33. Sunny
33
SUNNY
M y thighs settled down around Carter’s hips as my swollen sex pressed against his hardness. My moisture slicked the space between us, causing my grinding hips to slide along his length. His hands gripped and kneaded my curves while I devoured kiss after kiss.
“Can I have more?” I breathed against his mouth, a question he knew the answer to by the way my hands tipped his head back and pressed our lips together.
With a growl, he devoured my lower lip with his, sucking and sucking until I was a dizzy mess. Then he broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes, his molten pools swirling with a heady mix of lust and promises of things to come. My breath stuttered in anticipation as he lowered his mouth to my waiting breast. His tongue swiped along the cleavage between them, their tips puckered at the attention. My nipples strained even more for his touch, hot aching buds yearning for release.
“I’ve wanted this,” he said against my skin, capturing one hardened tip between his lips and flicking it with his tongue.
The sensations rocketing down my spine had me moaning out his name. “God, Carter.”
His lips trailed along the valley between my breasts, his hands groping and squeezing them. My head arched back as he dragged his tongue across my chest, hissing air over a few moles that dotted the way. Gooseflesh prickled my skin, amplifying the sensations from every touch. He knew all my spots, knew how to drive me insane with just a simple touch. My hips rose and fell on his length as he began to thrust upward into my body.
“You feel so good, baby,” he growled against my skin as he lavished more attention on my breasts. One hand slid down my stomach, between my legs. His digits dipped into my wetness, swirling and collecting the proof of my arousal before bringing it to my other nipple.
The contrast between cool and hot nearly sent me over the edge. I bucked more violently against him, needing more than his teasing touches. “More.” I whimpered as he flicked his tongue around my nipple before suckling lightly again.
“More?” he teased, a satisfied chuckle vibrating across my skin. His fingers teased my folds before rubbing my clit in time with the hardness of his cock in me. I was on the edge, desperate for release as his fingers edged me closer. His thrusts came harder, hips pumping upward into me at a rhythm I couldn’t match, so I let him take control. When I did, my coil snapped, sending me over the edge.
My body jerked and clenched down around him. He slowed in response, savoring the pulsing of my thick walls around his dick. The waves of pleasure hit me slowly, ebbing and flowing as he continued to massage my clit, and I leaned down to kiss him again.
“God you’re really good at that,” I told him before kissing him harder.
Carter leaned in further, sliding his throbbing length even deeper into my depths as the last waves of my orgasm subsided. His movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust sending a new sensation coursing through my body. I moaned and tangled my fingers in his hair, clinging to him as he continued to rock inside me. His breathing quickened, hot puffs of air dancing against my wet skin, fueling the fire within me again.
“God I want to taste you,” he growled, licking the nipple he’d spread my juices on.
I grinned with hooded eyes as I pushed myself away from him and stood slowly. He lifted one leg and propped my foot on the couch next to him, then proceeded to lower his head to my core and start licking.
“Oh God,” I breathed as his mouth engulfed my swollen clit. His tongue flicked and stroked me, each movement more pleasurable than the last. “Oh yes, right there.”
He moved his hands up my thighs, spreading my legs farther apart to give him more access to my aching core. He sucked on my entrance and massaged my clit in one long stroke before doing it again and again, each time faster than the last.
“Carter,” I whimpered as he plunged a finger inside me, curling it to hit my G-spot. The sensation was indescribable, causing me to buck and arch against his face. My knees felt like giving out, my entire body trembling and craving another release. I splayed my hands on his back and leaned forward over him as it neared, barreling ever closer to the point of explosion.
When it came, waves of white-hot pleasure rippled through my body, causing me to shudder and dig my nails into his back. His fingers inside me, the way his tongue lapped at my moist folds—he knew what he was doing and I loved him for it.
He continued to torment me until I pushed him away and collapsed against his chest, panting for air as I straddled him. “God, Carter,” I gasped, my voice nothing but a raspy moan in the quiet room.
He smiled against my shoulder and peppered kisses along my neckline, his erection still hard between us. “You’re so sexy when you come,” he mumbled against my skin.
I blushed and closed my eyes, enjoying the afterglow as it coursed through me, from the tips of my toes to the ends of my fingers. Carter’s cock twitched between us, clearly ready for more. And I was more than willing to oblige him. My hips rocked gently, and he growled as he nipped at the inside of my breast.
“Guess no condom is necessary now?” he mewled, and I reached between us to guide his dick into me.
“Guess not,” I responded, shocked by how easily he lifted me to flip me over onto my back. The fluid motion was so quick I gasped and snickered as he buried himself in me deep again.
