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Completely caught up in my overwhelming emotions, I grab Carly Jo and spin her to the music, humming in her ear. Her scent is beyond intoxicating, and I can’t help but to kiss and nibble along her delicate neckline. Hot damn, the things this woman does to me. With just one simple touch, she has me as hot as fire. I can’t control myself with her. Damn, I love her so friggin’ much. I just want her in my arms forever.
Carly Jo is as affected as I am and lets her tension fall away, gripping me to her tighter. My mind goes foggy and before I know it, I have her pinned beneath me on the bed, making the sweetest, most passionate love I have ever made in my life. Soft and slow; make it last in case this is my last time holding her, filling her.
The orgasmic build-up is intense. I grip her tighter as I continue to rock into her, quickening my pace. She lets out a soft whimper, and I lose myself deep within her. She clings tight to my shoulder as she comes apart around my cock. Holy frickin’ shit!
In a foggy haze, I crash my body on top of her, desperate to catch my breath. I kiss her softly, then roll to my back and snuggle her deep to my side. Holding her hostage in my arms, we lay here together in silence. She runs her fingers up my chest and traces over my tattoos. Her touch is electrifying. I grit my teeth at the sensation.
“Your tattoos are beautiful.” Her voice is barely a whisper. I smile at her, then kiss her forehead. “Tell me the story.” I cock my eyebrow at her, clearly confused, and she giggles. Ah hell, I haven’t heard that laugh in too damn long. I sit up on the bed so I can display each original piece of art. Carly Jo sits up beside me and pulls a pillow over her chest, obviously bashful to bare her beautiful body. She trails her fingers up my chest, over the tribal tattoo that covers the right side of my torso; she bites her lip as her fingers tremble. I move her hand to the tattoo that is permanently etched over my heart.
“This tattoo is pretty self-explainable. These are Kylee Jo’s footprints when she was a baby, and this is her birthdate. I got this tattoo here so I could always keep my baby girl close to my heart. I know one day she’ll grow up and won’t need her Daddy anymore, but this way I’ll have a little piece of her always.”
She smiles, then trails her fingers over the tribal tattoo once again. “And this one?” I still her hand over my chest, ticklish from her tingling fingers.
“This tattoo represents strength; it hurt like a bitch, especially over my shoulder. It reminds me that no matter how tough life gets, to stay strong.”
She smirks, “Do you have any others?” Resting my head on the headboard, I sigh.
“A few. Do you have any?” She laughs and quickly inserts a hell no for good measure.
“Show me your other tats, please?” Turning my head, I show her the nautical star on my neck. She brushes her fingers up my unshaven neck, careful not to miss one inch of the star. “Why is it black?” she asks, her voice soft and innocent.
“This tattoo represents guidance. I chose solid black to remind me to stay on the right path and to never go back to my old habits.” Carly Jo is clearly confused, but she doesn’t know about the demons I battled with drug abuse and alcoholism.
“What do you mean, old habits?” My nerves tic, but I pull her down onto me and kiss her cheek.
“We playin’ twenty questions now, darlin’?”
“Asshole,” she says, playfully slapping my chest. “I just want to know everything, Colton.”
“I know, darlin’, and we have plenty of time for talkin’. But right now, I really need a shower to wash the soot off of me, and you, well, you’re covered in coal now too.” I laugh, wiping the soot from her soft cheek. She grabs her cheeks and blushes. Jumping from the bed, she pads off to the bathroom to look at her face.
“Damn it, Colton! I hate the smell of this shit!” she yells back at me, scrubbing the soot from her face with a gritty cleanser. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me, pressing my dick to her ass and nuzzle her neck.
“Shower, now,” I grumble at her. I turn the shower to hot as hell, letting the steam envelope the bathroom. I grab Carly Jo by her hips and guide her into the shower. I run my fingers through her hair, and the hot water cascades over us. I can’t keep myself from touching her. I don’t need sex. I just need to touch her, have my hands on her; have her close to me. I crave her touch.
She leans back into me and moans, and it is the sexiest sound I’ve heard. I tug her close to me and inhale her sweet scent. “Damn, you smell amazing.” She turns around and tips up on her toes to kiss me. I tug her hair back, exposing her neck as I feather kisses down her tender throat. I graze her collarbone and nip and bite at her flesh, until my lips have met her plump breast. I take a nipple in between my lips and nibble at her, sucking and kissing playfully. It doesn’t take long to lose control with Carly Jo’s wet, slick body pressed against me.
I slam her against the wall of the shower and run my fingers between her thighs and tease her clit, already swollen and wet. All thoughts escape me besides burying myself deep inside of her. I grab her by the ass, lift her to me, and thrust deep inside of her slick pussy. So hot and tight, I nearly come apart in an instant. I grind deep inside of her at a steady pace as she claws at my shoulders, groaning in ecstasy. Her cries are my undoing as I shove into her one final time, reaching my release. I rest my forehead against hers as we stare into each other’s eyes, panting for our next breath.
I set her feet to the floor as I kiss her forehead, then lather up a loofa with the cherry blossom scented body wash. “You’re going to smell like me.” She giggles, her eyes still filled with lust.
“Damn right, baby. I’ll wash you first, then you can wash me. I want your scent all over me. It’s intoxicating.” My voice is a husky grumble. I glide the loofa over the contour of her body slowly, making a mental note of every delicate curve. I could run my rugged hands all over her delectable body all damn day. She takes the loofa from my hand, reapplies more body wash, and works at scrubbing the stained soot from my flesh. Having her hands rubbing over me so wildly, hardens me instantly. I could take her sweet ass again, right now. That thought is tempting, but I’ve worked up an appetite after already having her twice.
We rinse the suds away and step out of the shower. We dry each other, our gazes still locked, like we’re searching the other’s soul for unknown answers. She reaches up on her toes and kisses me softly before padding off to the closet to get her clothes. I wrap the towel around my waist and sit on her bed. “Darlin’, I’m naked.” I glance at her with a shit-eating grin on my face.
“Uhm, yeah, you just took a shower. Put some clothes on. I’m starving.”
“My bag’s in the truck. Go get it for me, please?” I pout my bottom lip out for emphasis.
Rollin’ her eyes, Carly Jo pulls her tank over her chest and laughs. “Okay, I guess I can’t keep you naked and tied to my bed all night.”
“Damn, sweetheart, don’t you even tease.” I swat her ass firmly, and she winces.
Slapping my arm playfully, she kisses me before turning to pounce down the steps. I lay back on the bed, lacing my fingers behind my head and smile. This is starting over.
“What are you smiling about?” Carly Jo asks, dropping my bag at my feet.
“You shouldn’t have to ask.”
