Page 69 of Carter

I shrug. “I have no idea. But I know one thing.”

“What?”

“There are certainly no other women like you, baby girl.”

We kiss. It’s a kiss of love and loss and passion. I feel it from the hairs on my head to the depths of my core. The kind of kiss you never, ever forget. When we part, I stare into her eyes. I stroke her hair back from her forehead. The love I feel for her wells in my chest, making it seem as though my heart will burst.

We’re both still nude from the shower. Our warm skin presses against one another—reunited. My fingers trail over her shoulder, her collarbone. Over her tight little nipples. I stroke her soft, small breasts. I cup them in my hands.

Perfect fit.

She watches me. Her soft eyes gazing, filling with desire.

My fingertips trail over her ribs. Her belly. The little hairs on her arms stand. Goosebumps dot her flesh. I run them over her soft curls.

She sighs. Her eyelids close.

My fingers slide between her folds. She’s wet and slippery. Just feeling her makes my cock get hard. It presses against her thigh. Telling her how badly I want her.

I dip my finger within her, gather her juices. Gently, I rub circles around her swollen bud. Her breaths become heavy. Her hips begin to move. God, I love when she gyrates against my hand like this—taking every ounce of pleasure she can get. I rub harder. Over her bud, then down lower. Fingering her sweet pussy.

Her nipples tighten. Her head arches back. Her hand goes to her breast.

Beautiful.

I move harder, faster. Her breaths quicken. Her pelvis presses toward me. Her muscles tense. Her lips open and she whispers my name. “Oh, Carter. I’m going to come.”

I smile, moving my fingers exactly how she likes. Drawing the orgasm from her body. Her back arches, she cries out. Her body is racked with shudders. Her eyes pop open and she looks at me, surprised at the force of her climax.

Her hands go to my shoulders. Her fingers dig into my flesh. Take me, now.

I need no further instruction.

I find her entrance, pressing the head of my cock against it. She’s so wet. So ready.

So tight.

A little gasp of painful pleasure escapes her as I press into her. One hard thrust fills her with the length of my cock. Her pussy clenches around me. I give a groan. “Damn, baby girl. You feel so good.”

She lifts her hips, welcoming me.

I stop.

Her hands go to the sides of my face. There are tears brimming in her eyes. Her lower lip is trembling.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I’m just so glad… you came here. That you ignored my note. That you want to marry me after all…” Her words trail off and she breaks my gaze. A single tear trails down her cheek.

“After all the joy you’ve brought into my life?” I ask. “The smiles, the laughs… the sex.” I pull back. She whimpers to find me no longer inside her. Slowly, I press back in. Harder this time.

Her tears are gone. Her eyes are closed. She murmurs, “Kiss me.”

I do. I kiss her with the love and passion I felt for her when we were first dating. When we were first discovering one another’s bodies. The passion that’s strengthened over time, through shared experience. Our tongues tangle. She tastes of Sasha. It makes me want her so badly, I can’t hold back.

One hand goes behind her neck, cradling her head. The other winds behind her back. Keeping us joined, I pull her up toward me. I’m on my knees and she’s got her legs wrapped around my waist. Our bellies press together as we kiss. Her hips start to move. She’s going up, slowly, then comes crashing down on my cock. I want to explode. Instead, I tangle my fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck. Pull softly.

She moans. Her pussy tightens and clenches around me. I know neither one of us will last long—we’re too emotionally charged after what’s happened. Albeit brief, I know this is one of the most magnificent experiences of my life.