The Carrero Heart_The Journey_Arrick and Sophie

by L. T. Marshall

  ‘I see you.’ I whisper back quietly, smiling at him encouragingly as I do so, my voice almost non-existent and he just gives me that beautiful sincere, stomach melting smile that melts every part of me.

  My beautiful, sweet boy.

  Pulling my face to him by the chin, he goes back to kissing me gently, slowly at first, easily moving into more intensity, fire spiking as he slowly slides over the top of me fully, slowly and deliberately and manoeuvres himself onto my body gently. He uses his knees and hands to cage me before coming down to nestle on me, watching my expression the whole time as though looking for any signs of change. I can feel his apprehension, sense his need to take care of me, over his need to have sex with me and kiss him gently.

  My hands come up to feel out that sculpted body, legs parting so he can get close and it feels completely different to have him against me nakedly like this, even though he has been here once before. Somehow being sober changes everything about this; I am more aware, it’s more intense, and now instead of feeling like he’s only on top of me to curb an urge, I really feel like he’s joined to me with a need to just love me and be close to me.

  His skin is hot and smooth, and he smells like he always does, a mix of body spray, familiar cologne and his smell. That in itself could seduce me effortlessly, he has no idea how much power he has over me with things that are seemingly nothing to anyone else. He breaks away and rubs his nose against mine, looking into my eyes seriously once more, second wave of doubts hitting him like a predictable typical Arry as his head tries to take over what his body really wants.

  ‘You sure you want this Sophie? We don’t need to. I don’t need this.’ He watches me carefully, eyes looking so dark in the shadows he is casting with the light behind him, but I can see every line of his face perfectly, that deep husky voice washing over me like hot liquid and I just feel completely relaxed with him.

  ‘I do…. I want you. Maybe you should turn your phone off though.’ I frown and look away, hating myself instantly that that tiny insecurity just came out like that. Feeling instantly pathetic and hating that I even just said it. That even despite everything I am feeling right now, that would just jump in between us to kill everything.

  Great way to start a fight and end this all again. You’re an idiot.

  ‘It’s off, since you text you were coming home, it’s been off. No interruptions…. It’s staying off all day baby.’ He nudges me with his nose and smiles, kissing me on the corner of the mouth in a bid to bring me back to him. I turn back and can’t help the small smile that breaks over my face, heart restored, insecurity pandered to and just us in a naked clinch, ready to finally take this further. I feel somehow lighter, knowing he even thought about that one tiny detail and he isn’t going to let her come between us this time, not today.

  I lean up and kiss him, meeting zero resistance and he follows my head back down to the bed with a kiss that sparks another instant fire inside of me, knowing exactly how to kiss me into complete submission now that he has figured out what works.

  I don’t ever want to lose this between us, lose the ability to have him kiss me this way. No one has ever made me feel the way he does with something so basic, so addictive and right. His kisses are my idea of heaven and I could do this all day, every day. He has no idea how much more he can affect me since we added kissing into the mix, gentle intimacy and caresses. He owns every part of me so effortlessly.

  His hands skim my body, gently feeling me out, barely grazing my skin with the gentlest of touches, igniting a fire across my skin that has me aching almost instantly. I let my own fingers trail his carved shoulders, feel out his muscles and his strong neck, angling my body to match his kiss and yet distracted by what his hands are doing to me.

  When his hand skims across my thighs and up the inside of my leg slowly, I arch impatiently, eager to get beyond this and just have him with me, move past the parts that always get interrupted and just be one. I wriggle into him, trying to urge him to go faster, be less gentle. He breaks the kiss to smile at me.

  ‘You know I can feel what you’re doing.’ He laughs softly and catches my lip between his, kissing me by softly sucking it sensually, erupting another bout of crazy strong urges to be doing it already.

  ‘Maybe you should just get on with it.’ I smile back, pushing my body to his impatiently.

