Chapter 22
Carter
The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on is in my bed, underneath me, my already hard cock resting on the softest skin I’ve ever felt. How the fuck did this happen? I’m just a nobody from nowhere, a songwriter who got lucky on one tune a little over three years ago, and the woman in my bed is a fucking MD and PhD.
Sure, I have a great vocabulary. That comes with the territory of reading everything I could get my hands on over the last thirty years — including damn cereal boxes and shampoo bottles. If there were words on it, I read it. But sounding like I know what I’m talking about is different from actually knowing.
She’s soft and pliant beneath me in a way that makes me want to protect her against the world, but she made it clear that’s not what she wants. So, I’ll do what she asks. I’ll give her everything I have — within reason.
One hand rests on the pillow beside her head, and the other wraps around her hip, squeezing. She’s petite, but she’s not slight. She’s barely five feet tall, but she’s like the back roads up near Chattanooga that I love to drive on my motorcycle on cool fall days. Just the right amount of curves.
She breathes shallowly and quickly, anticipating what I’ll do next. I vow here and now to keep her on her toes as much as I possibly can. I bend my head like I’m going to kiss her mouth but drop kisses on her nose and eyelids instead. There are no rules that say I can’t be sweet before I ravish her.
My lips course over her skin, dipping into the hollows and licking the peaks of her neck and shoulders. Quiet moans and whimpers squeak out from her, and I smile at the way I affect her. It’s an ego-boost, there’s no doubt.
When my mouth closes around a hard nipple, her hips and shoulders dig into the bed as her back arches, pushing the peak further into my mouth. Fuck, the woman’s skin tastes so damn good. I know I’m gonna thoroughly enjoy my mouth on her pussy again.
I show the other breast the same attention for a few seconds before I kiss straight down the middle of her belly. I drag my tongue along her hip bone and down over the thatch of hair guarding the treasure I want the most.
“I’m really going to enjoy this…again,” I whisper over her skin. She has no verbal response, just a series of moans and her fingers digging into my hair. Without further preamble, I push her thighs apart and set my mouth on her for the second time tonight, feasting like a starving man. I groan at the softness of her pussy and the honeyed taste coating my tongue.
“Oh my god!” she cries out at the contact.
“I feel the same fucking way, woman.” Diving back in, I lick and lap at her, making sure I give her the attention she deserves. I use my tongue on her opening and strum her clit with my thumb like I would my bass during a particularly rhythmic section.
Then I switch and suck the swollen bundle of nerves between my lips and my tongue and push my thumb into her dripping pussy. She’s so damn hot, it’s like finger fucking an oven. “Damn it, Amelie. I could lick this pussy for the rest of my life.”
“Yeah, I’m okay with that,” she murmurs with a pat to my shoulder.
The laugh that barrels out of me at her comment booms loudly. I’ve never laughed during sex, never felt connected enough with anyone to be that loose, that free. It feels really fucking good.
I lower my mouth back to her heat and keep a steady rhythm with my thumb, and before I know it, she goes off like a bottle rocket on the Fourth of July. The bursts and aftershocks come one after another until she has nothing left to give. Her hands move to her breasts on instinct, cupping them and squeezing her nipples between her fingers. She’s beautiful, and watching her come is a sight I’ll never forget.
I bring her down slowly, and her body relaxes into the mattress, almost deflating like a balloon. “You’re stunning. Breathtaking, even, when you come.”
Amelie opens her eyes and props up on one elbow, raking her free hand through her still-damp hair. The blush spreads over her neck and gorgeous tits again, almost like she’s embarrassed about the way her body responded.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I crawl up over her and nuzzle her neck, licking and nipping at her throat. “Let’s see if I can get a closer look.”
She gasps as I notch my dick against her wet heat and reach to the nightstand to grab a condom. Rolling it on in three seconds flat, I hook her knee into my elbow and kiss her. Whispering against her lips, I say, “I don’t mean to sound extremely cliche, but this might hurt a little bit at first.”
A low hum emanates from her as I push forward slowly. The gasp as she stretches around me is as sexy as the way her fingers push into my biceps. She’s completely consumed…by me, and I have no words for how goddamn lucky I am in this moment. It’ll be a miracle if I ever forget how she feels around me, and I’m not even completely inside.
She rocks against me, trying to pull even more of my length into her. “Carter. Please.”
“Please, what?”
“I need more.”
“More what?”
“Oh my God, Carter. You’re not going to hurt me.”
“You don’t know that,” I reply. There’s no way I’m going to be rough with her. No way I’ll just take her, no matter how badly I want to claim her in one hard thrust.
She grips my shoulders and pushes me back. I move immediately, making sure she has no reason to mistrust me. “What is it? Have you changed your mind?”
Shaking her head frantically, she says, “No! No, not at all. But I’m serious. You’re not going to hurt me.”
“You don’t know that, and I’m not chancing it.”
“Carter, I’ve been riding horses for nearly twenty years and running long distances and marathons since high school. The likelihood that I have anything to ‘tear’ is very low.”
Shocked into silence, I hover over her, staring down into her face. “You’re telling me that I won’t hurt you?”
She nods. “It’s very unlikely.”
“You’re telling me you want more.” I know it sounds more like a question than a reiteration of what she said, but I’m hanging on to a very tenuous thread of self-control. I need to be absolutely, positively sure.
