Chapter 11
Zahara stood under the waterfall shower in the primary bedroom’s ensuite, soaping herself and letting the tears fall and blend in with the water falling on her head and body.
She felt so angry and sad. How could I have been so wrong? Her intuition about people had always been spot on. When she had first laid eyes on Carter, she found him to be devastatingly handsome. But something about his presence and eyes had spoken to her on another level, and she had known that they were destined to be together—but not like this. She had expected love and romance, not a bitter, cold, domineering man.
She gave a sudden laugh full of bitterness and sadness. You only have yourself to blame. He warned you.
Zahara shook her head in denial. No, what she had seen and felt while they were at the ranch was real. Yes, he had been cold and distant when they first met, but she noticed in his eyes that he was attracted to her and was interested. She could tell from the way his eyes followed her in the room, his hooded gaze watching her. And when they touched, from his reaction to their contact that he was feeling the pull between them, just like she did. They belonged together.
Especially that day at Stella’s getaway cabin on her ranch. Carter would not have come after her and made her his if he didn’t feel anything for her. He had been seething with anger when he had come through the bathroom door, while she had been in the shower preparing herself for his arrival, just like Stella said he would. She smiled as she remembered Stella, Deana’s mother and Leaf’s mother-in-law. She was a self-made woman who owned a ranch that secretly catered to the wants and needs of women by offering them romantic packages with the cowboys that worked on her ranch.
Carter hadn’t liked the fact that she had recommended it to Zahara, and Stella had suggested it to her to test his feelings for her by letting him know that she was going to try one of the packages for herself with one of the cowboys of her choice.
The ploy was either going to work or backfire, but thank God it worked. Yet here she was, in this predicament.
If she hadn’t trusted her instincts, they never would have had that time in the cabin.
But now everything was worse instead of better between them.
To console herself, she began to rub and caress her belly and decided to talk to the children about their father instead.
“What do you think about all this, hmmm? Did Mommy make a big mistake?”
She gave them a loving smile as she caressed her tight abdomen. “That day it all started out in a shower just like this one, and your father had barged right on in like he owned the place.”
She remembered her surprise at seeing him there. He had gotten to the cabin more quickly than she had expected. She had been taking a shower and had laid out the lingerie she wanted to wear for him, but his presence in the bathroom had changed her plans. He had looked like an angry Greek God; his hair all mussed up, his shirt out of his jeans, and his feet bare. He had dressed in a hurry and had not put himself together like he always did. Carter was always immaculate in his attire and looks.
His gaze had run hot all over her naked body, and then he had stepped into the shower with her.
Zahara continued telling her tale to her children. “He had ripped open the glass door of the shower, thinking that another man was in there. But seeing me instead turned his anger to lust, and he came in and swept me up in a passionate kiss, stealing Mommy’s breath away. He then proceeded to ravish my body like a man gone mad and—”
“Zahara, that was not quite how it happened,” she heard Carter’s gruff voice say behind the glass door of the shower.
She almost jumped. She had thought he was still downstairs making all the arrangements for the license and their wedding at City Hall, like he had told her when they had arrived home. She hadn’t bothered to answer him and had walked up the stairs with him following behind her like a shadow.
“Do you need me to help with anything before I make my calls?” he’d asked, his gaze trying to capture hers, but she had refused to look at him.
“No, I can take care of myself.” She had walked into the bathroom, waiting for him to leave, and when she heard his heavy tread moving away from the door, she had sighed and decided to take a shower to relieve some of the tension she was feeling. He must have come back upstairs to check on her.
She scowled and turned her back on him.
“As I was saying. He looked all crazed and like a man starved, taking me by storm and then sweeping me off my feet. He carried me to the bed, and with the finesse of a bull in a China shop, in one fell swoop he took my—waahaa!”
She had been so engrossed in ignoring him and continuing her tale that she had not heard him taking off his clothes and walking into the shower with her until he touched her. That’s when she had yelped, startled, before he turned her around to face him and swept her off her feet.
