Chapter 3
Zahara’s gaze took in Carter’s curious expression as she showed him her bachelor apartment. It was a small unit, but it fit her means, and she didn’t need all that much space. Just enough to run her experiments, study, eat, and sleep, which was basically all she had been doing since she started school again.
Her lab partner had been walking her home from school when Carter had stormed up towards them. Yes stormed, looking like an angry grey cloud and cold like the winter they were having in New York. But to her, it was as if the sun had come out and was shining on her. She had felt warmth and happiness spread through her entire body.
She was feeling the same way now, having him in her home and near her again, even though she shouldn’t. They had much to discuss: the baby and the woman she saw the day she had tried to go and see him. Judging from the way he had kissed her in the car though, she didn’t think anything was going on between them.
“So, the woman I saw you with at your casino. Are you still together?” Zahara blurted out.
Carter had been inspecting her chemistry thermometers, pipettes, and beakers. He had raised one of the beakers filled with liquid and frowned, opening his mouth to lecture her, she was sure. But she had beaten him to the punch with her question. He straightened up, his silver gaze meeting hers as he put down the beaker.
He stood there in his black dress pants with a tan belt, black patent dress shoes encasing his feet, and a white collared shirt with matching white buttons running down the front, complemented by silver cuff links. He put his hands in his pockets, stretching the material across his firm thighs, and Zahara licked her lips as she eyed the outline of his cock. She was suddenly very warm for a different reason. Her pussy began to throb, and she squeezed her legs together. Her glance flicked back up to his to see him watching her with a guarded expression.
He moved towards her until he was standing so close to her she could feel the heat of his chest.
She stared into his mesmerizing eyes. They suited his dark hair and complexion; she could stare at their magnificent colour all day. Some would find his eyes to be creepy, especially when his gaze seemed devoid of all emotion, but she had always been able to read them for some reason and knew, especially right now, that he wasn’t as closed off as he seemed.
Her stomach bumped against his and he glanced down, taking in a small inhale of air through his lips before his gaze rose back up to hers with a question in them. She smiled and reached for his hand at his side, feeling the course skin of his palm and fingers, then brought them down to her protruding belly, releasing it as it settled gently there.
His fingers skated across her belly, feeling the shape and texture of it, and she let out a giggle because it tickled. She saw a fleeting smile cross his face before he refocused on what he was doing. She took his hand again and pressed it firmer against her belly.
“It’s okay, you won’t hurt me or the baby,” she said softly.
His expression was solemn as he continued to hold and feel her belly. “Does it feel different inside?”
She nodded. “I feel a tightening and pulling, like I’m a little bit stretched. So many changes to my body are occurring; it’s fascinating and strange at the same time. That my body has changed to sustain life and that my breasts are now sensitive and getting bigger to feed and nurture our child.”
He looked up at her with wonder and surprise, and then his silver eyes darkened. His gaze trapped hers as his hand moved and gently cupped her breast.
She let out a surprised gasp and then moaned as he rubbed his thumb on her now-hardening nipple. Then she stiffened and was about to pull back, remembering that she still didn’t know what the other woman meant to him.
Carter must have picked up on that and paused. His look open and honest. “The woman that you saw. I am working with her to design the next hotel and casino we have in the works. She is a diamond designer, and I thought that it would be interesting to have a hotel in the shape of one, or at least the concept of diamonds and jewelry as a theme throughout.”
He continued to watch her as she began to relax, and he started to rub his thumb on her sensitive nipple again. Zahara bit her lip and sucked in the bottom half to keep herself from moaning again. She was wet and throbbing and wanted him, but she needed to know what the woman meant to him.
Carter’s voice became husky. “She is looking to challenge herself, and my idea has piqued her interest. The day you showed up, she was taking me to her studio to show me the designs she had come up with. That was the only time she had available, as she was booked solid to create jewelry for important clientele and could not meet up with me again for a couple of weeks.”
“Oh. That’s…” Zahara stuttered to a stop because he pinched her nipple just right and got her up on her toes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips hitting his jaw, nipping at him and running her tongue along his exposed skin before teasing him by peppering him with fleeting, light kisses. She heard him growl in protest and she smiled against his skin. She couldn’t resist teasing him in this moment. “Glad to hear that there is no competition in my way for your heart.”
Carter didn’t disappoint. Stubborn man.
