Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Eve
Carter is standing at my front door again, but this time, the look in his eyes is stormy and dark and intense.
“Hey,” I say, cautiously. “Are you okay?”
I’m so ready to pick up where we left off, but I’m not entirely sure that’s why he’s here.
“Can I come in?” He points inside the house.
“Of course,” I say, stepping to the side and gesturing for him to come in.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call.”
“That’s fine. I’m just studying,” I admit. I don’t have much of a life outside of school, despite Vi trying to get me to go out every night of the week.
Carter strolls over to the couch and sits down.
“Can I get you a drink? Beer?”
“Beer please, thank you,” he says, as he starts petting the kitten.
I walk over and hand it to him, before sitting down next to him. He drinks half the bottle in one big go and I can’t help but wonder what’s bothering him.
“What did you do today?”
“I went to see my mother.”
“Ah,” I say, nodding with understanding. “How did that go?”
“Not well at all. But I don’t want to talk about that right now.”
“Okay…” I sip my own beer, letting him take all the time he needs.
Eventually, he turns to me and takes my hands in his. His eyes peer deep into mine and he takes a deep breath before speaking.
“Eve, hear me out. I don’t know where this might lead. Our connection. All I know is that I can’t stop thinking about you. All I know is that I want you so bad it makes my body ache. All I know is that you’re the first thing I think about when I open my eyes in the morning and the last thing I think about before I drift off to sleep every single fucking night, no matter how hard I try to banish you from my mind.”
“Carter…”
“Please let me finish,” he says, running a hand through his soft hair. “I know we have obstacles. And I’ve been weighing our options. And the thing I keep coming back to is that I don’t want to live my life constantly wondering ‘what if’. What if we tried? What if we could be something spectacular? I know that won’t go away. So, I came to the conclusion that my job isn’t more important to me than trying to have something with you, Eve. My mother, Aiden, your father, their opinions aren’t more important to me than trying to have something with you.”
“Oh, Carter,” I whisper, my eyes filling with tears, my heart swelling with emotion.
“I wanted to come here first and tell you this. I wanted to make sure you feel the same way. If you say that you do, I’ll go blow my life up on Monday morning by telling my boss about our relationship. And then I’ll tell Aiden.”
“Oh!” My hand flies to my heart.
Carter takes my hand and looks deep into my eyes.
“So, Eve? Do you? Do you feel the same way?” He looks at me with such intense vulnerability, it almost breaks my heart. “Do you want to try with me?”
“Oh, Carter, yes! Yes, of course!”
His smile stretches across his face and his eyes light up with joy that mirrors what’s happening in my heart.
He bends his head, kissing me passionately. He pushes me back on the couch and hovers over me, his mouth pressed hotly against mine as his tongue dives between my lips. All the love and desire and yearning that has been building up inside of both of us finally breaks free, flowing between us like a river that can’t be restrained.
“Eve, I want you so badly,” he says, breaking away and staring down at me.
“Carter, I’ve been waiting all this time. Waiting for you. I need you,” I hiss.
His eyes dilate with pleasure and he inhales sharply. I tug on his shirt.
“Now, Carter. Please?”
He nods, silently, kisses me gently again and then raises himself to his feet and reaches a hand out to help me up.
“Let’s go to your room.”
Hand in hand, we walk down the hallway and close the bedroom door behind us.
Standing at the edge of the bed, Carter reaches for my blouse and pulls it over my head, smiling when he sees the black lace bra I’m wearing. He fingers the strap, pulling it off my shoulder. I reach behind my back and hold his gaze as I unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“Oh, Eve,” he whispers, his voice thick with lust. I wiggle out of the shorts I’m wearing, letting them fall to the floor, too. Standing in front of him in just my panties, he takes a moment to let his eyes rake up and down my body, my skin shivering in response.
He rips off his shirt, exposing his smooth, dark skin stretching tight over his rippling muscles. My eyes widen as he reaches down and unfastens his jeans, pushing them over his hips and letting his boxers fall to the floor. As he steps out of his clothes, my eyes are glued to his bobbing cock between his legs.
He’s beautiful. His cock is hard and throbbing and magnificent.
But it’s so big . How is that supposed to fit inside me?
A wave of fear washes over me as I contemplate whether I’ve chosen the right partner or not. But as Carter pulls me into his arms and kisses me tenderly, I know he’ll be gentle with me. I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around him as we fall onto the bed together, tangled up and deliciously naked.
He hovers over me again, kissing me deeply before trailing feathery kisses down my cheek to my collarbone. I gasp at the feeling of his lips searing my skin, so gently, so softly. His hands roll over my skin like silk, smooth and easy, coaxing my body alive.
He leans down, cupping one breast and pulling the nipple to his mouth. I immediately groan at the sensation of his hot, wet mouth on my flesh. He rolls it around with his tongue, then bites it very carefully, almost like he’s testing me.
“Ahh!” I gasp. “God, that feels so good.”
He smirks, looking up at me. “Everything I do to your body should feel that good.”
Then he elbows me aside, lying down. I look at him a little quizzically, but in the next second he lifts me onto his body, so that I’m straddling him. He angles me so that he’s planted face first between my breasts, and my bare ass is in the air. I’m a little shocked at how easily he picked me up, but he clearly has other things on his mind.
He licks the skin between my breasts with his tongue, then pulls one nipple into his mouth. I moan as he bites it and sucks it, alternating pain and pleasure for me. His hands wander down to my hips. He runs his hands over my ass, groaning as he shapes my body.
He releases my breast with a wet pop, looking up at me. “ Fuck . Do you know how turned on I am?”