“Carter, I don’t make it a habit to use profane language. Not because I think it’s bad or dirty, but because it’s just not a part of my vernacular. But I’m telling you, right now, that if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to lose?—”
I don’t even give her the chance to finish that statement before I cant my hips forward, thrusting my cock in to the hilt.
My arms give out, and I collapse on top of her for a split second.
Goddamn, this woman’s pussy is… I have no words.
“Holy fucking shit,” I moan against the pillow beside her head.
“You can absolutely say that again,” she says, laughing.
“Don’t move. Holy shit, don’t move. This will be over far quicker than I’d like if you don’t be still.”
She laughs again, and the contractions of her muscles squeeze her already strangle-tight pussy harder around my length.
“Fuck, Amelie.” If my orgasm has to happen before I want it to, I’m at least going to get a few strokes in before I embarrass myself.
Resting on my elbows, I pull out until only the tip remains and sink back in until our hips meet again. One more long, hard thrust, and then I rise to my knees and pull her thighs up to rest on mine.
“Hang on,” I say with a little less care than usual. The woman wrecks my gentlemanly nature. Her eyes widen slightly, and I grin down at her. I force myself to take a deep breath and start slower than I’d like, ramping up the tempo and intensity as I go, and I surprise myself with how I haven’t erupted inside of her yet.
I was right earlier. Her pussy is like a damn oven, and the heat and wet and the vise-like grip she has on my cock is a motherfucking dream.
“Damn it, damn it, god damn it, woman. You feel so fucking good.”
I look down at her, and she’s a sight I want emblazoned on the walls of my brain for all time. Her hands are in her hair, her eyes glassy and half-lidded, and her mouth — that slick, wet mouth that’s nearly as mind-melting as her pussy — hangs open, emitting some of the most ridiculously sexy sounds I’ve ever heard.
“Carter,” she moans as she fists her hands in the hair at her temples. “I think I’m gonna come again.”
Oh, fuck yes, I can hang on long enough to give this woman another orgasm. Especially one around my cock.
“Yes, cari?a. Come for me. Please let me feel you around me.”
Pinching one nipple between my fingers and her clit with my other hand, I work her body into a frenzy. Thirty seconds later, the flutters of her walls ripple around my dick, and before I can say a word, she wraps a hand around my wrist and throws her head back, crying out as her pussy sucks and milks my cock like a fucking champ.
Completely out of control, I follow her right over the cliff before the orgasm barrels down my spine. It comes completely out of nowhere and rocks me so hard, I fall forward on her as I thrust one last time into her.
Both of us breathe deeply, our bodies heaving and sucking in oxygen like we’re drowning. I can’t move, but I know I’m crushing her. Forcing my hands to push me up, I try to move, but she wraps her legs around me and hangs on for dear life.
“Not yet. Just one more minute.”
“Are you sure? I know I’m heavy.”
“You are, but the weight is actually helping. If you move, I might come apart at the seams. You’re the only thing holding me together right now.”
Her words roll over me and soothe the jagged places that have heard how difficult I am all my life. They race over my heart and brain and feelings and synapses and fill in the holes where other women had taken chunks out of me by telling me I’m too needy and clingy. Men aren’t supposed to be the ones that can’t get enough, so I was strange to them. Odd. Weird.
But Amelie doesn’t think I’m too much or weird or clingy. She wraps around me like a spider monkey, and refuses to let me move.
It’s nice. Really fucking nice.
The second time I try to move, she lets me up, and I kiss her forehead, her nose, and her lips before moving to my feet. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to,” she says, chuckling.
I walk to the bathroom and chuck the condom. Leaning against the sink, I blow out a long breath and look at myself long and hard in the mirror. “Holy shit, Ortiz.”
Turning on the sink, I soak a washcloth in warm water and wring it nearly dry.
When I return to the bedroom, I find her curled in a ball in the middle of my bed. The male pride in me revels in the fact that I’ve worn her out entirely. The realist in me knows she wore me out just as much. I roll her to her back, not happy I have to disturb her, but I want to make sure I take care of her. In all the ways.
Her eyes flutter open as I gently wipe away anything left of us on her thighs and between her legs.
“Who are you?”
“Damn, cari?a… was it that good?”
She chuckles as she makes room for me beside her and settles against my chest, one knee resting on my left thigh. “It really, really was. But I remember your name… Carter.”
“Guess I’ll have to do it better next time,” I say with a smirk.
“Next time… yeah.”
I switch off the light and crawl into bed beside her, curling around her and pulling her close.
She rouses slightly, but I shush against her ear. “Sleep.”
“Mmm” is her only response.
The next morning, I have rehearsal at nine, and she woke me up twice more in the night for rounds two and three. She needs the rest, and I want her in my house when I get back.
Showering and dressing in the guest bathroom, I scrawl a quick note on a napkin from my junk drawer and leave it by the coffee pot.
Amelie,
Words fail me on how beautiful, delicious, and enjoyable you were last night…
I think you should be in charge again tonight…
You are exquisite.
I’ll be home just after noon.
Wait for me?
If you can’t, please tell me I can see you again.
I like you. A lot. Just in case I failed to let you in on that little secret last night.
All three times.
Oh, and one more thing.
That wasn’t my chair after all.
Carter