“Christ, how could you have gotten more beautiful?”
He reached behind him to the doorknob, and her breath caught in her throat. Disappointed, she refused to show it, having just told him that if the kiss was all they shared, then she’d be happy. But seeing his hand on the doorknob, she realized she’d been lying.
His fingers slid just above the doorknob to the deadbolt where he twisted it shut. Eyes widening, her smile spread as his hand came back around her, holding her close.
“I’ll stay if you want.”
Lifting on her toes, she kissed along his jaw to where her lips were close to his ear. “I want.”
Faster than she thought a man his size could move, he bent and scooped her into his arms, stalking past the kitchen counter and into the bedroom. It was only a few steps, but she tucked her head underneath his chin with her arms wrapped around his neck and felt completely safe.
17
Carson loved the feel of Jeannie in his arms. There was something so right about being with her as those pieces of a puzzle he didn’t know he was working on just fell into place.
Her apartment was small, taking him only a few seconds to carry her from where they’d kissed by her front door to now standing next to her bed. When he’d told her that he wanted to do this right, he’d wanted to make sure she understood where he was coming from. He slowly released one arm, allowing her legs to slide down until her feet touched the floor while keeping her pressed against him. Cupping her face, he was held captive by her gaze, and he stood, just staring. When was the last time I’ve stared into someone’s eyes for more than a few seconds? Or wanted to prolong the act of coming together? Or wanted to make sure they felt something more than just a physical release? When was the last time I felt a desperate burn in my chest, hoping the other person felt the same intensity? Air rushed from his lungs as the answer hit him. Not as an adult… not like this… never.
Struggling to speak his feelings, he blurted, “I haven’t got a word to define what’s happening here, but you need to know that, for me, this is not just sex.”
Her tawny eyes lit as her lips curved. She reached up and traced the stubble on his jaw. “I feel the same. But just know that whatever happens after this, I have no regrets.”
Bending, he pressed his lips against her again, the soft flesh yielding underneath his. His hands skimmed down her sides, his thumbs barely gliding underneath her breasts before continuing their downward path, his fingertips slipping underneath her shirt. Finding her skin warm and soft, his hands now moved upward, dragging the material along with them. Lifting it over her breasts, his thumbs now circled her nipples through the satin of her bra before gently pulling the cotton T-shirt over her head, up her arms, and dropping it at their feet.
His gaze moved over her torso, her breasts seeming to strain against the line of lace at the top of her bra cups. His fingertips moved over the swells and dips before unhooking the front closure. Dragging the satin down her arms, his breath caught in his throat at the bounty before him. Full breasts tipped with dark, rosy nipples, the buds begging for his attention, he was more than happy to give her what she needed.
His thumbs circled her swollen flesh, and he was barely aware of her fingernails digging into his arms as her head fell back and a groan left her lips. Bending further, he sucked one nipple deep into his mouth before moving to the other, his thumbs hooking into her stretchy pants, dragging them downward along with her panties. She shifted from foot to foot until the material joined her T-shirt and bra.
Forcing himself to take a step back, her chin dropped as she mewed in protest, her gaze landing on his. He couldn’t believe he’d stopped, but, for a moment, he wanted to drink her in, admire every inch, memorize every curve. They’d met years ago for only a few minutes, but she’d stayed an image in the far reaches of his mind, never believing he’d ever meet her again. And now that he knew she was just as kind, just as special, and even more beautiful than he remembered, he didn’t want to think about them being separated again.
While he was lost in admiration, it appeared she’d grown tired of waiting. Her fingers grasped the bottom of his shirt, and she worked it up over his torso, bending to drag her tongue along his abs, up his chest, licking each nipple. He hissed at the sensation, offering a pretend glare when she laughed. Grabbing the back of his shirt, he jerked it over his head, no longer willing to take it slow. Her fingers were already at his belt buckle, and he forced his body to still as she released his cock. Now, the hiss came from her, and he grinned at her appreciation.
Her hand encircled his girth, her thumb gliding over the tip, gently spreading the drop of pre-cum. He wouldn’t have been surprised if his eyes had rolled back in his head, and he reached out to grab her arms, pulling their bodies flush together, his lips pressed against her forehead.
Walking forward, he backed her a few feet to where she easily sat on the side of her bed. Stepping away to gain control before he embarrassed himself by coming too quickly, he shucked his boots and socks, jeans, and boxers, snagging a condom from his wallet. During the process, her gaze roved over his body, but what struck him was that her beautiful eyes lit when they stayed on his face.
Moving closer, he placed his hands on her shoulders again and gently pushed her back while kneeling on the floor between her legs. With his shoulders between her thighs, he stared for a moment at her sex, the glistening folds giving evidence to her arousal, the scent filling his nostrils. Touch, sight, smell… all of his senses were firing, and he couldn’t wait to taste. Moving again, he licked her folds, immediately drawing moans from her. Her hips began to move when he placed one hand on her stomach to help hold her still while he feasted. When he felt she was close, he pressed a finger deep inside, searching for the hidden spot while sucking on her clit.
Her body tightened, and in a few seconds, she cried out, her fingers fisting the bed covers. He lapped her juices, loving the pleasure he’d given while reveling in the satisfaction he’d received. As her body slowly relaxed, he stood and stared down at the beauty on display for him. Offered to him. And a vow pierced straight through his heart: I’ll keep you safe. Always.
Her eyes blinked open, and she smiled, lifting her hands in invitation. Ripping the foil, he rolled the condom over his erection. With his hands under her armpits, he scooted her further up on the bed before crawling over, positioning himself between her thighs. His cock nudged her entrance, but he waited, his body held aloft with his hands planted on either side of her.
Her brow scrunched in question, and he said, “I need you to say it. I need you to tell me what you want.”
Understanding dawned, and she nodded, saying, “I want you, Carson. I choose you. For as long as you want me. I trust you.”
Humbled by her words, he bent slowly, their lips meeting, a slow kiss filled with unspoken vows, memories released, and futures hoped for. His cock slid into her sex, slowly giving her a chance to become accustomed to the joining of their bodies. She stretched around him, her inner muscles clenching, and the velvet glove felt like heaven.
Kissing along her cheek, his head rested next to hers, and he began thrusting, fighting the desire to plunge deeper and deeper. Slowly, their speed increased, and she lifted her feet, wrapping her ankles around his waist, urging him on. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm of their movements, and he bent to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking before kissing his way over to the other.