18. Chapter Eighteen
chapter eighteen
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Carter
If I could only do one thing for the rest of my life, it'd be kissing Olivia Friedman.
I'd been with my fair share of women over the years, but nothing compared to the feel of her fingers tangled in my hair. The moment she straddled my lap on that couch, I was done for.
But feelings and relationships were new territory for me. And this woman, she deserved everything. Especially after the way that piece of shit husband treated her.
Struck with a thought, I gripped her by the shoulders and broke our kiss. I pushed her back just enough to look her in the eyes.
“Are you still married?”
“Technically? Yes.”
“Technically?”
“I had divorce papers drawn up, but I haven't seen Ethan in months. I can't get ahold of him. He's been avoiding me at all costs. ”
“Fucking coward.” Anger bubbled up inside me. This Ethan guy was a real piece of work. Avoiding Olivia, dodging divorce papers—it was pathetic.
“I understand if that means you don't want to do this.” She gestured vaguely between us.
I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand, and she leaned in, eyes drifting closed. “Sunny, your past doesn't change how I feel about you. But I need to know if you're ready for this. For us.”
A flicker of uncertainty crossed her beautiful face. “I want to be. God, Carter, I want it so badly.”
“Then we'll take it slow. No pressure, no expectations.”
She grabbed one of my hands and toyed with my fingers. “You don't mind that I'm still technically married?”
“I mind that he hurt you,” I growled. “I mind that he's making this difficult for you. But no, I don't mind that you're still legally tied to him. We'll deal with that when the time comes.”
She smiled and the worried line between her brows smoothed out. “Thank you.”
I kissed her, savoring the soft warmth of her lips against mine. When we parted, I couldn't help but grin. “Besides, I'm pretty sure I've already broken about a dozen HR rules by bringing you here. What's one more?”
“I'm pretty sure you are HR.”
“Perfect. I'll let myself off the hook this time.”
Her laugh was light and carefree. It was a melody I wanted to hear every day for as long as I lived.
“So, what now?” she asked, tugging lightly on the hair at the nape of my neck .
I caught her hand, bringing it to my lips. “Now, we take things one day at a time. No rush. Slow.”
“Hmm. Carter?”
“Yeah, Sunny?”
“Can you go back to kissing me now?”
“Olivia, this is not taking it slow.”
I sat on Olivia's couch, watching with rapt attention as the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on stood up and shed the skin-tight dress she'd worn to the club.
“I never agreed to slow.”
My eyes drank in every inch of newly exposed skin. Her red lacy lingerie left little to the imagination. She was an exquisitely wrapped gift just waiting to be opened. My breath caught as I took in the sight of her—tanned, toned, and utterly breathtaking.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, unable to tear my gaze away from the damp and darkened fabric of her panties.
Olivia's lips curved into a coy smile as she approached me, her hips swaying with each step. My cock twitched in my jeans, begging for release. I couldn't believe this was happening—that this goddess of a woman was standing before me, practically naked and ready for whatever came next.
“You okay there, Mr. Cassidy?” she asked, her voice sultry and teasing.
“Better than okay,” I managed to croak out.
She stepped closer, positioning herself between my legs. The scent of her perfume wafted over me, sweet and delicious. I reached out, my hands hovering inches from her hips, silently asking permission.
“You can touch me, you know,” she whispered, leaning down so her face was level with mine.
I didn't need to be told twice. Her skin was like liquid silk as my hands glided over her hips and settled on her waist. I looked up at her and saw my desire mirrored in her eyes.
“Olivia.” My voice was rough with want. “You're so fucking beautiful.”
She straddled my lap again. The heat of her pussy pressed against my aching dick, and I bit back a groan. Her hands grasped my shoulders, steadying herself as she settled onto me.
“So are you,” she said, stroking the line of my jaw.
Her mouth on mine was soft and eager. She tasted like strawberry Twizzlers and want. I groaned, threading my fingers through her hair to angle her head for a deeper kiss. Her squeak of surprise turned into a moan, then she relaxed into me, her body pliant and yielding.
