Chapter 41 #2
Carrie let out a soft, defeated huff that turned into a reluctant smile. She reached out, her hand still trembling slightly as she tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "I suspect," she murmured, her gaze hardening slightly, "that you are only trying to butter me up for today.”
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her palm as her hand slid down my cheek. “Maybe just a little.”
I let my hand glide down the emerald silk of her gown, tracing the curve of her hip. "Is it working?"
She narrowed her eyes and let out a soft, mock scoff. "You are already getting your way today, princess. There is absolutely no need to bribe me."
"I’ll be honest," I murmured, leaning in to press a trail of soft, lingering kisses across her collarbone and the swell of her chest. "I couldn't have told you what day it was when I woke up.
I was far too distracted by the utterly beautiful, devastatingly breathtaking woman sleeping next to me. I simply couldn't help myself."
I bit back a smirk when I saw a fresh flush of pink creep across her chest at my words. Even after all this time, I still revelled in the way I could make her blush.
She hummed, her fingers threading through my hair as she tried—and failed—to maintain her usual stoic mask. "I don't believe you for a second," she whispered, though the way she arched toward me said otherwise.
I chuckled, suddenly hooking my arms around her waist and pulling her firmly on top of me.
Carrie let out a sharp gasp, her hands flying to my shoulders to steady herself.
She tried to maintain that narrow-eyed, professor-like composure, but it was hard to look intimidating when you were flushed and breathless in a silk nightgown.
I trailed my hands down the length of her back, my smirk widening. "I know that no matter what, Mommy is taking me to get a puppy today."
Carrie stiffened for a heartbeat, her pupils dilating at the name. She scoffed, trying to regain her footing. "I won’t be doing anything of the sort if you continue to act like a brat, Alexandria. Only good girls get puppies."
I gave her a slow, innocent smile that I knew she didn't believe for a second. "Well, it’s a good thing I’m being very good, then. Like I said—no bribes. I just wanted to make you feel good."
As I spoke, I let my hand glide down, slipping between her thighs. She hitched a breath, her knees framing my hips as I found that lingering heat again.
"You came so quickly the second you woke up," I murmured, my voice dropping to a low, suggestive hum. "You must still feel so... worked up. It would be a shame to leave you like this, wouldn't it?"
Carrie dropped her head forward, her forehead resting against mine as she let out a long, defeated exhale. "You are pushing your luck," she whispered, her grip on my shoulders tightening as she stopped fighting and started leaning into my touch.
I fucking loved this. It was like I’d caught her in the perfect window—she still owned me, but she was giving me the lead in this moment, and I thrived when she let me take it. I didn't want to tease her; I wanted her to have exactly what she needed.
I shifted my hands to her hips, trailing kisses from her cheek down to the curve of her neck.
As she dropped her head onto my shoulder, I slid her knickers down.
I didn't bother taking them off fully; I didn't want her moving an inch.
I liked it like this—like we were both too fucking desperate to waste time on something as mundane as undressing.
She rewarded my urgency with a soft whimper in my ear that set me on fire.
Keeping a firm grip on one hip, my other hand began to explore, my fingers brushing through her folds and coating themselves in her heat.
I groaned happily; I could have spent the entire fucking day like this.
Carrie buried her face deeper into the crook of my neck, her body beginning to move involuntarily, seeking more.
I gladly gave it to her. Two fingers slid in with effortless ease—she felt like fucking heaven. Wet, warm, and already tightening as she found her own rhythm, grinding down onto my hand while her breathing turned heavy and jagged against my ear.
I was getting fucking soaked myself. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as I matched her pace, hooking my fingers to hit that perfect spot. The movement earned me a sharp puff of air against my skin as her grip on my shoulders turned bruising. God, I loved her like this.
"You have no idea how good you feel," I moaned, upping the tempo. My fingers slid in and out of her as if I was building toward my own peak. Her body tensed at my words, so I kept fucking using them. "I've wanted you to ride my fingers for so long, Mommy."
Her hips practically buckled, and she let out a low, guttural moan. I was so fucking turned on my voice was starting to break. I turned my head to whisper directly into her ear, "I love how you use me. Grinding on my fingers just to get exactly what you need."