I blush, slowly shaking my head. “Uh uh.”
He pushes my hips down until my pussy is pressed directly against his cock. We both groan as he bucks up against me. He runs his hand through my hair, fisting it, and uses his hand on my hip to guide me just where he wants me.
I gasp silently as he lifts his hips and bears down on me, his throbbing cock almost touching my clit. He starts kissing and licking my neck. He sucks the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, bucking his hips up, and my eyes roll back into my head.
“Fuck!” I cry. “Carter?—”
He’s not satisfied with that, though. He releases me, pushing me off him and gently laying me down again. I’m left breathing hard. He gets up and digs through his pants for a condom and sets in on the bed.
I’m taken aback for a moment by the image of Carter, completely naked. He’s all muscle, his cock juts proudly out… and right now, he’s looking at me like he’s going to consume me.
He climbs back onto the bed, leaving me to lie beneath him, and he starts kissing my neck again. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. I can feel his hardness against my thigh, long and hot and throbbing. He sucks at my neck, my breasts, and then he moves lower.
I don’t know if I can even handle his mouth on my clit, but he passionately kisses my thighs and my knees. His five o’clock shadow tickles me in the best way. I open my legs wide for him, spreading my thighs. He makes a growling sound as he kisses my clit, and my whole body is suddenly alive with electric sensation.
“Oh my god!” I cry out, my hands burying in his hair.
Already, I’m bucking my hips against his mouth, desperate for more. He closes his mouth around my clit and sucks on it in long pulls, each one sending ripples of sensation up my spine. My toes curl as he brings his hand up to my pussy and introduces one thick finger. He ever so slowly pushes his finger inside as he circles my clit with his tongue. It feels so good that I am overwhelmed with pleasure.
I come suddenly, clenching and crying out. His tongue slows, helping me ride out my orgasm. Soon though, he climbs up my body, kissing me hard. I taste the faint flavor of my own juices on his tongue and shudder.
He pulls back a little bit, grasping his cock and positioning himself just so. The blunt tip of his cock presses against my pussy, and I still for just a second. I’m busy looking at his cock, biting my lip with anticipation of how he’s about to stretch me out.
Quickly, he grabs the condom and slides it over his swollen cock before positioning himself against my pussy again.
He stares down at me, his eyes gentle and sweet.
“Okay?” He asks. My heart swells. He’s being so caring, so gentle.
“Please,” I beg. I’m so ready. I want him so badly.
And he gives me exactly what I want. He pushes inside the barest inch. I gasp, feeling so full already.
Carter glances down at me, biting his lip. “You’re so tight, Eve.”
I’m honestly not sure if that’s a good thing or not, judging by his face alone. He looks like he’s trying to defuse a bomb or something. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling at him a little, urging him onward.
He closes his eyes and pushes himself inside, inch by slow inch. I feel like he’s stretching me out, little by little, filling me up and touching every single part of me. It’s uncomfortable, even though I’m wet, but I push for more. I want everything that Carter can give me. When he is finally inside me to the hilt, he opens his eyes, staring down at me with the most intense gaze I’ve ever experienced.
I look him right in the eye, remembering that I’m in love with him. I don’t care that his dick is so big that it hurts a little; I’m too busy being stupidly, dumbly in love with Carter.
“You okay?”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I say, breathlessly.
I reach up to pull his mouth down to mine, tenderly kissing him. He kisses me back, starting to move his body, withdrawing his cock and then thrusting back in.
“Ahhh, that’s so good,” he mutters, raising himself up so that he can see our bodies joined together. “Fuck, Eve. God, you’re so damned beautiful. Are you okay?”
I nod exuberantly, my body on fire for him.
“Keep going. Don’t stop,” I order.
“Never,” he promises.
Carter grabs my wrists and pulls them up above my head, slowly and gently working his thick cock in and out of my pussy. I dig my heels into his upper back as he starts kissing and biting my neck again. I start to forget the discomfort, focusing instead on the pleasure of his lips on my skin, the wonderful weight of his body against mine.
“God yes!” I moan as he releases my hands in order to palm my breasts. It feels natural to wrap my arms around him, to lightly rake my fingernails down his back.
“Ohhh!” I cry out, feeling my innermost muscles clench.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he grits out. He takes my hand and guides it down to my clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. “Do you know how much I’ve fantasized about this moment?”
I shake my head, biting my lip. “No…”
Carter’s voice is urgent. “I want you to come. Show me what a good girl you are. Make yourself come for me.”
His words send a shudder of pleasure down my spine. He lets go of my hand and grabs my hips, thrusting his cock into me again and again, as hard as he can. I call out, an insensible sound, as I start to touch myself.
The way he is fucking me now is rougher, coarser than before… but for some reason I like it more. A lot more. I close my eyes, rubbing my clit, feeling the brutal way he handles me, ramming into me over and over again.
An invisible spring tightens deep inside me with every thrust, feeding my craving. My fingers help me along, but it’s really Carter’s cock that makes little ripples of pleasure swell and burst across my body.
He’s touching some spot deep inside me, a spot that I seem to be able to angle my body just so to encourage him to hit over and over again.
“Yes,” I groan desperately. “Yes, right there… I…”
And then I’m calling out his name, screaming it, as I go over the edge, falling into a deep ocean of pleasure. He stiffens and growls, filling me with three single, brutal thrusts. I can feel him pulsing inside my pussy.
He slows at last, half-collapsing on the bed with me. He turns me over, kissing me tenderly.
I curl up against his chest, completely satisfied, and feel like a warm glove has been wrapped around my body.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life.