Chapter 18 Carter #3
We took the tube, getting lucky with our timings, and were at mine in twenty minutes.
I’d stayed close to her for the journey, exchanging gossip from the evening because as usual, plenty had happened that would be talked about in the next couple of weeks, which was exactly why Anne-Marie did this each year. Entertainment value.
“Here’s the keys. Let us in.” I passed her my set of keys, the keyring one she’d given to me years ago that I’d used for the last three places I’d lived. I wanted to make sure she was certain about this, because being on our own together now was going to be a lot different than before.
She unlocked the door, making a comment about being my butler, and then we were inside, shoes off, the heating thankfully on and working.
“Was there anyone else there tonight you wanted to go home with?” I asked. I’d seen her chatting to a couple of men I didn’t know, and one of them was definitely flirting. Knowing Rose, she wouldn’t have noticed, but I had.
“No.” She hung her coat up, leaving her in her skintight jeans and the floaty blouse that had been driving me mad. “Just you.” There was anticipation in her words. “I can’t believe how I let you touch me in your office.”
“What about how I touch you here?” I leaned over her, her back to the hallway wall, one of my hands braced over her shoulder. “Will that be okay?”
“Yes. I think so. It feels weird that this doesn’t feel weird.
” Her fingers went straight to the buttons of my shirt and started to undo them, taking her time.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She pulled the tails of my shirt out of my chinos, then ran her hands over the skin of my abs and then up over my chest.
“It’s only fair that yours comes off now as well.
” My fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons, tugging roughly at them which made her laugh and take over, kind of the intention.
Before she undid the second, I caught her lips with mine, starting a kiss that I couldn’t have gotten away with at any other time.
I ran my hand down the outside of her thigh, lifting her knee and wrapping her leg over mine, pressing my already hardening cock against her so she had no doubt about just how much I wanted her.
Her fingers undid the other buttons, the kiss ending and restarting so I could get a glimpse of her skin becoming exposed and her bra, which was different to the one I’d felt in my office earlier.
I pushed the blouse off her shoulders, my hands moving back up over her arms and down her body to her waist, where I restrained them, needing to slow this down. “Are you sure about this now?”
“Yes. Trial run.”
My mouth trailed down to her neck, teasing the delicate skin there, hearing her gasp, feeling her hands at my buckle, this time undoing it and loosening the button on my trousers.
“Trial run?” I finally processed her words.
“Like a try before you buy. I thought it was sensible. If we realise there’s no chemistry we can put a halt to it here.”
I needed more time to process what she’d just said, because I was fixated on her tits, cupped by a lacy bra, her nipples visible through the material. All blood had gone from my head.
“Fuck, Rose, you’re gorgeous.” I dragged my thumbs over her nipples, aware that her hands were exploring, dipping into my trousers, her palm pressing against my cock. Then I manoeuvred us so I could pick her up. “Bedroom or sofa?”
“Bedroom. Less chance of falling off something.” She wrapped her arms around me and I hiked us up the stairs and into the master bedroom, which I’d taken over now I was the only person living her.
“Is this going to be weird? Doing this in the house where your family lived?” I placed her down on the bed, eyes combing over her breasts, desperate to remove her bra.
“My dad was conceived in this room. How’s that for weirdness.”
“Shall we move to another room?”
Rose laughed, pushing down my chinos, using her feet to claw them down further. “It doesn’t bother me as long as we don’t refer to it ever again.”
I kissed her, taking my time, unclipping her bra and pulling it away, giving me access to her breasts and then exploring them with my hands and my mouth.
I learned that light touches teased her and deeper ones made her groan, my mouth on her nipple made her dig her heels into the backs of my legs and dig her nails into my back. I also learned that getting skinny jeans off was not in the least bit erotic, but what I saw afterwards was.
Rose lay on the bed, dark red hair cascading over the white duvet, her skin smooth and perfect, breasts bare and the patch between her legs covered with the smallest pair of underwear I’d seen or could remember. I’d be able to remember nothing else.
I tucked my fingers in the sides of her knickers and pulled them down over her hips and thighs, leaving her naked on my bed.
The sum of every experience was in front of me and I wondered from which point it had been all about her.
Maybe it was from the day I met her, before she’d even had her operation, or maybe it had been the afternoon in Clapham Common or somewhere in between, or maybe it was everything.
I made her see stars with my mouth, tormenting her so she was close to the edge but not letting her quite fall, hearing her whimper and beg to let her come, her hands busying themselves with getting rid of my underwear, then almost driving me to distraction because I all I wanted was to be inside her, feeling her tighten around me, hearing her say my name, finally.
I waited for her aftershocks to cease, returning to her tits which I was pretty sure would be my new obsession. Her breathing didn’t quite settle. I shifted a hand between her legs and toyed at her opening, pressing in one finger and then two. She was wet and warm and moved under my touch.
“Rose, are you on contraception?”
Her eyes flickered at me. “I’m on the shot.”
“Do you want me to wear a condom? Or we can stop now.”
She shook her head. “No stopping. No condom. I want you in me.”
I didn’t move my fingers straight away, carrying on pressing her G-spot, bringing her closer and closer, before I stopped the tease and pulled them away.
She hooked her legs around my waist, her hand on my cock, guiding it to her entrance.
I entered her slowly, taking my time and using every ounce of control I had, letting her adjust to the feel of me.
“Are you okay?” I asked her, not able to take my eyes away from her face.
“I’m good. I feel full and I need you to start moving. I’m not a virgin, Carter, it’s just been a while.” She shifted her hips beneath me.
I’d wished I could’ve been her first. I’d wished that at the time, but it would’ve been too soon, we’d have been too young.
I started to move, slowly at first, then becoming quicker as we both sought our releases, hers happening just before mine, her muscles tightening around me and tipping me over the edge of self-control.
I held her in my arms after we’d both cleaned up, the thick duvet pulled around us, the heating going off and leaving the house on the cool side.
A single dull lamp lit the room, the light catching the colour of her hair.
My hand cupped her breast, my leg in between hers as we lay on our sides, her back to my chest.
“This feels surreal.” I was struggling how to explain it. “Is it worth a repeat?”
She laughed, the movement not doing anything to help my cock recover.
“Definitely. I know what you mean by surreal. It feels really normal being here, having just done – that.” She pushed her backside against my cock. “And I can’t believe we’re actually here and have done that. Sixteen-year-old me would never have believed it.”
“Sixteen-year-old you wouldn’t have known what that was.”
“Believe me, she had a good idea. She had no idea she could have three orgasms in such close succession though.”
“I can make it four.” My hand had already slipped between her legs, the dampness from both of us still there.
I found her clit and rubbed circular movements over it, a lazy easy orgasm that led into her climbing over me, fucking me slowly while I lay there, powerless and completely given over to her.
That was what made it harder. I knew I’d fallen in love with her, even if I wasn’t already, so when I woke up the following morning and she wasn’t there, the bed felt emptier than when I’d ever spent the night alone.