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Unfortunately, I felt as though I was starting to care about Carrie a lot more than I should.
Although, as we were lying there, as normal people, lovers do, I didn’t care. I didn’t dwell on the future, or lament over the past. I was, for once, consumed by this moment and I didn’t want to do anything to ruin it.
I wished I could stay here forever, or even die before it was over.
I knew I didn’t deserve this, even for a moment but that didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to enjoy it, for as long as I could.
“Johnathan?” Carrie’s voice called, shaking me out of my thoughts.
Looking deeply into her eyes, I beamed, concluding that for once, I was happy.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked softly, her words catching me slightly off guard, though I knew this was a reasonable question.
“I am thinking, that I don’t want this moment to stop,” I answered honestly, choosing to skip the morbid factions of my thoughts.
“I feel the same way,” she replied, reaching up to kiss me tenderly.
Carefully grasping her close to me, I tilted my head and deepened the kiss, which she reciprocated instantly.
Once she realized what I was trying to accomplish, she eased her body up, focusing herself on me.
In an instant, I felt her breasts pressing heavily against my body as her arms snaked up, around my neck.
Our legs intertwined, as though a magnetic pulse was pulling us together. I felt a strong sense of instant attraction. Through a quick ripple of excitement, I was automatically ready to go again. I felt myself pulsing under her, searching for her.
As we continued to kiss, I closed my eyes and traced her body with my fingertips. The soft, alabaster skin beneath my touch was warm from arousal. While I moved, I mapped out her curves, felt the uniqueness of her unblemished body, and memorized the feel of her.
I felt her breasts, her butt, the small of her back and the nape of her neck, all in the pursuit of committing her essence to memory. I wanted to truly become one with this woman. I wanted to know her better than I knew myself.
I had only had this urge once before in my life; normally, I was more of a love them and leave them kind of guy, but there were two times that I felt such a mesmerizing pull.
The first, was a relationship that nearly killed me and now, there was Carrie.
I hated feeling this way but at the same time, I couldn’t imagine feeling any other way. Letting this moment pass seemed to be akin to letting everything in my life slip through my fingers, like sand. Yet, there was a part of me that insisted if I took advantage of this moment, it would likely be the end of me.
This woman will surely kill you. I told myself.
Yet, I ignored the warning, easing Carrie off me, so that she was lying flat on her stomach, across the bed.
“What are you doing?” Carrie whispered, though she didn’t seem to mind me taking control.
“I want
to feel you…All of you,” I answered in a low, sensual growl, as my hands connected with her shoulder blades.
As I felt her groan with pleasure beneath me, I noted how perfectly her body fit into my grasp. Her taught, toned back was petite, but was able to easily accommodate for my massive grip.
I kneaded her back and shoulders, progressively going deeper as her moans of pleasure and acceptance grew more encouraging.
She was so petite, she almost felt fragile in my grasp, but the more intense the massage, the more she seemed to enjoy it.
Eventually, my hands started to move off her shoulders and cascade down her back. Leaning in, so close to her that I could feel the heat of her arousal radiating onto my skin, my lips followed the path of my hands as they trailed down her back.
“Oh my God, Johnathan…this feels so good. Thank you…” She insisted, easing herself up, into my grasp.
I grinned, invigorated to continue. The feel of her body, melding to the will of my hands was stimulating. I felt my heart beat faster as my hands traveled down the valley in the small of her back, only to reemerge as my touch took in the tight inviting feel of her ass.
She groaned as my hands guided themselves down to her legs, taking care to be gentle with the hurt ankle, before returning to the vast, moist oasis between her legs.
