Chapter Eighteen
Billie
Carter has been quieter than normal ever since the dinner we had at Jake and Maya’s a few days ago. He’s still the same caring, thoughtful individual, but he’s been a little more withdrawn. He’s also been spending a lot more time working in the workshop, so I’ve barely seen him over the last three evenings, and when I do he’s so tired he gives me a peck on the lips before heading off to bed. For a moment, I thought that he might have regretted what we did while we were camping, but he was so happy that I can’t believe that’s it. I was happy too. How can you not be after a fantastic orgasm with someone you care about? Now, though, Carter’s distance has me climbing the walls, but fortunately, I still have my wily ways about me and came up with a way to fix it. At least, I hope it will fix it.
While Carter has been occupied in his workshop with orders and whatever else he’s been working on to avoid me, I’ve been busy making plans for the perfect date for the two of us, and by date I mean sex. Carter is so selfless and caring that I want to be that for him too, and while I could make us dinner or take us out to a fancy restaurant, I think this will be better. During the few hours that Maya has been at the shop so far this week, I’ve gone out shopping as both therapy and as a means to get things ready for the big night tonight. A few candles from the shop downstairs, a discreet purchase from the local pharmacy, and a trip to the local lingerie store means everything is ready to go. Now all I need is the man himself to come upstairs.
If left to his own devices, I am sure that Carter would spend another late night in his workshop, but I can’t let that happen. Grabbing my phone from the bathroom counter, I fire off a text asking him to come home. No excuse will be needed because I know that if I ask something of him, he’ll do it. Not in a blindly obedient way, but in an “I care about you and want you to be happy” way. Instead of examining the floaty feeling I get in my chest when I consider that, I give myself one last once over in the mirror.
My hair is down and curled into chunky waves, but I ditched any attempt to do make-up, knowing that I will be sweating it all off anyway. Or at least, I hope I will. With one final adjustment to the dark pink, mesh bustier, I stride over to the door to wait for my man. My feet stumble as the thought crosses my mind. My man? It sure feels an awful lot like Carter belongs to me, but maybe that’s because I want to belong to him. This was supposed to just be an exercise in boosting his confidence, and maybe it still is for him, but it’s definitely become a lot more than that to me.
Before I can ponder that any further, I hear footsteps on the landing and the knob jiggle as it starts to turn. Arranging myself as sexily as possibly while trying to not look like I’m trying too hard, I rest a hand on my hip while the other plays at the swell of my breasts, wanting his attention there even though the lingerie I am in puts just about everything on display.
When Carter strides in and sees me, his steps halt and his jaw literally drops open. His eyes move up and down my body like a caress that is causing me to shiver before he’s even had a chance to touch me. As I continue to run my finger over the tops of my breasts and along my collarbone, I walk over to him, my bare feet padding on the hardwood. I thought about wearing heels, but that would be just one more thing to take off and I want to get down to business as soon as possible. He was so happy after we had sex the other day and I want him to be happy again, but more than that, I want to show him how much he’s come to mean to me. I’m not ready to say it with words just yet, so this is what I have to use for now.
“What’s this all about?” he asks. His voice is raspy, and one look down at the growing bulge in his jeans lets me know it’s from lust, and when I gaze up into his eyes, the fire I see burning behind the forest green confirms it.
When I’m right in front of him, I push him against the door, closing it and flicking the lock. Nothing is going to interrupt us tonight. No nephews or surprise visits from family, no overtime at the job. Nothing. Sliding my hands up and down the thin material of his work tee, I stop and rub at his nipples for a moment before heading south to cup his bulge, pressing down on the hardness. When he hisses through his teeth and bucks into my hand, I know I’ve got him right where I want him, aching for me. “This is about you working too hard,” I explain. My hand squeezes him through his jeans, eliciting another deeper groan from his throat. “I missed you.” The confession is followed up with more stroking.
Carter’s head has dropped back against the door and his eyes are closed, but he reaches over to me and cups my face, stroking the skin of my cheek with his thumb. When his eyes open again, I see a lot more than need and desire. I’m pretty sure I see love, and while it feels scary, it also feels so wonderful that I can’t stop myself from continuing. Emotions can be examined later. Right now, I want to make him feel good. “I missed you too,” he breathes out.
Drawing me closer to him, he lowers himself to me and plants a kiss on my lips. It’s not slow and languid like I thought it might be after seeing all of that affection in his gaze. Instead it is hard and desperate, like he’s not sure if he’ll get more opportunities like this in the future. He will, he just doesn’t know it yet. I want him to know it, want Carter to feel assured that I will always be here for him like he’s been here for me ever since I arrived. He was there for me before that too. His smiling face on social media was the little bit of levity I needed when I was missing my friend and working a job I didn’t love. But can I really give him that when I’m not sure what I’m doing yet? I may not be able to give him the words or a solid sense of the future, but I can give him this.
Pressing my hands against his chest, I break our kiss. My hands reach down and start to undo the buckle of his belt, the clinking sound and our ragged breaths the only things that can be heard in the apartment. As I slowly unzip his pants, I arch a brow at him. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”
Carter’s head moves side to side slowly, his mouth quirking to one side. “I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more in my entire life.” The words weaken my knees, but I manage to stay standing as I reach into his pants and grab ahold of him. I knew he went commando, but having such easy access to him is still just as thrilling as if it had been a pleasant surprise. My hand continues to stroke him as his hands begin to explore my breasts. His thumbs tease at my nipples while my hand works him harder. Squeezing my legs together to relieve the pressure, I reach my free hand up and drag his mouth back to mine. Our lips collide seconds before his tongue darts out and I suck it into my mouth.