“Do I get to do this to you every day for the rest of my life if I want?” Carter started thrusting slowly as I spread myself and hooked my ankles behind his back.
“I think you might…” His lips stole my words again, and I let them.
His thrusts were slow and deliberate, the complete opposite of our first time. I spread my legs farther apart, meeting him each time he bottomed out. “God, Carter ,” I moaned into his mouth as he hit me deep again and again.
He broke the kiss with a growl, bracing himself on the couch as his thrusts quickened. I admired his chest, touching and letting my fingertips trail across his skin and lower to my core where I massaged my own clit. His angle and speed were perfect, hitting my G-spot.
“Sunny,” he grunted as he continued thrusting. I could feel him throbbing inside of me, his heat suffusing mine in the most intimate way possible. I looked at him, his face contorted with lust and pleasure and love.
His release came with a grunt and twitching, warmth spilling into my core deliciously. He slowed his thrusts and stopped. His weight pinned me to the couch cushions, and I wrapped my arms around him. Carter’s lips pressed against mine, which I returned as gently as he offered to me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered as he lingered with his forehead pressed against mine.
“Don’t be. You did nothing wrong. Okay?” Carter’s fingers reached up and brushed a few stray hairs off my forehead. “I’m the one who should be sorry…And your dad.” His mention of my father soured the mood slightly, but I clung to him when he tried to pull out.
“I don’t want to talk about him. Just us…You and me and our baby.” My fingers played at his sides, but he backed away anyway, pulling out. I felt his sex drain out of me and quickly got up before it soiled the couch. It ran down my inner thigh as I rushed to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back, he sat in his boxers on the couch. I had a towel wrapped around my waist, knowing this little rendezvous was far from over.
Carter patted the cushion next to him, and this time I opted to sit by his side and cuddle into his embrace. When he asked me if we could talk, I didn’t expect myself to feel so overwhelmingly comforted just at seeing his face. The real talking still had to happen, and I didn’t know if this was the calm before the storm, or the rainbow following it.
“Sunny, I know you don’t want to talk to your dad, but you need to.” Carter’s words made me bristle. He of all people should know how much Dad had upset me. My father had tried to shove men toward me for weeks, some of them right in front of him. How could he not be upset by this?
I stiffened and sat up, clutching the towel around my body subconsciously. “Carter, how can you defend him? You’ve seen what he’s like.” I felt my lower lip quivering, not even trying to stop the slight twitch. I wanted healing between us now, not more division.
His hand rose and cradled my cheek, pulling me in for a soft kiss. Then he let me go and said, “Sunny, I know. But you only get one father, and I looked into his eyes and saw the pain there. He’s sorry for being a jerk to you, babe. He wants to make it right, and I won’t let him harass you anymore. You have me on your side now, and he knows it. Besides,” he said, lowering his hand to my belly, “Baby Price needs a grandpa even if he’s a curmudgeon who likes to nitpick.”
I hated that he was right. I hated that my mom had been right, and Luna. Freya had even cautioned me not to give up on my dad, not having had one herself as a child. It was time to let the hurt go and face reality, that I did need my dad. I simply didn’t need him the way a child does. I needed his encouragement now, not his parenting.
“What if he can’t stand the idea of us being together? And what if he is angry about the baby?” I knew he knew about the baby after that rude comment in the restaurant the last time I spoke to him. Based on that comment, I suspected he was angry about it, though I didn’t know his real thoughts on the matter.
“Then we’ll handle it.” Carter looked skeptical, eyes narrowed, lips pursed. I knew this had to be hard on him too. His first child died, and the fear of it happening again…I couldn’t even imagine.
“Are you okay?” I asked him softly. No one in this world meant more to me than him, and knowing this situation might be frightening to him felt like a dark cloud hanging over us both. I wanted more than anything for him to be happy and celebrate with me, but that reality might never happen.
“I’ll be okay, Sunny. I just need some time to process things. I’m going to see the counselor I worked with after Hope died. I know they’ll have a lot to say about this, and it will help. But I don’t want you to think for a second that I’m upset with you or angry.” The pad of his thumb brushed over my lip. “I am so happy to have you in my life, and after a moment to sit and think and process, I realized that I do want this baby. I want what I never got the chance to have with Hope, and I couldn’t be happier that I get to share it with you.”
His reassurance coiled around me, drawing me into him. I laid my head on his chest and let him play with my hair as he spoke softly about Hope and how much he loved her, how much he knew he already loved our baby. The warmth of his tone lulled me into a deep sleep as he held me, and for the first time in weeks, I slept peacefully, curled up against his chest.