“Not a sexist pig, like it sounds like your date was, but not a nice person either. Not like you.”
She smiles at my compliment, looking like I’ve touched her deeply. With that expression on her face, all I want to do is track down the man who upset her and punch him hard in the face, make him realize what he’s done… but then if he was nicer to her then perhaps, she wouldn’t be here with me now, maybe he did me a favor.
I reach out my finger and lightly stroke it down her cheek, loving the way she shivers under the weight of my touch. There’s also an adorable pinkness staining her face. She’s so sweet, so pretty, so lovely… and not nasty at all. I was wrong, and my mother was right… not that I will ever tell her that.
She tilts her head up towards me, her eyes glazed over with what I think is desire. I lean closer, desperate to kiss her. But I wait for just a moment, enjoying this gorgeous moment of anticipation before we dive in to something exciting and new. Yes, she’s right. It might get complicated, but I’m sure it will be worth it.
I rest my forehead against hers and look lovingly into her eyes, adoring every inch of her.
But then I can’t remain in this moment of anticipation for any longer. I need to connect with her. So, I close the gap between us and I kiss her. The way that our lips connect this time is different, it’s fuller, it’s wonderful. My hand hooks around the back of her waist, I pull her closer to me, I hold her tight and deepen the kiss. My tongue darts between her lips and she lets me in willingly. This time, it’s really her and it’s really me, and that makes it so much better.
22
Raelyn
The kiss makes my heart race so much faster, it’s
so wonderful, so delicious that I never want it to end. His ex-wife isn’t in the picture anymore, and it doesn’t matter how beautiful she is, she treated him like shit and cheated on him. Of course, he wouldn’t go back there. And he actually seems to like me as well which is amazing.
All the arguments against this still stand, it’s still very complicated, but I want it so very bad.
It feels so good to finally be open about what happened. About the date, about his past, about all of it. I love knowing who he is, I adore him knowing who I am too, it feels incredible to have gotten to this place. So happy.
“You are so sexy.” He grabs my waist and spins me around, so it’s my back against the wall. I hit the cold, hard brick wall hard, but it does nothing to calm down the deep pulsing pounding at my core.
“Sexy?” I giggle girlishly and toss my head back, my hair flickering everywhere. “I don’t know about that.”
“Hmm, yeah you are.” He buries his face into my exposed throat and kisses me. Every so often, the kiss becomes a lick or a gentle nibble, which feels utterly incredible. I have gone from down deep in the ground, to soaring high in just a few short moments, all because of this wonderful man. “So fucking sexy.”
My hands run all over him and an involuntary moan escapes my throat as I feel those wonderful muscles of his. He has this incredible body that I just want to hold forever. Strong and powerful. Sexy as hell. I tug his shirt up a little and feel underneath, not even caring that we’re getting quite frisky out here in public where anyone could see us. I don’t even think I’d care if someone walked around that corner right now. I wouldn’t be able to stop. Not when Carter’s hungry fingers are slowly travelling down my body to search me.
He’s searching for something, trying to find the core of me, and I’m desperate for him to find it. To find me.
I arch my back and roll my hips into him, showing him just how I feel. Even if this moment is far more serious than anything that’s ever come before, it’s still very sexually charged. Full of passion, drenched with desire.
My head lolls to one side and my eyes fall closed as he tugs on the waistband of my underwear, begging for entrance. I probably shouldn’t let him in, not while we’re here in public, but I’ve lost all control. My rational thoughts have shut right down and I’m becoming a slave to the sensations tearing through my body. The wonderful, buzzing, fluttering, flapping sensations bursting and exploding inside of me.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp out, my eyes snapping closed to block out the world. “Oh, Carter.”
His fingers crawl through my public hair tantalizingly slowly. He’s teasing me, I can hardly stand it. I want to raise myself higher, to ensure that he connects with my core as soon as possible, but I try my utmost to be patient, to wait for him, even if it kills me. And finally, my patience pays off. His finger traces along my slit, and he lets out a guttural groan as moves his finger. He loves feeling just how wet I am for him.
“Oh, Raelyn, you have no idea what you do to me.”
I don’t get the chance to answer him because he plunges into me then, sending my head spinning. His fingers explore me, massage me, graze my walls until I’m shuddering. There’s already a pressure of heat building in the pit of my belly, and that can only go one way. I’m steaming towards the edge already.
“Oh fuck, Raelyn,” he gasps as he hints for my clit. “I love to see you fall apart.”
He might as well have just told me that he loves me, the effect that his words have on me. The fog fills my brain, it’s heady and full of lust. I love it. I cling to him, I grip onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. I need him to keep me upright, because right now, the way that he’s turned my legs to jelly means I could easily collapse in a heap on this dirty, dusty floor. It will be a walk of shame enough; I don’t want to make it worse.
“Carter,” I pant, loving the way that his name feels on my lips. “Carter, Carter…”
His fingers push into me again and his thumb works my clit. The combination of sensations is too much for me. I reach the peak of the mountain, my body stiffening under the pressure, and then I fall. I tumble over the edge. I scream and cry out far too loudly as I tumble down the hill, through the intense, crashing sensations. My bones shatter, my body crumbles, I melt completely. I’m a puddle in Carter’s hands, just where I need to be.
The pleasure is intense and powerful, it’s almost more than anything that came before. There’s more in it, we have a lot more on the line now, and it’s wonderful. It’s absolutely everything.
“Oh, Raelyn,” he rasps while kissing me over the top of my head. “You are amazing.”
My breaths are hacking and desperate, my lungs are ragged and painful, but the post orgasmic bliss is so powerful and intense, I love it. I wrap my arms tightly around him and I pull myself against his chest. His heart is pounding as furiously as mine, he seems as worked up as I am and I haven’t even touched him yet…