She was so damn soft—her skin, her curves. I wanted to explore every inch of her.
But as much as I wanted her, I wasn't going to rush this. There were plenty of ways to pleasure a woman without impaling her on your cock.
It was time to show her what it meant to be with a man who cared.
I pulled back, searching her eyes. “Let me make you feel good, Sunny.”
“Carter, I?— ”
I didn't wait for her to finish. I silenced her with a kiss, gripped her under the thighs and stood. Cracking open an eye, I saw Pete jump down from his spot on the couch. His irritation that we were breaking up couch cuddles was evident.
I carried Olivia down the hallway, dimly aware I had no idea where I was going. Then I spotted Pete lying in front of one of the doors. I nudged it open with my foot, revealing a cozy bedroom. It was simple and elegant, just like its owner. Soft neutral tones, crisp linens, and a hint of her signature vanilla scent.
As I crossed the threshold, the weight of the moment settled over me. I wanted this more than I'd wanted anything in a long time. But as much as I craved her body, I wanted her trust more.
After laying her on the plush comforter, I pulled back and let my hungry gaze roam over her nearly naked form. The sight of her splayed out before me made my cock throb.
Her eyes were fixed on me with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. Her cheeks were flushed and her pupils were blown wide. I trailed my fingertips along her jaw, down the elegant arch of her neck, and over the swell of her breasts. She shivered under my touch, her nipples tightening against the red lace of her bra. My fingers danced over the gauzy fabric, wanting nothing more than to feel her bare skin.
I slipped my hands around her ribs, reaching for her back. She arched for me, allowing me to free her from the confines of her bra. A flush crept up her neck, but her eyes never left mine as I slid the straps from her shoulders and tossed the garment aside.
Willing myself to go slow, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties. I wanted to savor every moment, every reaction. My mouth watered as I dragged the delicate fabric down her legs, baring her to me inch by tantalizing inch.
She was laid out like a feast for my eyes. Smooth skin, gentle curves, and a wanton look that had my mouth going dry. I took a moment, committing every detail to memory—the flush of her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes, the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
I couldn't tear my gaze away from her perky tits, the rosy peaks of her nipples just begging for my mouth. The smooth expanse of her toned stomach, her shapely, rounded hips, the glistening folds of her pretty pink pussy peeking out between her thighs. I wanted to devour her.
“You're perfect,” I said, my voice rough and husky.
Her eyes fluttered closed at my words, and my pulse quickened. She was a drug, and I was addicted. Our joint anticipation thrummed in the silence. I knew without a doubt that this would change everything.
I crawled onto the bed and kissed my way down her body, pausing to worship her breasts. I felt her heart racing, and her breath came in short gasps as I continued my leisurely path downward, peppering kisses along her torso.
When I reached my destination, I paused, looking up at her. Her eyes were hooded, her lips parted. I kissed the inside of her thigh, relishing her tiny whimper. I could feel the heat of her cunt, smell the intoxicating musk of her arousal. Unable to resist, I dipped my head down and licked a slow stripe up her slit, savoring the tangy taste of her on my tongue.
She gasped, bucking her hips against my mouth. “Oh God...”
I grinned against her slick folds before diving in with gusto, alternating between long laps and teasing flicks of my tongue against her clit. She fisted her hands in my hair, holding me in place as I ate her out like a starving man at a banquet. Her breathless moans and sobs spurred me on, my own need growing with each quiver and clench of her pussy.
Her keening cries filled the room as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. The knowledge that I was the one giving her this pleasure triggered a surge of primal satisfaction.
“Carter, stop.”
Seized by panic, I pulled back, searching her eyes. “What's wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“God, no. I need you. I need to feel you inside me.”
My cock gave an agonized twitch, straining against the confines of my jeans. I needed to be inside her like I needed my next breath. But I'd never forgive myself if I hurt her.
“I don't?—”
“Please.”
