My heart gives a kick against my ribs. “What about Emma?”
“We went out twice. That’s it.”
For all the problems we had near the end of our marriage, I trusted that Carson had never lied to me. And I still trust him. “Okay. We’re good, then.”
“What about birth control?”
Oh yeah. “I’m on the pill again.”
He closes his eyes and I rise onto my knees as he holds his cock and I slowly lower myself onto it. His thickness stretches me with a sweet burn.
“Jesus,” he whispers.
“Yeah.” I swallow, pressing a hand to my belly where he fills me so deeply. I love it.
He cups my breasts and gently squeezes them, and then I’m overcome with sensation, a voluptuous fullness, and I have to stretch out on his chest again. He strokes my back as our mouths meet in more hot, wet kisses, my body pulsing around him, trying to accommodate him.
“I could almost come right now,” I whisper.
“Yeah. I could come, too. In your tight… sweet… pussy.”
Slowly, I start to move, lifting on him, lowering back down. Exquisite sensation flows through me from my center to my fingertips and toes. My spine is melting, molten pleasure swelling inside me.
“You take my cock so good,” he murmurs, cupping the back of my head with one hand, caressing my ass with the other. The pace is leisurely as I rise and fall on him, but the sensations aren’t leisurely, they’re exciting and scorching, and I start moving faster. He penetrates deeper, his cock gliding over sensitive nerve endings inside me. Then he pushes up to sit, his arms stretched out behind him, hands planted into the mattress, using his hips to thrust up into me.
“Keep taking it,” he growls. “You’re doing so good.”
I bounce on him, both of us panting, almost laughing at the thrill of it, and I rub my palms over his pecs, lingering on his nipples. He draws a sharp breath in, like I knew he would, and I love it.
I hold his head to kiss him again and he wraps his arms around me, our bodies pressed together from where we’re joined to our chests. He moves my legs so I’m not kneeling but rather seated fully on his lap, and I twine my arms around his neck, holding him tightly.
“Wrap your legs around me, angel.”
“Mmm.”
We both move our hips, rocking together, holding each other.
“Fuuuck. Fuck yes.” He plants a hand behind him for leverage and thrusts up harder. Every drive pushes the air out of my lungs and I rest my forehead against him as I gasp and moan. And then, with an arm banded around my waist, he spins me onto my back, moving over me without withdrawing from me. This move has always thrilled me. I love his strength.
Now I’m looking up at him. He holds himself up on his arms. “Still okay?”
“Yes.”
He moves against me, pushing deeper into me, and I pull my knees back and hook my ankles on his ass, cupping his face, then forking my fingers into his hair, now damp with sweat. “You’re such a beautiful man.”
A groan rumbles in his chest and his pace picks up. The slaps of our bodies meeting fills the room along with the scent of my arousal and his warm skin. He buries his face in the side of my neck and I tilt my pelvis to get the right angle, to get the friction of his body on my clit. My orgasm is already brewing, sensation coiling and tightening.
I cry out at the exquisite loveliness of it, holding his shoulders as he pounds into me, shaking the bed. I absorb every sensation and sound and scent. “God!”
“Fuck. Ayla.” He nips at the skin on the side of my neck, sucks it so gently. “Your pussy’s so good.”
“Oh God, I’m coming.” My orgasm crashes over me, waves and waves of pleasure, my body tightening around him.
I’m still floating as he shouts out his release, his body crushing me, filling me, engulfing me, and I feel every pulse of his ejaculation. It goes on and on, warm wetness flooding me, and I cling to him with arms and legs as he finishes.
We stay like that for a long time. I’m weak. Drained. Content.
“So what was your name again?” Carson asks lazily.
