“Dammit, Carter; just fucking kiss me, please!” She almost shouted, and tried to buck him off her, but he didn’t budge.
He laughed as he leaned forward, his hard length pressed into her tummy even more, to place a lingering kiss on her lips, pulling away when she opened her mouth to allow him deeper access. “I was just waiting on the please,” he chuckled. He hauled in a breath when she pulled his bottom lip between hers and sucked hard. “Rochelle, you said slow, and so help me,” he threatened breathlessly, when he managed to pull back a bit, ensuring that his lips were out of reach to hers.
His fingers tightened around her fingers that lay above her head, when her eyes darkened some more.
“Then kiss me,” she begged. Carter placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before complying. He smiled when she gasped, as he ran his tongue over her bottom lip. As soon as he could, he delved into the entrance the reaction created. She arched into him and he grunted- the sound vibrating between them.
He screwed his eyes shut when she opened her mouth wider in order to deepen the kiss. Carter tightened the grip on their interlocked hands once more, when her tongue brushed his. In a heartbeat, he had her pressed so deeply in the mattress that he swore they would leave a permanent indentation.
Releasing her fingers, he dug his hands into her mellifluous tresses, and slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her as if it was his only life line.
Rochelle arched beneath him, scouring her nails over his back. “Oh gosh, Carter, forget about slow; I need...”
Carter captured her tongue, cutting off her plea that nearly broke him, before she undid his resolve. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her hands from around him, tucking them into her sides, which caused her breasts to thrust against his chest, and he almost caved.
With a groan, he slowly eased his lips off hers, placing a small kiss to the side of her now thoroughly kissed and slightly swollen lips, his new growth leaving its own marks on her delicate skin. Easing back some more, he ran tiny kisses down the column of her throat, and onto her shoulder blade.
Releasing her biceps, he ran his hands over her ribcage to cup her lush twins; she jerked in response. With biting accuracy, he teased her budding buds into granite pebbles with his fingers. In one swoop, his lips replaced one hand. “Oh, fuck!” She gasped, her left hand impulsively reaching up to entangle its fingers into his hair in an almost brutal grip. Her grip tightened slightly, when he scraped his teeth over the tip of it, before biting playfully. The pleasure-pain effect almost had her pussy squirting all over his sheets.
Deftly, he turned his attention to the other twin, allowing his right hand to roam. Gently and effortlessly, he ran smooth successive strokes down her abdomen. A smile played with his lips when the muscles beneath his fingers, spasm. Leaving his lips and one hand to play with her breasts, he allowed his free hand to hunt for treasure.
Her legs opened instinctively, her breathing catching in anticipation when his finger dipped into her belly button and took a leisurely spin.
She moaned her discomfort when with a chuckle, he bypassed her ‘V’ of riotous dark curls, to run a path down her evenly colored, caramel thigh.
After running two rewarding circles around both nipples with his tongue, he followed the trail that his long fingers had left behind. Once more, her abdominal muscles quivered like a just released arrow when his expert lips brushed them. Her legs parted wider as his strokes began to shorten and get closer to where she needed them to be.
She sucked in a breath when his tongue dipped into her navel button, the same time his fingers stroked the mound where her tightest curls laid intertwined with each other. She squirmed beneath him when his fingers stroked lower, deliberately brushing against her pearl, before running over her labia.
“Augh!” She cried out, when he slipped a finger between them to run it over her entrance.
“Bingo,” he murmured, with a smile, against her tummy. Easing back a bit, he stroked the same spot, and watched her rise off the bed, her spinal column bowed. “My, my, my; so wet, cara,” he murmured appreciatively, as he raised his hand, testing the finger with this thumb as if to gauge its degree of wetness. With a smile, as if satisfied with his find, he returned his fingers to their prize, and his lips to her navel.
Her legs widened some more as his fingers drew lazy circles around her entrance, his tongue mimicking the action with a vengeance at her navel.
“Carter,” she pleaded, her lips parting, as she struggled to catch a breath.
