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Before I know what I’m doing, I’m throwing myself in his arms again and screaming, “Yes, yes, yes!”
And then we’re twirling around, laughing, smiling, and kissing again, tears wetting my cheeks and his own.
Is this real?
How is this my life?
I don’t really know, honestly.
The only thing I know is that Carson is absolutely right. This is the dream. Not just his. Mine. Ours. And I really hope we never wake up.
Everything around me loses focus, and there is just him, around me, over me, just him filling my senses while he presses me down onto the mattress next to his bass.
I feel his hard erection jerk against my core as I cradle him between my thighs. Our hands are frantic while we undress each other, sending fabric flying all over the place. My body responds to his need so fast that my head starts to spin even as I lose myself even more in our devouring kiss. He breaks away to pull my jeans away, dropping a trail of open-mouthed kisses from the inside of my thigh to the bridge of my foot, his eyes piercing me with their intensity and their hunger.
I feel my pussy grow wetter and wetter for him, my panties are clinging to my lips, and I feel a fire burning in my veins. I'm consumed but the wish to feel him even closer, to have him inside me. As soon as he's on top of me again, I arch up against him. He unhooks my bra and throws it behind him, my hands opening his jeans and pushing them down, my nipples grazing the hot skin of his chest as my fingers grasp at his large cock, my thumb skimming the wetness gathering at the pulsing crown. The little dark hair on his pecs tickles my nipples, and the sensation makes me moan and tremble, sending a jolt of current straight to my clit; my thighs press against his sides.
I feel him grow bigger and harder in my fist, his body shaking against mine, his breath becoming more and more ragged against my lips.
God, I want him. Want him so much I can’t put it into words.
His fingers grip the sides of my panties and rip them clean off my body, making me gasp out a little laugh.
He looks straight at my pussy like he wants to spend the next hour just licking me. The promise in his eyes is enough to make my center clench on air, and my thighs clamp together. I love it when he wants to worship me just as much as I love taking my time with his body and making him crazy with pleasure. But I can't take that kind of torture nor inflict it right now. I want him inside of me. Now. I need to erase the distance between us and feel us come together. I can't wait even if that much pleasure is on the table.
Before I can say a word, he is diving between my legs and taking a long, slow sexy lick, his tongue separating my puffy lower lips and tasting my arousal from clit to opening and back again.
I feel my heart lodge in my throat as my body shakes in an instant mini-orgasm. I try to speak, but I can’t. I reach downward until my hand is on his head and then move my fingers to his nape. I grasp his hair and then tap him there with a single fingertip. Twice.
This is our silent bed-code for'Loving it, but I can't take it right now. I need you inside of me. No more playing.'
Carson immediately stops his sensuous attack on my poor pussy and moves up my body. He’s now kneeling between my spread thighs, one of his hands stroking his beautiful hard cock and a smirk on his full lips.
I moan his name, and he looks down at his hand, still working his hardness at a punishing rhythm that makes more wetness gush out of me. Then his eyes are back on me. “This what you want, baby?” he asks.
I nod frantically, both of my arms shooting straight out toward him. He comes willingly, throwing my legs around his waist, his hands caressing my arms and bringing them around his neck as his mouth falls on mine. I break the kiss when I feel like I’m going to pass out from my need to both breathe and have him inside me.
The blunt head of his large cock flicks against my clit, and my heart practically ricochets off my sternum, more and more of my arousal seeping out of me. I feel his grunt against one of my breasts while he mouths against one of my nipples, his body bending over my own as he pulls me closer, his length now poised at my entrance.
I tense up, waiting breathlessly for his penetration, my body flushing in heat and trembling all over for him.
The stretching sensation I was bracing for doesn’t come. What I feel instead is one of his fingers tickling my clit and then starting to draw tighter and tighter circles around and above it.
I love him for wanting to make sure I’m hot enough to take him, but really… I’m so far gone right now that there’s no need for him to do anything but fuck me.
I turn my face to the side and nibble on his skin in the place where his shoulder meets his neck. It's one of his sensitive spots and sure to get me what I want now. I feel him tense up, his finger faltering over my clit and his hard cock kissing my slit more insistently. The teasing sensation is about to send me off, but I don't want to. Not like this. Not on my own. I want him with him. In me. So, I lock all my muscles, and I lower one of my hands to the middle of his back and, at the same time, let my legs spread further, and my thighs climb even higher on his hips. I make a fist and gently hit him twice to signal that I'm about to go off.
I feel his fingers close around my left arm, just below my shoulder. He squeezes me there three times to let me know that he’s got me. Then taps me there with a single finger once. This tells me he’s too aroused and feels like he, too, could go off too fast and doesn’t want to. He needs a moment.
I gather as much air as I can muster in my lungs and call out his name. “Don’t care! Just… need you… now!”
My voice breaks, I can't manage to say anything else, and I gasp in relief when I feel him surge inside of me. He gives me all his length at once. He's too far gone to get a grip on himself, and I just love it. I love him. I don't care about the fleeting moment of discomfort, and even as he makes a circle with his fingers over one of my hips to say'sorry'for being too forceful, he starts to fuck me. Hard. Without missing a bit. I rejoice in his loss of control and reach down to grasp the very hand that's still signing against my hip. I squeeze his fingers to let him know I'm okay and bring his hand between us and to my breast. Then I let both of my hands slide around him and down his back, not stopping until my fingertips are skimming his taut backside, still partially covered by his lowered jeans, and gripping him there to pull him even closer, making him thrust deeper inside of me.
My entire body is asking him to make us one, to fuck me harder, to bring us the ultimate pleasure, the crest of which I’m already climbing.
My core starts to milk his hardness as my heart stutters away in my chest. I gasp his name when I feel his cock throbbing inside of me. No doubt he is adding his own wetness to my own. He shifts a little to get a better angle, and I feel his growl into my skin as he drops on me and really begins to rut into my body. I can’t hear myself scream, but I can feel the blood rushing in my ears, the air burning in my lungs, the tears of happiness slithering on my cheeks, the trembling of my limbs and his own. His harsh breathing against my neck and his heart beating madly against my flesh inflame me even more. The pulsing of his passion is like a living thing between us. It’s a music without notes in the silence that forever surrounds my soul. It’s a symphony that doesn’t need words or sounds, but just love. A symphony of us.
We are both climbing. Coming. The only two human beings in the world. Hundreds of feet into the sky, flashing through it like angels sharing wings, like stars bursting in our own shared little supernova.