  ‘Trust me…This will feel a lot better if you let me work you up to it. I need to make sure you’re ready. No cutting corners.’ He lowers his head and trails kisses down my throat, silencing me with the sheer pleasure it gives me. His hand finally making its way between my thighs and finding me willing to comply, silencing the protest I was forming about his needing to hurry up. His hand circles me, entices me to open my legs a little more and then has me squirming and arching my back with whatever it is he does down there that feels so divine.

  It feels like he’s circling, easing me open softly and probing gently. The sensations of what he is doing has me moaning and grinding into his hand impulsively, no shame or shyness; arching under his attentive touch and clawing at him desperately. My stomach tingling with the effort and my legs itching to curl up. I start panting as I feel the tip of his finger slide inside of me slowly, not far, but enough to almost send me over the edge.

  ‘I’m ready… Just… Arry…’ I writhe and moan, unable to contain the building chaos that almost has me begging him, to stop the agonising torture of drawing this out. My heart is pulsing crazily with need. He chuckles into my ear as he shifts position over me, manoeuvring his body between my legs and brings my face to his. He kisses me on the tip of the nose and pulls his hand from between us, bracing himself on the bed over me and looks down between us. Focusing on my face intently, drawing my gaze to his as he slides in against me softly and I know he’s going to do it.

  I pause and hold my breath for a moment, locking eyes on his as he mouths a silent ‘I love you.’ to me. I bite on my lip, slide my palms to his shoulders impulsively, in case I need to stop him, some control if I can’t do this and encourage him with a smile.

  I feel him slide into me so slowly it’s almost unbearable, eyes steady on mine and the look of sheer concentration on his face makes me break into a smile that is completely wrong for the moment. It feels amazingly good, like I want to squeeze my knees together and just make him go further inside of me. I can’t help but grin harder when he moves into me more, almost as though he psychically knew what I was thinking and despite the wave of complete fullness and the urge to moan, I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me.

  ‘Don’t look at me like that.’ I prod his cheek in a bid to get his face off mine and he only smiles wider and pushes a little deeper, making me gasp, and now I am wondering if he is even done yet. That seems like an awful lot of sliding in and my body might not manage more, even if it does make my legs go weak and toes curl. My head immediately jumps to images of impaled women with heavily hung devils and I wonder if it’s physically possible to be too small for your boyfriend’s equipment.

  ‘You’re killing the moment Soph’s.’ He leans down and catches my mouth with his, pushing my lips apart to kiss me as he fully eases his way into me, the last tiny thrust. I feel my body stretching and filling in a weirdly unique, yet wholly satisfying way, moaning as he moves slightly against me and spasms of pleasure course up my stomach.

  Definitely fits.

  Gasping a little that the first time we did this he clearly only went half in and now I am experiencing every inch of him and ‘oh my god’ is the only thing my brain can repeat to itself in utter happy surprise. I instinctively slide my hands around behind his shoulders, gripping on, straining to control myself and pull him into me. My body moving with his as he slowly finds a gentle rhythm and moves within me, sparking another wave of new and equally delicious responses. I fall to pieces and let out a long moan, burying my face in his throat. He lifts his face up again over my head, his throat vibrating in my face as he talks to me.

  ‘Are you okay?�
�� He stops mid thrust and waits for an answer, which only snaps my eyes open and I lean my head back to glare at him in outrage

  ‘SHHH! Now who’s killing the moment? Stop stopping.’ I scold him, moving my hips so he slides into me again and then moan as the sensation intensifies, completely satisfied that he is doing as he’s told for once. Arrick closes his eyes and for a moment he seems to try and reel in control. Opening them again, he bites on his bottom lip and moves against me with a little more sway, a little more intensity to the way he slides in and out and I catch my breath, gasping as the feelings soar through me and kill all conversation dead. The heat pulsing in my pelvis has spread to every part of me and the only thing that is going off in my brain is just how amazing this feels. It’s all I can focus on.