“Patience, sweetheart,” he murmured, before dipping his tongue into her navel the same time he slipped two fingers inside her. “Oh no, no, no, you don’t,” he chuckled, when she rotated her hips against his hand, as if to begin a rhythm.
Withdrawing his fingers, he ran them over her pearl, moistening it. Deftly, he rolled it between his thumb and index fingers the same way he was doing her nipple, and she screamed, clawing at his hand as if to remove it.
“Oh, Carter,” she gasped, as she circled her fingers around his wrist.
“What do we have here?” He questioned, as he tightened his grip and her nails dug into his skin. Abruptly, he released it when he felt her body spasm, and reached up to reclaim her nipple the same time that his fingers returned to her labia.
“I can’t take any more,” she moaned, as he bypassed her entrance once more as he suckled her breast. She moved her fingers from his wrist to his hand, in an attempt to force him to do what she wanted to be done, but he held firm, his lips leaving her chest plate to reclaim her neck. “Oh gosh, please, Carter, I can’t—”
Her words were cut off with a cry, as his fingers slammed into her and picked up a furious rhythm.
“There’s so much more that you can take; so much more,” he grunted, as her body shook. With a flick of his wrist, he slammed against her g-spot and positioned the heel of his palm against her clitoris. Her mouth was left opened in suspended animation, as her heels dug into the bed and her hips lifted off the mattress when he kept up his brutal pace.
Once more with precision on her contorted frame, he started his downward trend, but only pausing briefly to bite each nipple into pleasure-pain submission, his hand never faltering.
“Too bad it’s not yet time to come,” he stated, withdrawing his hand when he felt her muscles spasm around his fingers. Her cry of disappointment was swiftly replaced with a shocked sound, when she felt his breath against her there.
“Carter, no,” she murmured, her hands reaching down to cup his head, fingers intertwining into his dark hair in an attempt to prevent him from going any closer.
Carter looked up at her through thick, black lashes, and saw the half fear, half excitement in her hazel eyes. A smile teased his lips, and he blew against her, precisely where her pearl had lain nestled. He watched as her head lulled back, her eyes closing as her lips parted once more. With that, he claimed the opportunity to place a small kiss on her clitoris, before gently pulling it between his lips.
From the previous expression on her face, he knew that this was the first time that anyone had ever bypassed her navel with their mouth. He smiled before scraping his teeth over the tiny muscle. Her fingers flexed experimentally in his hair. He had so much to teach her. He ran his lips over her labia, and her fingers tightened a bit more. “Carter, no,” she muttered breathlessly.
Rochelle’s mouth widened as his tongue replaced his lips to dip between her labia. A moan ripped from her throat when he stiffened his tongue and eased it slightly in her before drawing a few circles. With the help of his fingers, he teased her to a height so far beyond the last that instead of trying to push him away, she tried to pull him closer, starting a rhythm of her own with her hips. She dug her nails gently into his skull, as the pressure built below her abdomen.
She bit her bottom lip and gasped, as her nipples tightened almost unbearably, along with her spasmodic muscles down south. She arched off the bed as his tongue sank deeply into her. Reaching up, she cupped one breast, as if to ease th
e strain within from within as her nipples tightened some more and they became heavy. Rochelle could feel her climax coming close, as one hand tightened around her breast, and the other in his hair did the same, as he kept up a steady rhythm.
She cried out in protest when he eased back to move over her. Her complaint was quickly severed when he claimed her mouth. Weirdly, instead of turning her off, the taste of her saltiness, and his natural flavor, had her arching into him the same time he replaced his lips with his fingers between her legs. Both of her hands found the broad expanse of his back, digging in her nails. “Carter, please,” she begged, grinding her hips into his hand.
“Please, what Rochelle?” He murmured against her lips, as he increased the pace of his fingers, and her nails dug deeper.
“Oh, fuck, please; I need you, please,” she gasped, as small quakes rocked her body successively. “Please!”
In one smooth movement, he lined himself up and slammed into her as far as he could go, while covering her mouth to swallow her cry. Easing back, he pulled her left leg over his right shoulder, before smashing into her once more.
