AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Take it," he said huskily. "Take all of me."
That was her first indication she wasn't fully seated on him and she stopped her frantic movements to slide up and down a few times until he filled her so full and pressed so deep her eyes nearly crossed. "Oh, god," she whimpered.
Kaitlyn leaned in, brushing her lips against Carter's and feeling his hands holding her tightly against him. She could feel him hard and hot inside her, and she raised her hips, then lowered them again, feeling the pleasure racing through her and hearing his growls as she moved on top of him.
She wanted him to feel what she felt, wanted him to lose control, to feel the same fierce need that was burning inside her, threatening to consume her. She wanted to feel his body tense, to hear his voice, to hear him saying her name, because she could feel the tremor beginning deep inside her, threatening to consume her and take her into ecstasy. And she wanted him to be with her when that happened.
Kaitlyn moved faster and faster, pushing Carter's hand from her hips and sitting up, grinding herself on him in a way that built the pressure inside her at a speed she couldn't control.
"Tell me how you like it when I touch you." Carter's words drove her closer to the edge.
Kaitlyn leaned in again, kissing his neck, his ear lobe, whispering against his skin as she felt him move beneath her. "I love the way you feel inside me, Carter. It feels so good."
Carter's eyes closed and Kaitlyn stared at him as her body worked its way to the edge. The muscles in his neck were taut and moved with the motions of her body. Shadows played on the planes of his face and she couldn't look away.
Nothing existed but this moment, their bodies, the sensations washing over her, and this man. They’d been so close to this several times, but she’d never imagined sex with Carter - or anyone, for that matter - could be so good.
She closed her eyes and allowed the sensations washing over her to take over. She didn't want to think, didn't want to worry, didn't want to feel anything but this right now.
She tossed her head back and rode him, feeling her body tense up as the orgasm built deep within her. Her movements grew more urgent and she arched back to pull him deeper inside of her and then raised her hips, feeling that sweet, delicious friction of their bodies working together in unison in a dance as old as time.
"Come for me, Kaitlyn," he whispered just before his mouth covered hers and she inhaled sharply when he slid his fingers up her belly to cup her breasts. Her body responded to his touch instantly, and she ached for him as the pads of his thumbs dragged against her nipples in a way that sent pleasure screaming through her core. His hands were large, but soft. They had a gentle touch, yet there was nothing gentle about what he was doing to her.
That was her undoing. His words, his demanding tone, the way he touched her—it was all she needed to tumble over the edge. She cried out, finally losing control as she wrapped her arms around him. Her vision went white as every muscle in her body tightened and ripples tore through her center. She continued moving, feeling the tremors of her orgasm shimmering through her whole body.
Carter stiffened against her and shuddered as she came, throbbing inside of her and sending shockwaves through her body. She sagged against him, moaning as he filled her. The feeling of him coming inside her was so intimate, so right. She'd never felt so close to anyone, so connected with anyone.
And she wasn't ready to let him go.
Kaitlyn woke up draped across Carter's chest, her head resting on his shoulder and one of her legs thrown over his hips. They were in his bed, so at some point in the night they must have moved there from the couch... not that Kaitlyn remembered when.
She stretched and winced, her body aching from her time with him the night before. He shifted and she lifted her head to look at him. His eyes were open, watching her with a soft smile.
"Good morning," she said, rubbing her cheek against his chest.
"Good morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?"
"Tender. Happy. Hungry." She licked his jaw just so he couldn't misunderstand her meaning, though both meanings of the word were technically correct.
"You want to get a shower?" he asked, his fingers sliding across her scalp as he combed her hair back from her face.
Kaitlyn nodded. She needed a hot shower and his choice not to take her up on her unspoken offer reminded her how sweet and caring he was. Her mention of being tender seemed to shut him down to the possibility of round two and she liked that about him, even though she did want him again.
Carter stood up, scooped her off the bed into his arms and kissed her lips. He carried her into the bathroom and placed her carefully on her feet beside the beautiful glass shower. As he started the water, she studied the powerful lines of him and waited.
"So, tell me about your childhood," he said and she froze.
"It was unpleasant." That was easier than telling him the details.
"I'm sorry," he said, turning to her. She lifted her shoulders.
"It was a long time ago." She had no tears left to cry over her past; she'd cried herself out already.
He nodded, as if accepting this answer and changed the subject, much to her relief.
"You first," he said, "and then I'll join you."
"Okay," she said, stepping into the glass box. Carter leaned against the counter and watched her. Kaitlyn was comfortable being naked, comfortable being herself, and she loved his attention on her. For the first time, she felt sexy with a man's gaze on her instead of disgusted, or tuned out with a 'get through it' mindset. She loved Carter's stare; it made her feel sexy, wanted, desired, but not like an object of desire. With Carter, it was so much more.