He became rigid and was about to pull away when she moved both of her hands into his short, thick, coarse black hair, pulling his head down to her parting lips and slightly rubbing them over his. He had nice lips for a man, and she appreciated the firm fullness of them as they pressed against hers. She felt a rumble going from his chest to hers before the hand that was cupping her breast moved to her waist and pulled her closer to him. He tilted his head as he took over the kiss. Zahara sighed and opened herself to him, the fire that burned between them taking over, and they both got lost in the moment, getting reacquainting with each other.
His one hand moved up her back to the strap of her romper, and he released the buckle with a click, moving his other hand to repeat the action with the other strap.
They parted slightly, not breaking the kiss as he let the top half of the romper fall and pulled it down to underneath her breasts. Zahara reached out and touched his chest, her fingers grazing the muscle there, and she felt him flexing from the contact. She loved that his body was so responsive to her touch, as hers was to his. She began undoing the buttons on his shirt, revealing lightly tanned skin with a sprinkle of curly black hair along his breastbone. Her fingers lingered there, then skated across and down to his nipple, which she grazed with her nail. He groaned and retaliated by cupping her full breast through her top and bra, eliciting a moan from her.
His tongue, which had been swirling and playing with hers, began to retreat and re-enter, mimicking what he would soon be doing to her when he took her pussy, which was now soaking and throbbing.
They pulled apart in silent agreement. He first lifted her turtleneck off of her, with her bra following, and she in turn pulled off his shirt and then unbuckled his tan belt, pulling it from its belt loop.
She stood still as he lowered the romper and lifted her feet to remove it, tossing it onto one of the chairs in her room, leaving her exposed in just her wet underwear. Her nipples were standing hard and swollen, waiting for his attention.
His gaze trailed over her changed physique, and Zahara jutted her breasts out, proud of the new shape of her body, not hiding anything from his gaze. While he was taking her in, Zahara reached for her underwear and shimmied it down her legs, lifting her feet and kicking it away. While his eyes were now focused on her shaved pussy, Zahara tilted her head back as she moved her hand down the bare skin of her stomach, then in-between her slippery folds, rubbing the swollen flesh there, the hard nub sending pleasure through her body. She felt his breath on her lips and opened her eyes, which felt heavy from her arousal. She stared into his, the pupil almost covering all the silver, and his sculpted cheekbones flushed, his hard cock now poking her in her stomach.
She pulled her dripping fingers from her pussy and raised them to his mouth. He parted his lips and sucked her fingers, his eyes closing for a second as he enjoyed the taste of her before he opened them again.
“Like what you see?” she teased huskily.
He growled, “Witch,” before bending down and picking her up while his lips reclaimed hers. Zahara tasted her own essence on his tongue, her hand cupping his head and his jaw as she returned his kiss. She suckled his bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth and heard him give a pleased rumble before he took a step with her towards her bedroom, which she had shown him earlier.
With a couple of quick strides, Carter reached her bedroom and the king-size bed that took up most of her room.
He yanked the top sheet down and laid her on top of it, following her down when he had finished discarding his clothes. He balanced on his elbows, the top half of him raised above her.
His lower half was pushed up close to her, the head poised at her weeping entrance. She could feel small tremors signalling her need for him to take her hard and fast. She missed them being a part of each other. The first time she had enjoyed it up until it hurt, but in the cabin, he had taken his time making her body crazed again for him and he had shown her what it meant to be his woman, over and over, until they fell into an exhausted sleep. Zahara wanted that again.
He paused, his eyes searching hers, and she sucked in her breath, praying that he was not going to suddenly pull away from her and shut her out. She needed him just as much as he needed her, and goddamn it, she was horny as hell for him. She must have worn a fierce expression because for a second his lips kicked up into a smile before he moved his hand towards her face. He cupped her jaw and cheek, his thumb rubbing over her skin, and she shivered, moving her cheek deeper into his hand.
He frowned and then removed it.
He began to move off her, and Zahara opened her mouth to protest.
“Don’t worry, I have no intention of leaving you, or I, high and dry. Turn over. I want to fuck you lying on your side,” he said harshly, and Zahara knew he was regretting that lapse into tenderness when he touched her. She moved but turned her head on the pillow and narrowed her eyes at him.
He turned her head back around. “I don’t want to hurt the baby by putting all my weight on you and crushing you. I wasn’t there when you had your first check-up,” he groused, but his voice had softened.
“You won’t hurt us, but I understand, and I like this position better any wayyyy! Hey, why did you do that?!” she shouted, rubbing the sting out of her backside. He had delivered a stinging slap to her bare butt cheek.
“That was for all the lip you have been giving me and for not telling me sooner about my child.”
