By some miracle, I manage to hold out until she comes again. As soon as her pussy constricts, contracting around my cock like a vice, I lose it. “Indi,” I practically scream as my body starts to shudder before stilling. My orgasm is so intense I swear I’m seeing fucking stars by the time it’s over. If I could climb inside her pussy, I’d never leave. We’re both trying to catch our breath when I collapse down on her chest. “Are you okay?” I ask.
“I’m wonderful,” she says, turning her head to the side and placing her lips on my cheek. “Never been better.”
Lifting my head, I smile down at her. Christ she’s beautiful. My hand comes up to brush back a few strands of hair that are stuck to her forehead from perspiration. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Me too,” she says cupping my cheek with her hand. “Please don’t hurt me again, Carter.” Her words cut. I hate that I hurt her, but doesn’t she realise I was hurting too?
“Never,” I reply. “You’re mine now, you know that right? Nobody else is allowed to touch you. Only me.” She smiles, cocking one of her eyebrows.
“Is that so?” she asks narrowing her eyes slightly. I suppress my smile. I don’t want her to think I’m joking about this, because I’m not.
“Damn straight,” I say with all seriousness.
“Well, that works both ways, just so you know.”
“You’re all I want. All I’ve ever wanted,” I confess as my lips find hers again. I’m still inside her and my cock is already hardening again. “Ready for round two?”
“God yes,” she whimpers, making my lips curve up.
“That’s my girl,” I breathe placing a soft kiss on her lips. This time I’m gonna take my sweet time with her. I have all night to get reacquainted with this luscious body of hers. Reaching for her hands, I pin them above her head before lacing our fingers together. My lips trail a path across her jaw and down her neck as I push my hips forward, rocking into her tight little pussy with slow, short, agonising strokes. I want to stay like this forever. Closing my eyes, I find myself wishing for a lifetime of moments with her. My heart burns for her.
It always has, and it always will. She’s my addiction, my air.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Indiana
Carter and I stayed awake until the early hours of the morning. If we weren’t being intimate with each other, we were lying in each other’s arms talking. I’m so glad I worked up the courage to come over here, because this whole experience has been magical. Even better than our first time together. Nothing’s changed, but everything’s changed if that makes sense. We’re not kids anymore. We’re adults, making adult decisions and having adult feelings. Although there’s a tiny part of me that’s terrified he’s going to leave again, my heart believes he won’t. I hope my heart’s right.
The alternative is incomprehensible. Last night I let down all my barriers. I think he did too. He was nothing like the old smartarse Carter. He was loving, attentive, and extremely sweet. I gave him everything. Every piece of me. Even my heart. Last night just confirmed that I’m still in love with him. He’s it for me. What Mark and I shared doesn’t even compare to what Carter and I have when we’re together. It’s mind-blowing.
We stayed in bed until late Sunday afternoon. I woke midmorning to find him lying beside me watching me sleep. It was a little daunting. I hope I wasn’t dribbling or anything. I woke again a few hours later to his smiling face between my legs. Let me just say it’s an amazing way to be woken up. We’ve had so much sex, I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to walk when we finally get up.
We need to get out of bed soon. Elizabeth is cooking dinner for us. She found out I was in here with Carter when he snuck out to the kitchen to get us some food. Apparently my dad is coming over as well.
I’ll have to go home to shower and change. I only have the dressing gown I wore here last night. That’s definitely not appropriate for dinner attire. Especially since it’s with our parents.
“I suppose I better go home and shower,” I tell him, rolling on to my side to face him.
“I’m not ready to let you go yet,” he replies, pulling me into him. “Shower here, with me.”
“I have to go home. I have no clothes.” When he smiles sheepishly, I know he’s concocting a plan.
“If I get you some clothes, will you stay and shower with me?” He raises his eyebrows, hopefully. I love his sweet side. It’s adorable.
“What? You’re going to go to my room and pick me out something to wear?” I ask, intrigued and a tad horrified.
“Hell yeah. Don’t you trust me?” With a smile like that, I don’t think so.
“Definitely not,” I screech. He flips me onto my back and pins me to the mattress. “I can just imagine what you’d choose. We’re eating with our parents remember?” The look on his face has me smiling. He’s trying to act offended, but I know he’s not. He knows I’m right. He’ll probably dress me like a damn hooker. The skimpier the better. I know his type.
“I’ll prove you wrong,” he says leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on my nose before pushing himself up and off the bed.
“Carter. I’ll go and get something and come back and shower with you,” I offer, sitting up.
“No need. I’ve got this.” He winks at me as he pulls on a pair of jeans. Got this my arse. I’m not sure how I feel about him going through my drawers. I have nothing incriminating in there. Well I hope I don’t.
When he jumps out the window, I get up and grab one of his T-Shirts, pulling it over my head. By the time I rush towards the glass he’s already inside my room. Ugh! This should be interesting.
He’s back a few minutes later looking all pleased with himself. When he passes me his selection through the window, I burst out laughing. A tiny pair of shorts and a skimpy little top. I knew it. I know him better than he thinks.
“You do realise it’s winter, don’t you?”
“You don’t need warm clothes, you’ve got me,” he smirks. I shake my head. I can’t help but laugh at his serious face.
“Can you go and grab something more suitable? Better still, let me do it,” I say rolling my eyes.
“So you’re not going to wear these?” he asks, taking them out of my hand and holding them up, disappointed. “I wanna see you in these, you’ll look hot.” I start to laugh.
“I’m not wearing that to dinner, Carter.”
“Will you dress in them later when we’re alone?” The pleading look on his face has me nodding my head.
“But not for dinner.” I lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips.
“Fine,” he says, his shoulders slightly slumping. “I’ll go get something a little less revealing.” Before I get a chance to protest, he’s heading towards my house again.
“I need underwear too, by the way.”
“I’m on it,” he calls out, looking over his shoulder before hauling himself into my room. My eyes are glued to his arse. God it really is one fine arse. Round, tight, and delicious.
A few minutes later he reappears at my window smiling like a fool. My gaze moves to the black lace teddy in his hand. Far out. He’s going through my underwear drawer. I shake my head vigorously, but he nods before screwing it up and stuffing it in his pocket. I bury my face in my hands. I knew this was a bad idea.
I can’t help but admire the strain of his muscles when he uses his arms to push himself through the window of his room a few minutes later. He really is a sight. This time he has a red hoody and a pair of black yoga pants in his hand. That’s more like it. His smile grows when he passes me my black lace bra and matching panties.
“Fuck you have some sexy underwear,” he says with a whistle. “I’m expecting a fashion parade in the near future.”