  My hands turn to claws without meaning to, raking my nails down his back as he repeats the move that has us both moaning out. Getting lost in how this feels, he comes in for another kiss but like some demon inside of me has been unleashed with what he is doing to me, I cling to him with every thrust, every groan and moan, hands roaming his entire back and shoulders, even gripping his ass when he starts to move with more purpose.

  He rocks in against me, hands cupping my face and bodies completely in sync, locking eyes on me, making me crazy with how much my body wants to explode from the one million overwhelming amazing sensations ripping through me with every thrust from him. He looks lost in what we’re doing too, unable to keep his eyes on me as they get heavier and shut, tipping his jaw into my neck and breathing against me hard when he ups the tempo and I lose control.

  What starts as slow, romantic sex, easy movements and eyes locked, turns hot and hard and completely out of either of our control in what feels like seconds, because I simply turn into some crazy wanton devil who wants more than romantic soft sex. Like a power of frustration being unleashed in a tidal wave and try as he might, to keep what we’re doing on the low key, we are soon grinding, panting and ravaging one another. He pulls my knee up on one side to angle into me harder, to help him gain momentum and soon has me pounded to the bed, biting his lip while he frowns sexily, me clawing at his chest and nibbling any part of him I can reach.

  Caught up in a frenzy of hard thrusts, groaning, moaning, as my body erupts in a million explosions around him, an orgasm ripping through me so fast, like before, and it completely takes my breath away. I pant, cry out, spasm and arch below him, but do not let go when he tries to give me time to recover. I hold him, urge him not to stop and find the desire returning equally fast to keep going, gripping on to him.

  ‘Don’t stop. Not until we both get there.’ I gasp between moans, feeling his mouth against my face as he rocks back into me at speed once more, finding a natural rhythm between us. Arrick pushes my hands to the bed in a bid to control the way I am spearing him with my nails, fingers entangled, head buried in my neck as he thrusts into me with the pent-up tension that has been between us for weeks. Grinding into me, making me gasp with every thrust.

  He’s still trying to be gentle, I can feel the way he’s holding back, trying to stay in control and I am willing him to unleash himself. I trust him, I want him to be able to be who he is with me too. I don’t believe for one second that my passionate, fight loving Carrero is a tame lover, I can feel so much more bristling within him and I am urging it to come out and face me. I want that side to him, to be the one who he lets it loose on and shows me what he’s really like.

  I wriggle and squirm as the intensity builds again, body on fire, aching, growing in heat and sensation for the second time and feeling like I am about to be torn apart with the summit of this climax. I tighten my legs around his waist in a bid to control how hard he is pounding into me, his hands letting me go as he instead grabs my thighs and sits up, pulling my body with him so he can lever me, lifting my butt off the bed without changing rhythm. I arch against him, moaning so loudly and reaching to claw at him, completely set free and uncaring about how much noise I am making.

  Arrick seems to be starting to let go too, less gentle as he grips me, thrusts harder and looks a lot less serene and calm than the Arry I know. This Arry looks capable of pushing me up against a wall and blowing my mind with hard sex, and yet it doesn’t scare me or take me any place except right here. I want it, I want more.

  I push my shoulders into the bed as the first waves sweep up from my toes, heat and tingles engulfing me as I arch so far back that my whole spine lifts from the bed and my pelvis is pushed more into his, making me come spectacularly. I can’t contain the wracking explosion that hits me, the way my body convulses for the second time or literally how crazy wild I go, lost in my own ecstasy and completely oblivious to anything else. Arrick lifts me up so I am catapulted against him mid orgasm, grabs my hips and grinds me down onto his lap so the intensity doubles and I literally cry out in his face, mouth gaping, feeling how hard he thrusts me through every wave until my body can’t take anymore. Gasping in surrender and completely reliant on him to hold me up when my body releases the tidal wave.

  ‘Jesus Sophie.’ Arricks voice brings me round and I realise he’s back on top of me, I am flat on the bed once more and uncurling my claws from his shoulders, definite puncture wounds from where I grabbed onto him but at least he’s smiling. He rolls off me and flops back on the bed with a massive exhale that makes him sound exhausted so suddenly, raising a shoulder and looking behind him as he does so.

