25. Carolina
Chapter twenty-five
Carolina
I ’m convinced that there isn’t a safer place than being pinned beneath Berg MacMillan. He’s a wall of masculine energy and heat as he cups the back of my head and kisses the hell out of me. Beyond the window, a wild west coast storm is raging, but right here on this bed is a haven of safety. His other arm is propping him up, biceps flexing each time he does that damn slow grind thing against my jeans. With every roll of his hips I catch the sensation of denim on denim, and then the smoother material of his underwear, and finally the hard ridge of his dick underneath it all. But beyond every thrum of desire that’s vibrating through my body, there’s a sensation that’s bigger. I care about this man. And that weighs a hell of a lot more than Berg. I know I shouldn’t, but I pour my feelings into my kisses. Letting my lips say the things my tongue never could .
“Berg,” I pant, tugging at my jeans and wondering why he hasn’t taken them off of me since he said he was keen to undress me earlier.
If he doesn’t know what my intentions are here, I can spell it out for him.
“Yes?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice before he lazily sweeps his tongue against mine.
“I-I’m ready. You can take these off.”
His mouth slides to a tender spot beneath my ear that makes a zing of electricity shoot up my upper back.
“Yeah? Ready for what?”
Either he wants to hear me say it, or he’s just being obtuse. I’m gonna go with the former.
My cheeks burn. “I’m already…really wet.”
“Mmm…” his tongue darts over my racing pulse. “And?”
I growl in frustration, and he laughs.
“I’m not in a hurry, Caro.”
“Well, I am.”
If I don’t get to feel him soon, to come soon, I’ll scream.
“I won’t rush this.”
I have a feeling he means more than simply the act of sex.
“You know how often I have to fuck my own hand in a hurry? Because I have fifteen minutes to shower before someone needs me or because I really need the sleep and don’t have the luxury of touching myself for as long as I’d like to?”
I shake my head slowly, taking it all in .
“Too often. So, if you’ll allow it, I’ll be taking my time with your body. And I hope you take your time with mine, because I need that. So bad.”
Berg’s authenticity warms my racing heart. Why was I rushing him? We have nowhere to be except here with each other. How many mornings have I admired the muscles running down his back and yearned to skim my fingers along them? Now is my chance to savour this man and to do all that and more.
He tugs down my jeans, finally tossing them into the darkness. The bedding is cool against my bare thighs, the black satin briefs I slipped on earlier damp between my lips. Rough fingertips graze along the seams of the silky material, tracing the edges where they press against my heating skin. Berg runs a knuckle over my mound, gliding over my clit and continuing down to my entrance and then all the way back up.
“Christ, Caro, you weren’t lying,” he rasps after a few passes.
He fumbles at the waistband of my panties, apparently fed up with the barrier between us. When they’re gone, he flips his hand over, and drags his thumb through my lips.
“So damn wet.”
“Told you,” I say on a gasp as he strokes my clit with the pad of his thumb.
Making slow circles, Berg watches me in the candlelight with a searing stare. My fingers dig into his thick arm as I flex my core, chasing the orgasm that’s right in front of me.
“Do it, Caro. There’s nothing I want more than to see you come all over my bed. ”
When he dips his head down and kisses me as tenderly as he’s touching my sensitive flesh, I moan into his mouth and my orgasm unfurls like a sail. Heat pulses beneath his thumb, the rhythmic clench within my pussy dissatisfied with nothing to contract around. I want to touch him the way he asks. The way he’s craving. His belt thuds against the carpet after I slide it from the loops of his jeans and work them down his hips. Berg is thick and heavy. It’s obvious even through the fabric of his boxer briefs. I find the head of his cock, and stroke it with a featherlight touch. His arms tremble and his breathing is strained as I play, remembering how fun it is to explore someone’s body like this. I toy with the fly of his boxers, excitement building in my pussy all over again when my fingers brush the smooth, bare skin of his rock hard cock. He leans into my touch, moaning.
“Too slow?”
“No. It’s bliss,” he groans.
When he’s fully naked, I continue to take my time learning the shape of him. I cup his balls, trace the vein that runs beneath his shaft, and can’t keep my hands off his chest and arms. Moisture leaks from his cock onto my lower abdomen as he lets me enjoy him. Grasping his cock in my fist, I rub his crown against the pre-cum on my skin before stroking him with a loose grip. Each time I reach the top, I squeeze, loving that he’s practically panting as I work him. The candle burns low, the alarm clock screen on Berg’s bedside is black, and I’m so lost in the man hovering over me I barely notice how turned on I still am and how badly I want to feel him inside of me .