How could I deny her? I undid the button of my jeans, sighing in relief as I freed my throbbing dick from its denim prison. It jutted out hard and proud, the swollen head already glistening with pre-cum. Olivia's eyes darkened with lust as she drank in the sight of me. She reached out, and her slender fingers ghosted along my length in a feather-light caress that made me hiss through my teeth.
“Fuck.” If she kept that up, this would be over before it started. Gripping myself at the root, I lined myself up with her entrance, rubbing the blunt head teasingly through her drenched lips. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, please, God,” Olivia whined, trying to angle her hips to take me in .
Inch by excruciating inch, I pushed forward, watching in fascination as she stretched to accommodate my girth. I gritted my teeth at the torturous squeeze of her inner walls, fighting the urge to slam myself home. It was a grueling exercise in self-control. But it also allowed me to savor the delicious drag of my cock sliding into her welcoming heat for the first time.
When I was buried to the hilt, I stilled, letting her adjust. Her eyes met mine, hazy with pleasure and shining with an emotion that made my chest ache. Trust. Affection. Maybe even the beginnings of something deeper. It hit me without warning—I was doing more than just fucking her. This woman owned me.
“Carter,” she breathed, canting her hips. “Move. Please.”
I withdrew until just the tip remained inside her then surged forward again, burying myself balls deep. She cried out, her back bowing off the bed.
“Are you okay?”
“Stop talking and fuck me.”
I let out a satisfied groan, almost a purr, then I set a deep, driving rhythm. Each powerful thrust had the headboard knocking against the wall, the mattress creaking beneath us.
“God, you feel incredible,” I grunted, pistoning my hips harder, faster, as if I could somehow climb inside her and never leave. “So damn tight. So perfect.”
“Yes! Oh God, right there.” Olivia’s moans hit a new pitch when I changed the angle slightly, hitting that magic spot inside her. Her nails raked down my back, and I knew there would be marks tomorrow. The thought turned me on like crazy.
Pressure was building in my balls, and I felt the telltale tingle at the base of my spine as my release barreled towards me like a runaway freight train. But I'd be damned if I came before her. Bracing my weight on one arm, I reached between our sweat-slicked bodies to rub tight circles around her clit.
“Come on, baby,” I coaxed. “Come for me. Let me feel this sweet pussy strangle my cock.”
Olivia keened, her head thrashing on the pillow as I worked her clit mercilessly, never letting up my relentless thrusts. She started to flutter and clench around me, her body tensing as she teetered on the edge.
“That's it,” I encouraged breathlessly. “Let go. I've got you.”
She shattered with a sharp cry, her orgasm crashing over her in intense waves. Her pussy spasmed almost violently around my dick, milking me with rippling pulses. The exquisite grip of her body was my undoing.
“Fuck!” I roared as I slammed into her one last time and erupted, my cock jerking as I shot stream after stream of hot cum into her clenching cunt.
Spots danced in my vision. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, and it seemed to go on forever. I collapsed on top of her, my face buried in the sweat-damp curve of her neck as we both struggled to catch our breath. I knew I should move. I was probably crushing her, but my limbs refused to co-operate.
She wrapped her arms around me, one hand stroking soothingly down my back. “That was...”
“Fucking incredible,” I finished for her, my voice muffled against her skin. “Did I hurt you?”
She huffed a breathless laugh. “I’m a little sore, but that’s to be expected with…” She gestured vaguely to where we were still connected. “You’re very thick. ”
I chuckled and finally found the strength to lever myself onto my elbows to look at her. Her cheeks were pink, her hair a wild tangle on the pillow, her lips kiss-swollen and curved in a sated smile. She'd never looked more beautiful.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Promise.”
“Good. That’s good.”
I reluctantly pulled out of her and rolled onto my back, taking her with me so she was sprawled on top of me. I felt her smile against my chest.
We fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces finally slotted into place. I pressed a kiss to her hair, willing this moment to stretch on forever.