One of her hands slid to his backside, pulling him deeper, as the need to be filled expanded from the lust coursing through her veins. With each delicious stretch, she tried to claim a few more centimeters of him. In response, he eased back and thrust deeper than before, causing her to arch off the bed with a cry of utter joy.
“Is that what you wanted?” He demanded, between clenched teeth, as her vaginal muscles tightened around his pulsing length. “Or is it this?” He questioned, as he tried to cram all of his thick length into her, her body rocking with spasms.
Carter tightened his grip on her thigh, as her knee met her chest with every stroke, and his scrotum tightened unbearably. “Fuck!” The word spilled from his lips before he could contain it, when she wrapped her other leg tightly around his waist, her heel digging into his backside, forcing him deeper than he could handle at this stage of his arousal.
“Carter, please,” she begged, when he paused, as if to regain some control. “Just please, ah, for the love of—!”
Rochelle’s name spilled from his lips as he slammed home for the last time moments later, before sprawling on top of her. “Slow enough for you?” He questioned breathlessly, sweat rolling down the straight bridge of his nose.
Rochelle smiled shakily, and reached out a shaking hand to wipe the sweat off the tip of his nose. “Just perfect.”
Chapter Six
“I’m hoping that if I tell myself not to fall in love, something inside me will understand.”
—Unknown
HOURS LATER, CARTER STIRRED as sunlight poured into the room through the space in between the curtains, illuminating the room. Easing onto his elbow, he watched her angelic face as she slept peacefully, an innocent look on her face; she was such a beauty.
Her heart shaped face was framed by thick, chestnut curls, that were freely splayed across the golden silk of his pillowcase. Her very expressive eyebrows laid relaxed in sleep, plucked within an inch of their lives to perfection. Lids with long lashes, that fanned her cheeks, hid her sharp, hazel eyes from his scrutiny. Delicate cheekbones stood on each side of her almost straight nose, and he touched a finger to its bridge with a smile.
Even her nose spoke of her personality; she was no straight read. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply, as if to pull his scent in, before sighing contentedly, and her lips curled slightly as she resettled. The smile drew his attention to her beautifully sculpted mouth. Her top lip was such a perfect bow above her plump lower lip, that he marveled at it. A grin pulled his lips apart as he remembered how easily he had devoid hers of the soft-peach lip-gloss that had covered the pair the night before.
Swallowing a groan, he also remembered how skillfully she had used them to reciprocate his efforts downtown. Reaching out, he traced her bottom lip and she sighed once more, her smile widening, causing a dimple to appear in her left cheek. Whatever she was dreaming about sure held her captive and contented, he mentally acknowledged. He grinned, for he had no doubt about what she was really dreaming about. Moving from her lips, he drew a straight line to her strong chin that complimented her beautiful face.
His assessing green eyes raked over her face, and he wondered if he could ever let her go if he must; somehow, in his gut, he felt that he wouldn’t be able to.
She muttered something incoherent when he moved his fingers from her chin to brush back loose strands of hair that covered her tiny right ear. Gently, he caressed the slender column of her neck and she moaned in her sleep. Carter’s eyes flicked up to see if he had awakened her, but realized that she was still deeply asleep; however, her cheeks were flushed and her lips were slightly parted.
There was no way he could blame her countenance on heat in the room, because currently it was slightly chilly. He smiled knowingly, for even in sleep, her body responded ungrudgingly to him as if he was its master, such a beautiful masterpiece.
She sighed contentedly once more and turned onto her back, causing the silky sheet to slide from her shoulder and to just below her breasts; those too had formed pebbles at his light, facial caress.
With a grave smile, he closed his eyes, then gave a defeated sigh. It would be hard to protect her if he made their relationship public. He sighed and closed his eyes once more; they didn’t even have a relationship yet, and he was already fretting over her.
Moving his hand lower, he stroked her slight shoulder as he remembered the agony of first seeing her and mentally undressing her the previous night.