"Fuck, Alex," she whimpered, and Jesus...
hearing her swear like that while she whined and rode my hand was making me ruin my own knickers.
My nipples were so fucking sensitive, pressed hard against her as she thrust against me.
I might actually have come like this, and she was not even fucking touching me.
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me; I was throbbing so hard it actually fucking hurt.
Carrie shivered and lifted her head from my neck, her pace against my hand slowing just a fraction.
She looked down at me, her eyes heavy-lidded and glazed in that spaced-out way that told me she was right on the edge.
She bit her lip, pushing herself up just enough to look me in the eye without losing our connection.
I could practically see her mind working, so I just let her take whatever she wanted, concentrating entirely on the rhythmic pump of my fingers inside her.
Then, she glided her thumb across my rock-hard nipple, and I whimpered—that was fucking mean.
She smirked, her dominance resurfacing even as she closed her eyes when I deepened my pace.
Her hands moved like lightning, bunching the hem of my nightgown up until it pooled under my chin.
Before I could even register what was fucking happening, she ground down deep on my fingers and leaned back in.
I matched her pace, gasping for air, but then the breath was knocked out of me completely as she took my nipple into her mouth.
No teasing, no fucking preamble—just firm suction and her tongue swiping over the peak.
“Fuck... shit—Carrie!” I gasped, my chest arching up to meet her. She began chasing her own release with a new fervour, clearly getting off on the fucking wrecked sounds I was making.
Between the slick of her wetness coating my hand, my own desperate moans, and the sensation of her mouth on me, it was sensory overload. I could feel her tightening around my fingers; my hand was starting to fucking cramp, but I pushed through, desperate to feel her break.
She started to lose her momentum as the orgasm finally crashed over her, but I was right there, driving my fingers in as hard as I could while she cried out. She moaned against my skin and then dived back onto my sensitive nipple, sucking so hard I let out a jagged scream.
Oh shit. I was fucking coming.
My hand flew from her hip, lacing into her hair as she jumped to my other nipple. She was sucking so hard it would probably leave a bruise, but I couldn’t have cared less as I cried out, my body tensing with a violent, white-hot climax while my fingers were still buried inside her.
I’d never come like this before. My body felt like it was fucking short-circuiting.
As I tried to make sense of the world again, Carrie pulled back. She pressed a soft, lingering kiss to each of my nipples before shivering as I slowly withdrew my fingers. She let out a long, happy sigh, lying down beside me and finally kicking her knickers off the edge of the bed.
I chuckled breathlessly, licking my soaked fingers. I fucking loved the taste of her. “Well... that was new.”
Carrie chuckled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder as she gently pulled my nightgown back down for me. I shook my head, sucking my fingers once more before turning to her. “I never knew a woman could be so damn hot that I’d come without her even... well, without her even really trying.”
Carrie smirked, one elegant shoulder shrugging. “I wouldn't say I didn't try, princess.”
I laughed, leaning into her side. “Yeah. Fair enough.”
Carrie reached out, cupping my cheek and pulling me into a slow, lingering kiss that tasted like salt and satisfaction.
"I love you," she whispered against my lips, her voice barely more than a breath.
The weight of it always hit me right in the chest, no matter how many times I heard it. I leaned into her palm, my heart swelling. "I love you too," I whispered back, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.
For a few seconds, we just lay there in the warm morning light, tangled together and enjoying the quiet. But then, the memory of our "mission" for the day bubbled back up, and I couldn't help the mischievous grin that spread across my face.
I propped myself up on my elbow, looking down at her. "Well," I said, my eyes dancing. "The rescue centre doesn't open for another couple of hours. I’d say we have just enough time for a very long, very thorough shower before we head out to find my puppy."
Carrie raised an eyebrow, a familiar, knowing glint returning to her gaze. "A long shower, hm? And I suppose you'll be needing help reaching your back?"
"And everywhere else," I confirmed, sliding off the bed and reaching out a hand to tug her with me. "Come on, Dr. Carter. We have to be clean if we're going to meet the newest member of the family."
Carrie let out a soft laugh, allowing me to lead her toward the bathroom. "You are quite the negotiator when you want to be. I suppose I can spare the time.”