“Condom?” I ask, praying he has one.
“One sec.” I get a fantastic view of his firm ass as he rummages through a drawer in his dresser. The same drawer I avoided weeks ago when I searched for a t-shirt.
When he turns around, foil packet in hand, I get my first full frontal shot of naked Berg. Barrel chest heaving, strong thighs, and a thick fucking cock that I’ve teased to perfection pointing right at me.
“Yeah, there’s not a towel in the whole damn world that’ll hide that, buddy,” I tell him, loving the abashed look he gives me.
He squints in the darkness to tear open the package. “I’ll air dry from now on.”
“Perfect,” I reply, parting my thighs as he climbs over me.
Heat radiates off him and his chest hair brushes my nipples.
“You still want this?” he asks.
I’ve never wanted anything more. The desire I feel goes beyond wanting.
“I need this, Berg. I need you.”
The pressure and weight of his body as he reaches down and lines himself up is delicious. Rain pelts against his window, our heavy breaths mingle, and the candle flame quivers. Berg’s cock notches against my opening, only his head slipping inside easily. The sweet stretch is perfect, and remaining still while I wait for him to decide when he’ll give me the rest is torture.
“This…this is all I want, Caro. You and me. What we have.”
I nod, my brain and my body warring for focus .
I repeat my words. “I need you.”
His voice is solemn. “You can have me, Caro.”
And his hips charge forward, filling me up in only one thrust, and I gasp.
“Stay,” I tell him.
Berg feels perfect as pleasure radiates out from my pussy, his pubic bone flush against mine. Tears prick at the corner of my eyes at the depth of the moment and his words. There’s no denying that our hearts are beyond being worn on our sleeves. I think, at this point, mine is in his palm. I signal my desire for him to move by pressing against his hips, and he hears me loud and clear. He draws back, teeth gritted as he slides home again.
“Oh, fuck,” I swear, as he hits a spot I know I never have.
“You feel perfect.”
I lose track of time as he sets a steady pace, slowly sliding toward the headboard as Berg fucks me into the mattress. When I reach the top of the bed, he shifts his hand to cushion the crown of my head, not letting up. I strain for his mouth, catching his bottom lip and sucking it into my own.
“It’s been a long time since I did this,” he pants, slowing his thrusts. “And you feel really damn good.”
Oh! Is he worried that he’s not going to last long enough?
“Don’t stop,” I say, reaching down to clutch his firm ass and spur him on. “Like you said, we have all night, right?”
“I’m already so close.”
It’s such a fucking turn on that he’s losing control because of me.
He gathers my hands, interlacing our fingers and holding them on the pillow above my head. He leans down close, hemming me in as he thrusts faster and brushes his lips against mine.
“Going to start all over again when I’m done, Caro.” And then I feel his core clench as he moans deeply. “I’m coming.”
I swallow every sexy sound he makes as I swipe my tongue into his mouth, revelling in everything that happened, everything that was said.
We shower together, bringing the candle with us and sliding our hands over every inch of each other’s bodies. And when we’re clean, he dries me and dresses me in another of his oversized t-shirts and tucks us into his bed.
“Are you sure I should sleep here?” I ask when he blows out the candle. “I could go to the couch.”
He bands an arm around my waist and simply grunts in response.
“Because I’m thinking about the girls. I don’t want to-”
“Carolina?”
I pause, because he hardly ever calls me by my entire name anymore.
“The fact that you’re worried about what’s best for my daughters is one of the reasons why you’re in this bed in the first place.”
I contemplate his words, knowing he’s probably right.
“Tell me the window isn’t going to arrive as early in the morning as the door did?”
Berg makes a humming sound in the back of his throat .
“What? What’s that sound?”
“I’m not fixing that window tomorrow.”
My eyes pop open in the darkness.
“Why not?”
He yawns. “I don’t work on the weekend.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Super serious. Besides, I’ll probably have to actually work, anyway. Who knows what the hell this storm did to the job sites.”
I trace circles over Berg’s chest, worrying about my brother’s place. I hope this weather doesn’t set them back and they can still move this summer.
“Alright. I’ll give you a few days’ grace.”
“Really generous, Caro, thanks.”
“That’s me.”
“Now go to sleep.”
I press my face into his chest, breathing in the scent of the soap I lathered all over his torso, wondering if I really care to have the window fixed tomorrow morning, after all. I’d much rather spend my nights right here.