And that feeling.... There was nothing like it.
“You need me to stop, you say stop. I’ll do it immediately. Okay.”
At my nod, he lined his cock up at my entrance, and then he said, “Darling, eyes on me.”
Once I had my eyes locked with his, he slowly entered me.
I watched his eyes as he pulled out and then pushed forward.
He gritted his teeth, “Fuck. Tight. Fucking perfect.”
He pulled out, and then back in a little more, and he repeated that process.
Filling me up, so full, a fullness I’ve never known before.
It took everything I had, trying to battle the need, the want, to close my eyes and revel in the euphoric sensations I was feeling, but I did it.
My eyes clashed with his, and I knew, knew that had I closed my eyes, I wouldn’t have seen the heat in his oceanlike eyes. The want, the crave, but most importantly, the love.
A kind of love that I’ve only seen twice in my lifetime.
The love that Frank had for Misty.
And the love my parents shared.
And I wanted it. Needed it. Craved it.
But only with Carter.
Only ever with him.
He pulled out, and then slowly pushed his way back inside of me, making love to my body, showing me what was deep inside of him.
Words weren’t needed.
I had read that in a romance book.
When true love was at stake, words were never needed.
Just like now.
Just like tonight.
And just like the very moment I fell in love with Carter.
He started moving a little faster, and I saw it.
The strain his muscles were dealing with.
The tightening of his jaw.
And at that sight, I whispered, “Carter, stop holding back.”
He shook his head, “I do that. I hurt you. Never fucking do that.”
I looked into his eyes, lifted my hand and wrapped it around his neck, and said, “The Only way you hurt me is if you're in pain. So, stop holding back. All of you. Remember?”
His eyes drilled into mine, and then he nodded, “All of me. All of you.”