As he carried her to the bedroom, he said, “Let me remind you what really happened that night.” His silver gaze burned down at her, and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass cheeks as he strode with her to the bed. He laid her down near the edge, and she leaned back onto the bed, getting the bedding wet with the eater from the shower, but she didn’t care. Once he had touched her, she was lost to the need to have him inside her.
He had stood over her that night as he did now, but this time, his expression showed his desire and need of her as opposed to the turmoil he had been feeling as he tried to fight the passion between them. Like the last time, she parted her legs, enticing him to look at her wet pussy, and he groaned like he had then.
He dropped to his knees in front of her. Zahara began watching him, her eyes heavy with arousal. She was getting double the stimulation as she remembered that day with him and what was happening now in real time.
Her breathing grew shallow. She parted her suddenly dry lips and licked them, then moaned when Carter leaned forward and parted her sensitive, swollen labia to get a better look.
“Such a pretty pink pussy. All of this for me.” She nodded, as she had done that day in the cabin.
He smirked. “So juicy and wet and ready to be fucked by my tongue and mouth.”
She could feel his breath at her entrance. She shivered and nearly shot off the bed when she felt his tongue lick her slit and his lips suckling the moisture waiting there for his mouth. His tongue on her flesh, the soft firmness of it, rubbing along her sensitive skin and walls, had her body trembling slightly. What he did to her always felt so good. He was a very attentive lover, taking pleasure in pleasing her.
As like in the cabin, his cock was rock hard, and she could see precum at the tip. She wanted to touch it, feeling its strength in her hand and then in her mouth.
“Later,” he promised, reading the expression she must have had on her face as he paused for a second in savouring her.
Giving in to the intense chemistry between them, he pulled her slightly up, being careful with her belly and their children. His nose was pressed against her skin, and he breathed in deeply.
“Your scent is enticing and inviting me to savour each taste of you.” He looked up suddenly, his expression serious.
“Do you have any idea how much I enjoy tasting and fucking you? Hearing every cry of ecstasy pour from your lips is like a symphony to my ears. The feel of your breasts in my hands and your nipples on my tongue, the scent of your skin, keep me wanting to touch and taste, like a man starved, wanting more.”
Carter emphasized his words by swiping his tongue across her slit, passing back and forth. With each pass, he delved a little deeper inside her, driving her crazy until his tongue entered her and she squirmed, needing more, needing all of him. He played with her like that, teasing her until she begged him for more. Then he added one finger, then two, until she couldn’t take it anymore and rained down on his tongue, fingers, and mouth with her explosive orgasm.
Carter moved himself into position, his head now at her dripping entrance. He had taken her in the same way that time at the cabin. She had been excited then, as she was now. The only difference was that she now knew what it was like to be filled to the brim with his hard cock inside her.
His cheeks held a slight rosy hue as it always did when he was aroused by her. His cock jumped and grazed her clit, making her moan.
“But what drives me wild is being inside you, feeling your flesh surround me and squeeze me tight. Taking from me as I give myself to you. Caressing my hard flesh with the softness of yours, your rain coating me, making me hard, so hard that I barely have any control, every single time my flesh meets yours.”
He began to slowly enter her inch by inch, mimicking his tongue’s actions. Everything was just like the last time.
His face looked strained as he kept his pace slow, making sure she was good with everything before he kept going.
She moved her hands on top of his, encouraging him to keep going.
His eyes were so dark now that the irises were starting to eclipse the silver. He gritted his teeth as he pushed deeper into her swollen walls. “Ummm, so fucking good,” he muttered and then continued, “Feeling your hands on my body, your touch sends shock waves of pleasure through my skin. I have never felt this way with anyone, not even—” He cut off what he was going to say, looking bemused.
She didn’t want him to stop and remained silent. Zahara bit her lip because, right here, right now, he was being vulnerable with her, and she could tell it was hard for him.
“You drive me to distraction. All I can think of is your scent, your smile, the way you tilt your head to the side and nibble those gorgeous plump lips of yours when you are working on an assignment. The way your eyes twinkle when you are about to bedevil me with something. The firmness of your jaw when you stand firm and do not budge. To my utter annoyance.” He gave her a rueful smile.
She gasped because with a sudden thrust, he was buried deep inside of her.
“Wanting you, needing you.” His voice was deep and low with his confession.
