Indiana
I wake in the morning to Carter’s beautiful face between my legs. It’s a wonderful sight I can tell you. This is the second time since we’ve reconnected that I’ve awoken to him doing this. It’s something I could easily get used to. Mark wasn’t a big fan of oral sex. I, on the other hand, love it. There’s something so erotic about it.
“Good morning,” he says against my sensitive flesh when I moan and thread my fingers through his hair.
“Morning,” I whimper breathlessly.
After the incredible sex we had when we arrived at the hotel last night, Carter carried me into the shower when my legs threatened to give out. After he washed every inch of me, he took me up against the tiles. I know it’s only been a few days, but it’s like we can’t get enough of each other.
He seemed concerned about me when we got out of the shower. He said I looked tired and pale. He had no reason to worry. Although my headaches are still playing havoc, they don’t seem to bother me so much when I’m lost in him. He’s all the medicine I need.
Even though I told him I was fine, he wrapped me in a towel and sat me on the edge of the bath and dried my hair. It was very sweet. When he was done, he ordered me to bed. I’ll admit I was a tad disappointed when he wrapped me in his arms and demanded I get some sleep. I was hoping for round three.
I’m surprised I’m not feeling apprehensive about my doctor’s appointment later this morning. Maybe that will come after. Right now, I’d be lucky if I could remember my own name. Thanks to Carter and his magical tongue, I’m overwhelmed by the magnitude of feelings pulsing through me. If eating pussy was an Olympic sport he would win the gold medal, hands down.
He pushes two fingers inside me, hooking them to reach my G-spot, at the same time sucking my clit into his mouth. “Oh God yes,” I moan, pushing my hips up towards his face while my head sinks further back into the pillow. When he groans loudly, the vibrations sends me over the edge. My body convulses as my orgasm hits hard.
He’s smiling as he kisses his way back up my body, his eyes locked on mine. His bed hair is sticking up all over the place, but he still looks as gorgeous as ever. My heart starts to race as his lips meet mine. I’m overcome with love for this man. I wish I could tell him how I feel. I want him to know just how much he means to me, but I don’t want to scare him off.
I can’t lose him again.
“Can you be my alarm clock every morning?” I ask as my fingers smooth back his hair.
“If I could be between your legs every morning, I’d be a happy man,” he chuckles as his lips move along my jawline and down my neck.
“That could be arranged,” I say jokingly. Removing his mouth from me, he raises his head. His expression is serious as his eyes meet mine.
“Well arrange it,” he deadpans. I start to laugh. “What’s so funny?”
“You,” I say. “You know if you were to be between my legs every morning, we’d have to spend every night together.” Well I suppose he could always sneak in my window before dawn, but that’s going to be near impossible since he lives two hours away. I dread him going back home, but I don’t even want to think about that right now.
“And your point?” he replies, raising one of his eyebrows. Surely he can’t be serious. As much as I’d like to spend every night with him, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t want that. I thought he was joking, but the serious look on his face tells me he’s not.
I turn my head to the side. For some reason I’m suddenly finding it hard to meet his gaze. I don’t want to get my hopes up. This is Carter Reynolds we’re talking about. Mr. I-don’t-do-commitment.
“Hey,” he says, placing his finger under my chin and turning my face back towards his. “Wouldn’t you like to wake up with me every morning?” I can clearly hear the hurt in his voice. The uncertainty on his face tugs at my heart.
“Of course I would,” I reply, trying to reassure him. “I thought you were joking.”
“Well I’m not. I’m in love with you Indiana. I want this. I want us.” I feel the corners of my lips turn up. Did he just say he loved me?
“You love me?”
“I don’t just love you, sweetheart. You own me, completely. It’s crazy how much. I never thought anyone could make me feel like this, but fuck me, you do. You make me feel it all. I loved you when I walked away five years ago, and I’ve never stopped. It’ll only ever be you.” His hand comes up to brush the hair back off my face. Tears sting my eyes from his sweet words.
“I love you too, Carter,” I admit. My heart is singing right now knowing he feels the same way about me as I do him. I’ve never said that to a guy before. Well except my dad, but that doesn’t count. Carter’s face breaks out into a huge smile. Before I get to say another word, his mouth crashes into mine.
He nudges my legs open with his knee as he settles between my thighs. I can feel his erection pushing against my leg. His hand reaches out to the side while his lips remain on me. I know he’s feeling for the condoms he left on the bedside table last night.
When he retrieves it he pulls back, leaning on his haunches as he rolls it on. His eyes never once leave mine. “I can’t believe you love me,” he whispers. Well believe it. When he settles between my legs again, the smile I see on his face melts my heart. Despite what he thinks of himself, he’s an easy person to love. He laces his fingers through mine, pinning them above my head.
No words are spoken as he ever so slowly slides inside me. His lips meet mine as he gently rocks his hips forward. This time he doesn’t fuck me, he makes sweet and passionate love to me. He gives me every piece of him, and I do the same as our hearts merge as one.
I love him right down to the depths of my soul.
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We crawl out of bed an hour later. I feel like I’m floating. I’ve never felt this happy, this whole. Carter runs me a bath to soak in while he orders breakfast. He hasn’t stopped smiling since we’ve told each other how we feel. Being with him just feels so right. It always has. I know that’s why I never completely moved on. Why I couldn’t give myself fully to Mark. My heart has always belonged to Carter. It always will.
When I get out of the bath I wrap myself in a towel and pick up my crumpled dress off the floor. I guess I’m going to have to wear this home. We’ll have to call to the house on the way to my appointment. My stomach churns when I think about that. I pray that we’re going to get some good news today. Surely life couldn’t be that cruel. We’ve only just found each other again.
“Hey,” Carter says coming into the bathroom and snapping me out of my thoughts. “You okay?” His hands slide around my waist from behind as he places a soft kiss on my cheek.
“I’m fine,” I reply turning my head to meet his gaze. “We’re going to have to call to my place so I can get some clothes.”
“I packed some. They’re laying on the bed.”
“They are?” You can clearly hear the surprise in my voice.
“Uh huh,” he replies like he’s proud of himself.
“They better not be skimpy.” He chuckles at my comment.
“I did consider it, but I knew you had your appointment, so I packed jeans and a sweater thingy, or whatever you call them.”
“And underwear?”
“That too,” he says, turning me in his arms and planting a kiss on my nose. “Get dressed, breakfast has just arrived. I bought you a new toothbrush as well. It’s in the toiletry bag on the vanity. Oh, and some girly deodorant. Can’t have my girl stinky.” I release a small laugh, playfully punching him in the arm. I’ll give him stinky.
“Thank you,” I say wrapping my arms around his waist, squeezing him tight. “For everything.” I feel tears sting my eyes again. I’m feeling so overwhelmed right now.
It’s like this thing between us is too good to be true. I pray that’s not the case.
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