The straps of the body hugging, deep purple gown, had run down her shoulder to gently stroke the tops of her breasts, its bodice slightly ruched. The ‘V’ of the neckline had given only a brief, provocative glimpse of what size cups were hidden a bit lower. The glistening, gold broderie anglaise seemed to kiss her tiny waist, before dropping an arm full of glossy, floor length silk that hugged her broad hips, skimmed her endless legs, and breathed a sigh of relief as it ruffled the ground’s hair with its helm. Two dancing splits played peek-a-boo with the human eye when they shyly parted to leave one pondering if that glimpse had been another slice of material or skin. Suede, gold-studded, purple pumps, hid beneath the hem line, only peeking out and daring to touch the world when she moved what seemed like endless legs.
He had thought that the front of the dress had been provoking before he had caught sight of the back when she had taken a seat at the bar. The back had met the front at the shoulders where two gold clips seemed to hold the thin material together- any thinner and it would have been diaphanous.
Three diamonds were successively joined by gold wires, connected to each shoulder clip, and hung seemingly to caress her forearms. The back had a plunging V cut that brushed the base of her spine at the start of the swell of her ample bottom. The cut gave a succinct view of the two dimples guarding each side of her spinal column above black ink that was almost totally hidden by the dress. The floor length skirt had to climb and slide over a neat mound, before falling daintily into a faint, almost to the floor, no doubt saved by the killer, gold heels of the purple pumps.
Beautiful and priceless accessories had accentuated the breath-taking beauty of her body in the dress; rather, it was her, that had accentuated them.
A three-ringed, drop earring hung snuggly from each lobe, as if they didn’t have an almost six feet drop from their lofty heights. A pair of white diamonds sandwiched each purple stone in a gold setting at each ring joining, twinkled beneath the ceiling’s lighting. A simple gold Rolex had encircled her left wrist, whilst a bracelet matching her earrings, held captive the next in the shapes of butterflies.
For a second, he’d wondered what it would’ve been like to have her tied to his bedpost for hours on end, but his eyes had kept on roving without her consent.
The only thing that had seemed somewhat out of place, had been the cheap, simple, ersatz gold chain, showcasing a little gold cross around her neck; a symbol of her fait
h perhaps? He’d wondered.
Now, his eyes continued to take her in, awed on her behalf at every turn. She’d walked with so much aplomb as he had watched her from across the room in the cinema that he had instantly imagined her as a queen: his queen. The fact that she was a highly paid chaperon had not deterred him even briefly; whatever Carter wanted, he always got, and looking back now, he was so glad that he hadn’t changed his mind.
It had been such a joy to strip her out of the dress, leaving her in her ‘fuck me’ pumps, accessories, and barely there, purple, lace thong. Those hadn’t been too hard to dispense of, but somehow, seeing her bent over the footstool, to put down her purse on the little table in her thong and heels, had had him grabbing her, and taking her, as she’d braced her palms on the very same footstool. The thong had been discarded later, but the heels had been kept a bit longer, running dangerously long paths through his wild curls, as he drove them to hell and back before breeching the pearly gates of heaven with her ankles around his neck.
Well worth the wait and Intel, he thought hotly.
Carter smiled before leaning forward and placing a small kiss on her shoulder, causing her to groan in her sleep. Easing back, he pulled himself up, gently, into a sitting position. Lifting the spread, he flipped it towards her side, and swung his feet to the carpeted floor.
“Carter?” She mumbled, in her sleep, throwing her hand out to his side as if searching for him, inadvertently flinging off the sheet and exposing her body to her groin.
The pleased smile froze on his lips, as his eyes feasted on her body; his eyes this time didn’t blaze with lust, but froze with an icy chill, that drew Rochelle forcefully out of her deep slumber.
“Carter, what’s wrong?” She instantly questioned, as she assessed his hard expression.
“Who is he?” His voice rang with such chilling clarity and venom, that she swiftly pushed up and onto her elbows. She gasped when he pushed her between her shoulder blades, causing her to land unceremoniously onto the pillow. “Don’t you dare move; who the hell is he?”
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