“You?oh,” she gasped as he slid his hard length into her without warning. He waited until she adjusted around him and began to plunge his cock deeper into her core. They sighed and began to move together in unison.
He leaned over, moving her hair to the side so that he could access her neck, his lips now on the sensitive part that she liked him to nibble, suck, and lick.
As his thrust hit the right spot inside of her, his mouth worked magic on her shoulder and neck, his hand now cupping her breast and squeezing in sync with his movements. He nipped at the flesh of her lower earlobe, saying dirty things in her ears.
“You feel so wet and juicy on my cock. Shit. This pretty pussy needs to be fucked only by me. It needs a hard ride; can you feel how tight it’s clenched around me? Hmm, my pet. Your cunt was meant for only me to take and ride.” He whispered hoarsely.
He angled up and his leg lifted her slightly for a deeper penetration. She reached behind her, grabbing his head and turning her lips to meet his. Their kiss was intense, tongues and teeth meeting as the heat built between them.
She pulled away to catch her breath and he pinched her nipple. “I can’t wait to take this juicy berry into my mouth and suckle you hard until your rain more of your essence on my cock.”
He flicked and rubbed the sensitive tip and then did the same to its twin.
“Then I want to eat what is mine.” He sounded so possessive, making her very wet.
Zahara felt herself squirt her essence and felt it slide out between them. She was so wet that her liquid was on him, her, and the bed.
Zahara orgasmed around his still-moving hard length, his head now hitting her sensitive spot. She clutched her pillow tight as another orgasm rocked her body.
“Please,” she begged. She didn’t know if she was begging for mercy or for him to keep fucking her. He felt so big inside of her and so good. The sensations were causing her toes to curl, and she was losing her breath from one minute to the next.
He kept going, and she wondered fleetingly whether his stamina was normal or if he was just gifted in that regard. She didn’t care, as long as it was all hers.
She reached back, gripping one of his hard globes, and felt it move as he continued to thrust inside her. She could feel another orgasm rising and took deep breaths to try and fight it. She wanted him to come too, but she lost the battle when he released her nipple and moved his fingers to the hard nub in the center of her folds.
“Then I am going to take this beauty and suck hard on it until you scream,” he said gutturally in her ear. Zahara shattered. She bucked her hips as she felt her vagina walls tighten to the point of pain before releasing in a burst of tight spasms. She was coming so hard that she almost didn’t hear the shout that escaped Carter’s lips. “Fuck!”
She felt a warm liquid along with the spasming going through her pussy. Carter jerked inside of her as his own orgasm overcame him.
“Your hot pussy is milking me so good, pet,” he continued hoarsely before he gave a last thrust and held her while their ardor cooled.
She felt their mingled wetness seep out of her, coating them both, and they groaned together as he pulled out. His hot flesh touching her overly sensitive walls sent another tremor through her.
He kissed the back of her neck, and then she felt and heard him moving off the bed. She twisted her head around and watched his muscles rippling as he stretched, his cock still big and firm, jutting out as though he had not just had a release. She knew that he could go again, and she wanted him. Her body was humming, needing her man. He turned his silver gaze to hers and made a move to come back to bed when she suddenly let out a tired yawn. Her mind was willing, but her body was tired, and she needed to have her nap.
He stopped and turned, then headed towards her bedroom door. Her room was not an ensuite, and she had to walk out to get to the bathroom, which was a bit of a pain at night when she really had to go. She heard a light switch turn on and then the water at the sink running before he reappeared with a wet cloth and a towel.
Carter placed the towel on the wet spot beneath her and then gently cleaned her. She tremored from feeling the abrasive wet cloth on her folds and watched through slitted eyes as he concentrated on his task, even though she could see he was rock hard again.
He finished cleaning her as she let out another yawn, then he left the room again to put the cloth back in the bathroom. She turned when he came back in, and he arranged himself behind her, pulling her close.
She had loved this part when he cuddled with her, even though it had only been that one time. She had been surprised when he had done it, and now it seemed so natural for him to do it again. She knew that they had plenty to discuss, but sleep was starting to overcome her.
She gave a contented sigh and moved her pillow to a better position to rest her head on. Carter adjusted himself behind her, cupping her breasts. The warmth of his embrace made her feel treasured.
Just as she was about to doze off into a deep but content slumber, her eyes popped back open, tensing from the cold command of his voice.
“Tomorrow we will go and fill out the paperwork to get married at City Hall.”
Zahara didn’t even think about it. Her response was swift and short. “No.”