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He’s looking at me in confusion before his eyes go wide. I think he’s understanding what I’m saying before he asks, “You’re pregnant?”
“No, no, no.” I reassure him quickly. “That’s not what I’m trying to say.”
“Ooookay. You’re going to have to help me out here Bianca because I’m not getting it.”
I take a deep breath and let it out. “I can’t have kids.”
He just shrugs at me, still looking confused. “That’s fine, I know you don’t want kids.”
I realize he still doesn’t understand what I’m trying to tell him and now I’m getting frustrated. “No, Carson. I mean yes, I don’t want kids.” My voice is laced with annoyance at having to spell this out so clearly. Not only do we not seem to be on the same page with this conversation, it’s like we’re reading completely different books. “It’s not just that I don’t want kids. It’s that I can’t have them, hence the reason I don’t need birth control. There’s no changing my mind later, children aren’t a possibility for me. That car accident I was in? You know, the one that gave me the scars?” He nods his head and his eyes light up with understanding. “You shouldn’t have to give up having a family just to be with me.”
He leans forward and grabs me, settling me on his lap with both of my legs straddling his. Our faces are so close together there’s no escaping his penetrating gaze. “Bianca, have you ever heard me say that I want kids?”
I try to think back and realize that no, he’s never explicitly talked about having any more kids than Oliver. “Not that I remember.”
“I never really planned on having them. True, it wasn’t something I had made a conscious decision about, but I had zero plans of having a family. Hell, I thought I would probably be single forever. I don’t care that you can’t have children. It’s a non-issue for me.”
I want to believe him so badly. I really do. But experience tells me that he’ll change his mind. “You say it’s fine now, that you don’t care, but eventually you’ll start to resent me for being the reason you don’t have a family of your own.”
He reaches up and runs his fingers through my long hair. I want to lean into his touch but resist the temptation. Barely. His voice is almost a whisper. “Is that’s what’s had you so scared this whole time, baby? You think I care that much about having kids? I have a one already. I have Oliver. I love him like he’s my own, I don’t need another one. I know you’re not a kid person and that’s fine, as long as you love Oliver, I don’t give a flying fuck. I don’t need some non-existent future child. I’ll tell you what I do need though. I need you. You make every single thing in my life better. You clear out all the darkness that I see every day and fill it with your own personal brand of sunshine. Do you think I would give you up just because you can’t have kids? That Icouldgive you up?”
“Everybody cares,” I whisper.
“What are you talking about?”
“Every guy I dated in college who found out dumped me or just wanted to be my fuck buddy. They didn’t want to put in the effort of a relationship if it was just going to end because I couldn’t give them the family they wanted. I don’t even blame them. Eventually, it was just easier to avoid relationships altogether. I was doing just fine until you came along.” I leanback and hit him playfully on the chest, trying to lighten the mood a little. Giving me a chance to reel my emotions back in.
His one hand tangles in my hair and the other starts to gently stroke up and down the side of my body, barely grazing the side of my breast. I bite my bottom lip as my body starts to respond to his touch.
“Those boys you dated in college? They were just that, boys. They were weak. Someone as beautiful and strong as you needs a man, not a boy. I’m still thankful for those little shitheads though, otherwise you might not be here right now with me and that would be the real tragedy.”
Before I can say anything else, he tugs on my hair, pulling my mouth to his and softly slides his mouth over mine. What starts out as a gentle kiss quickly burns out of control. I open my mouth to his probing tongue and let him in, sucking gently on his tongue and brining out that low moan that immediately floods my panties.
He breaks the kiss for just a moment to yank my shirt over my head then he’s right back to kissing me breathless. His hands are all over my body, my face, my stomach, before landing on my breasts. He pulls them each one out of the cups of my lace bra and pulls away from my mouth leaving me dizzy and gasping for air. He balances each breast in his hands and I’m so aroused they’re extremely sensitive. He lowers his mouth and gently traces one nipple with the tip of his tongue. I let out a whimper and try to steer his head to take me into his mouth, but he won’t be rushed.
He moves to my other breast, and I let out a whine that’s full of needy annoyance. My skirt is hiked up high around my hips and my panty clad pussy is pushed firmly against the bulge in his jeans. I start rocking back and forth, hoping the pressure of the zipper against my slit can give me some relief but he grabs onto my hips, stilling them.
“Are you feeling needy tonight, baby?” He asks me with that smirk I want to wipe off his face, but the only thing I can do is beg.
“Please Carson, stop playing.”
“But I love to play with you. You’re my favorite girl.” Damn. A whole new wave of wetness comes flowing out of my tunnel when he says I’m his favorite girl. It shouldn’t feel that good.
“Don’t tease,” I whine while trying to rock my hips into him again. He takes a hold of one of my nipples and gives it a sharp tweak causing me to cry out.
“Don’t I always give you what you need?” I tilt my head to glare at him, but he just lets out a laugh. “Well, I give you what you need when you’re a good girl.” I moan again, letting his words wrap around my body like a caress.
His lips trail up my neck alternating between kisses and licks until he gets to my ear and gently bites down on my earlobe. Fuck, he knows exactly what I like. I dig my nails into his shoulders and my entire body feels like one raw nerve. “You said you were going to give me what I need.”
Suddenly his fingers are brushing up against my wet slit through my panties and my entire body jerks. I try to lean into his fingers, needing more pressure, but he pulls them away from me. “I’m not sure yet if you should be rewarded for how careful you were today or if you should be punished for thinking I wouldn’t want you,” he whispers, his breath hot in my ear, sending shivers throughout my body.
“Rewarded,” I grind out. This man loves to tease and edge me to extremes I’ve never imagined. I would never take this type of commanding attitude in the bedroom from anyone else. I’m used to being in charge of my own pleasure, probably because most of the men I’ve been with couldn’t find a clit or g-spot if their lives depended on it. When I’m with Carson, I somehow easily hand it over to him, I’m held at his sexual will and thatmeans I don’t always get what I want right when I want it. But when he finally lets me come? God, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. There are times I have to beg him to stop because the pleasure is just too much for my body to handle.
His hands slide under my ass and he lifts me into the air like I weigh nothing. Squealing, I hold onto him like a spider monkey, arms around his neck, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. I take the opportunity to run my tongue into the hallow of his neck and smile when I feel his body shudder against mine.
As soon as we’re in his bedroom he tosses me into the center of the bed and starts ripping off his clothing. I join in and I’ve soon discarded my skirt, bra, and panties on the side of the bed. When Carson’s done stripping down, his clothes are laid neatly on the chair across from the bed. I’d roll my eyes at him if I could take them off his turgid, dripping cock. I reach out for it, but he dances away from my grasp.
“On your back, legs spread for me.” I immediately follow his instructions putting myself on full display for him while he climbs onto the bed, looming over me on his knees. His big hand grips his rigged and angry cock, slowly stroking it from root to tip and back again, his gaze wandering lazily over my body.
