now. My stomach is hard and muscled. My arms are strong and defined.
Her body has changed and so has mine.
We’re both grownups now, not children acting so.
She is naked on the bed, waiting for me, andI’m coming, Carrie, I’m coming. Because I’ve waited for this moment for twenty years.
I climb back on top of her and I reach between us, feeling her body beneath me. I see tears in her eyes because she’s so happy that we’re finally here, at this moment after so long apart. She’s crying because she’s ready for me, and I am ready for her. I probe between her thighs, I find her warm spot, and I touch her there andshe sighs, and her tears fall, and I sigh and I push in deeper, feeling her tight ring of muscles around my fingers. And I am gentle and I am caring as I caress her sensitive place. I am not rough or quick. I take my time and I make sure she is almost there, at that point. The point that makes your stomach tighten and your heart quicken, and that delicious feeling wash over you that makes you know you’re alive.
She is wet; my fingers are dripping with her. AndI did that!
She is tight as I move my hand out of the way and I press myself against her entrance.
She bites down on her lip to stop herself crying out as I slowly push inside her.
She lifts her hands over my head, her wrists locked at the back of my neck as I pump into her. Slowly at first, to get her used to me. Because I am bigger than I was then. I am thicker and bigger and harder than she’ll remember.
I’m a man now, Carrie,I show her.
I move against her, in her, on her. I press my face against the crook of her neck as my stomach tightens and the shivers trail down my body. I look up and I kiss away her tears and smileand she smiles too. Then I press my lips to her perfect pink mouth. My tongue pries her lips apart as my cock moves within her. I brush my tongue against hers and this is everything!
I’m a man now, Carrie, see? I’m better than Adam. Look how good you feel with me.
She murmurs something against my mouth and I move my hands over her body. Over the soft peaks of her breasts, over her silk-like thighs, over her hips as her body clings to me, and I give and I take and I need and I want and she loves it and so do I.
We are one.
We are everything.
She loves me.
She needs me.
I’m branding her body with my own.
I’m eliminating Adam.
I’m owning her.
And I’m keeping her this time.