In that moment, even with her body on fire with desire for him, she could cry because she knew that this confession was hard for him, and she knew this was his way of letting her know that he had feelings for her too, and not just because she was about to be the mother of his children. This soothed her aching heart a bit.
He pulled her up slightly, their bodies still joined, and leaned his upper body over her. Their lips met in a passionate kiss that consumed them both, until, breathing hard, they parted. She lay back down, his hands gripping her hips again as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. Carter used his hand to move Zahara knees-up, her feet planted on the bed as he continued to plunge into her at an unhurried pace, taking his time and filling her over and over with his hard length.
Zahara could feel her orgasm building and knew that it was going to be an intense one. He was driving her crazy with his measured strokes.
He leaned over again and cupped her breast with his hand, palming it and then kneading before he began to play with her nipple. His other hand went to her clit, where he began to stimulate it in time with his nipple play.
Zahara was trying hard not to buck up into him; she wanted him to quicken his thrust, and she began to squeeze him tight with her inner walls.
“Tsk, tsk, behave, just like the last time it won?damn you.” He groaned as she tilted up slightly and wrapped her legs around his hips, using her feet to push him deeper inside of her. This time he bucked as he closed his eyes.
He opened them, and they watched each other as he pulled all the way out and thrust back in, angling now to hit her favourite spot. She bit her bottom lip.
“No, let me hear your moans and screams as I satisfy my pretty pussy. You like this stroke?” he asked as he pulled out again and moved towards her spot.
“Yeesss,” she stuttered out.
‘Then let me hear it,” he demanded, tweaking and pinching her nipple and clit as he picked up his pace, stroking long and fast. He felt so good inside of her, knowing what her body needed.
She began to moan, gripping his arms tightly now, her essence dripping out of her and down the crack of her ass. The sound of their flesh slapping together excited her. She could feel his cock flex and pulse and knew that he was coming too. She squeezed her walls tighter and heard him give a grunt. She smiled for a second before losing all train of thought as he swivelled his hips, pulled out, and pistoned back in.
It was too much, and her body exploded. Zahara could not hold back any longer and let her orgasm overtake her, shouting with pleasure. Then her mouth started opening and closing in a silent scream; it was so intense that she could not catch her breath.
She felt Carter stiffen, muttering a curse as her body spasmed hard and he jerked. She could feel heat pouring into her from his ejaculate hitting her walls and mingling with her juices.
He shuddered as he continued to empty himself, and her body milked every last drop from him, both sweating from their orgasms.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead and lip as her body began to cool. He was still inside of her, and she could feel him pumping softly until he slid out.
Carter bent down over her and lowered his head, sealing their lips together, stroking his tongue across hers. She sighed with renewed passion. He kissed her deeply and then gently broke off the kiss, raining gentle kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and lips.
After paying homage to her face and then gently pulling away, he made his way to the washroom. Zahara watched him until he disappeared, admiring his body. Carter kept fit by exercising and boxing. His body was cut to perfection, with not an ounce of extra flesh, and she loved watching him naked.
He came out of the washroom and caught her eyes on the door waiting for him, and he smirked. “Dirty girl,” he teased.
She gave a chuckle. “Well, if you are going to walk around naked, expect to be ogled. You have a magnificent body.”
Carter smiled and then stopped in front of her, cleaning her up. He then picked her up and moved her over to the dryer side of the bed before stripping the comforter off and settling her into the soft bed sheets. She loved how he always took care of her afterwards, like she was precious to him.
Zahara yawned, turning onto her side and tucking her hand under her cheek. She was very drowsy now and knew that, in a second, she would be out like a light. As she closed her heavy lids, she heard Carter return to the washroom, but she didn’t have any energy to turn and watch him again, even though she wanted to.
She felt a dip in the bed as he joined her. This surprised her, as it was only late afternoon, and she knew he had work to do. He pulled her close to him, and just as she was drifting into dreamland, she heard him murmuring beside her, almost missing what he was saying.
Her heart fluttered with happiness as she heard his final confession. “Thank you for being the mother of my children and giving me more than I ever expected. You trusting me with your virginity and your love means more to me than you know.”