I work his tongue like I work his cock, faster and harder until he’s so stiff and swollen in my hand that I know he’s going to come any second. “Okay, Viking,” I whisper in his ear. “Come for me.”
With a grunt, Carter spills over my hand, a little getting on his pants, but from the look of absolute euphoria on his face, he doesn’t care at all. I bring my hand to my lips to taste him, loving the salty sweet flavor as it travels over my tongue. Carter watches me, his eyes darkening as I lick one finger clean and then the other. “God, you are amazing,” He reaches up and grabs the back of his shirt, swiftly pulling it off and using it to wipe the rest of my hand clean.
“I wasn’t done you know,” I remark as he tosses his soiled shirt to the side. He steps out of his jeans and shoes before kicking those away as well.
When he steps towards me, a smirk plays at his mouth. “Don’t worry. Plenty more where that came from.” Carter winks and leans down to scoop me up into his arms before striding over to his bedroom.
My head dips back and I chuckle at him. “That’s the kind of attitude I like to see, Viking.” Carter tosses me onto my bed, and I get my first full look of him completely naked. He is hard muscle and soft skin, and I love every inch of him. He comes to the bed and prowls over me, leaning down to kiss me briefly before he moves south. His kisses move over my chest and then he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth, mesh material and all, before working to the other side. He unbuttons my corset and tosses it away, leaning back down and dipping his head, moving from one breast to the other for what feels like forever until I am writhing beneath him. “Please,” I beg.
Carter chuckles, the warm air from his mouth skating over my wet nipple, making another part of me even wetter than it was before. “I’ll always give you what you ask for, Elskling .” After he said the word again the other day, I looked up the translation. It means darling , and when I’m with him, that’s what I feel like.
Cater kisses my belly lightly before hooking his thumbs into the straps of my thong and tugging. Lifting my hips to help him, I smile excitedly as he tosses them over his shoulder. Whatever caused this newfound confidence, I like the look of it. Or maybe I just like the look of him. Either way, I’m happy to see him realizing what an amazing person he is. My thoughts about him are disrupted slightly as he starts to skim his hands over the tops of my thighs, dipping his fingers around to cup my ass a little before he spreads my legs out and settles his shoulders between them.
He licks his lips, but hesitates. Glancing up at me, he looks sheepish for the first time all night. “I’m not sure exactly what I’m doing, but I’m going to do my best.”
“Have at it.” I wave a hand at my now bare pussy. “We here at The Billie Kochev Institute of Sexual Education are all about giving you as many opportunities as you need to learn your craft.”
Carter laughs, the air whooshing from his lungs and over my clit causing it to pulse. “Good to know.”
After that, any laughter between us dies as he slowly drags his tongue from my hole up to my small bundle of nerves, giving it extra special attention. For someone who has little experience, he’s a natural at eating me out, doing more of something when I moan with pleasure or less of something when I give a less than stellar response. He’s so attentive that that alone has me getting closer to climaxing, only I want to do it with him inside me.
Reaching over to his nightstand, I dip a hand inside and grab one of the few boxes of condoms I purchased yesterday. Cupping his cheek, I pull his gaze up to mine as he’s mid lick, loving the feel of his skin against my hand. “Want you inside me now.”
He nods shakily, but after tossing the box of condoms to him, his expression goes from hesitation to confusion. “I know for a fact I didn’t have these in my nightstand.” Still, he grabs a condom, tears the foil and slides one on expertly.
“I wanted to be prepared, so I bought some and put them in every room in the apartment. I had no idea where we would end up having sex, so I wanted to be ready for any eventuality.”
Carter smiles wickedly as he lines himself up to my center. “You know what that means,” he says, sliding in an inch. “We have to do it wherever we find a box.”
Nodding as he glides in further, the stretch feeling so good that I groan audibly, I grab his neck and bring his forehead down to mine. “Sounds like a plan.”
Carter pushes the rest of the way in, grunting when he finally bottoms out. “You feel so good,” he breathes out. Slowly, he drags his cock back out, inch by glorious inch, before slamming it back in again. I lean up and kiss him, loving the taste of cinnamon that always seems to be there, like it’s inherent to him. Carter’s tongue drives into my mouth as his cock drives into my body. He started slow, but some of the desperation from earlier is back and he’s pounding away at me like a man possessed. It feels amazing, and I never want him to stop.
“So good,” I agree, my hips meeting him thrust for thrust. My hands rake down his back so that I can cup his ass, helping him push into me even harder than before. I can feel my muscles start to tighten, the telltale sign that my release is near. As if he can sense it, he grabs one of my legs, throwing it over his shoulder so that he can get even deeper without me having to say a thing. After two more pumps of his hips, every muscle in my body coils tightly before springing loose in the most wonderful feeling of ecstasy. Lightning strikes appear behind my eyelids and I shout his name, but he doesn’t stop. Carter keeps going until he’s wrung at least two more orgasms from me, finally going over the precipice himself and spilling into the condom as he kisses me on the lips.
After what could be seconds or hours, my mind finally comes back online in time to see Carter tying off the condom and tossing it in the wastebasket near the bed. He rolls over and pulls my back against his chest, draping his arm over me and humming contentedly. “Will you stay with me?”
My throat is thick with unspoken needs, like the need for him to mean more than just tonight. “Uh huh,” I manage to get out. Settling into the cradle of his arms, I try to relax and enjoy the moment, not knowing whether or not I will get many more like it again.