  ‘Baby… I did not take you for a scratcher. Holy shit I look like I’ve been at it with a wildcat. Fuck, that was better than good, …. I don’t think I expected that turn around. Are you okay though?’ He grins and rolls back to me, kissing me on the mouth as I lay panting and revelling in the left-over tingles still consuming my body. I can barely breathe, let alone smile or react to the fact I have probably scarred him for life. Permanent disfigurement while having sex is surely not normal.

  ‘I’m better than okay, that felt really …. Really…. Good! And, I’m sorry.’ I pant breathlessly, unsure how to feel about the fact that I definitely want to do that again, as soon as I recover my breathing and maybe I should cut my nails off. My body has just met complete satisfaction in a way I never knew it could, and although he did make me cum after Leila’s party, it never felt anywhere near as mind blowing as these two just did. I am floating on cloud nine and I feel like he should maybe just live between my thighs permanently now.

  To think I have had him for the last few weeks and haven’t been making use of this all that time.

  Pretty sure if I had known what was coming I wouldn’t have let him out of bed for the last few weeks. At all.

  ‘Don’t be… I always did like a little bit of rough. Guess you really are the perfect girl after all…… I’m happy that it felt good, that’s kind of the point.’ He winks at me and I can only shake my head at him, sated, exhausted suddenly and completely relaxed in every way as though I have just had ten full body massages in one go. He looks over his shoulder and then under his arm, feeling with his fingers at his back and upper shoulder for the raised marks that are probably glowing right now.

  ‘How bad is it?’ I ask, regaining a little control and struggle to sit up and see, suddenly feeling majorly guilty that I did get a little wild and maybe I really have hurt him. I wasn’t even aware that I was doing it, so caught up in passion and mind-blowing sex that I had no idea I was marking him like a feral beast.

  ‘Bad? … I’m being serious…. Nothing is more of a turn on than your girlfriend clawing shit out of you because what you’re doing obviously works for her.’ He winks at me; completely unashamed Casanova move with a twinkle in his eye that makes me eyeroll.

  ‘There’s clearly something wrong with you.’ I giggle and flop back down, a little smug that I am just realising we did it. We had sex, from start to finish and are lying here laughing about it and it doesn’t feel weird or wrong at all. I did it. I got through it, I don’t feel anything that I thought I would feel and not once, while he was inside of me did I compare
it in anyway or think about the past. I really did it. I feel so happy inside that I cannot even explain the immense wave of emotion it’s causing me.

  ‘You think so? Maybe I am just man enough to handle you in all your untamed wildness; you look crazily sexy right now.’ Arrick smiles and swoops in at me, kissing me on the mouth a little passionately and I seriously wonder how soon he can be ready for round two. Already my little tingly body is limbering up for another go at my hot stallion.

  His fingers trace my cheeks and he smiles at me adoringly; for the first time I see a complete relaxed look on his face, every part of him obviously satisfied and I wonder how long it’s been since he actually had sex. I don’t want to know. I want to tell myself that since we kissed so long ago, she hasn’t touched him, even though I know that’s probably wrong.

  It doesn’t matter, none of that matters anymore.

  ‘Orgasm glow definitely works for you…. I really want to do that again.’ He grins and lets me go to reach across to the bedside and grab a bottle of water. He takes a drink and offers it to me, but I only shake my head and watch him deposit it back where he got it. Eyes glued to that stunning profile and sexy half smile he can’t seem to wipe off his face right now and just loving him so much more than I ever thought possible.

  ‘I’m not stopping you.’ I smile saucily and manoeuvre myself to his body, curling up against him in a bid to move things along once more; high on happy adrenalin for doing this. More than a little confident he could do that to me again with zero bad reactions, as many times as he wanted, every second of every day. I think I just found my new addiction and I may even love it more than clothes, or even shoes!