Chapter 17 - Veronica
Carter picked me up out of the tub as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my head against his shoulder as he set me down on my feet on the tiles. They must have been heated, because they were deliciously warm. He wrapped the fluffiest white towel I’d ever felt around my body, brushing my dripping hair over my shoulder as he ran his fingers along my jaw. He kissed me so tenderly it made my knees weak.
He dried me off as gently as he’d washed me. I was like putty in his hands. He’d dry my shoulders and lay a soft kiss over it, and then dry my breasts and do the same, all the way down to my legs. I grabbed another towel and wrapped it around his muscular body, and then he picked me up again and led me to the bedroom.
This hotel suite was bigger than my apartment. The bed was about as big as my entire bedroom back home. I sank down into the covers and he spread the towel open. His eyes darkened as he exhaled.
“You’re so beautiful, Vee,” he groaned.
I blushed, spreading my arms for him to come join me. He dropped his towel and laid himself over me, his skin still damp and sticky as his weight pressed me deeper into the soft bed.
When Carter brushed his lips against mine, a shiver of desire ran down my spine. I hadn’t seen this side of him yet: the tender, loving, gentle side.
It’s like he knew exactly what I needed after the ordeal at the hotel bar. He was kind, and soft, and loving. His strong, warm hands ran over my body and made me melt under his touch. When his fingers passed over my hip, I rolled them towards him. When they passed over my chest, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself against his strong body. When he reached between my legs and ran his fingers through my slit, I shivered and spread my legs for him.
We didn’t say much this time. Where before, Carter had urged me on with dirty words and rough commands, this time we communicated by look and touch and feel. He touched me softly, listening to my moans and gasps and responding to my body. He slipped his finger inside me as I shuddered, and then gently rolled it over my clit.
“Carter,” I sighed, closing my eyes and falling back into the pillows.
It felt too good. It was like his hands were everywhere at once, enveloping my body in his warmth and tenderness. He kissed my neck as his finger slipped in and out of me, growling into my ear as he played with my clit.
I could feel the hardness of his cock against my leg, and I wrapped my fingers around it. He peeled his body away from me to let me stroke his steel-hardened shaft. The heat and hardness of his cock sent a thrill through my body as I stroked him.
He matched my speed, caressing the space between my thighs and slowly, gently building the heat up in the pit of my stomach.
Before long, I was whimpering for his touch. I was trembling every time he moved, and stroking his cock with more and more urgency.
He kissed me, spreading my lips with his and as I let his tongue dip into my mouth. I tangled my free hand into the hair at the base of his neck, rolling my hips towards him as I stroked his cock with my other hand.
It was slow, but feverish at the same time. Our touch became more intense until I was panting with every touch. He leaned back on his elbow, watching my chest rise and fall as he barely touched my dripping wet pussy.
“Carter,” I said again. He dragged his eyes up to my face.
“Yeah, angel?” He asked.
“I want you,” I breathed. It was barely a whisper. I couldn’t make any noise, because the air in the room was too thick with desire. But even though my voice was hardly audible, Carter growled and shifted his weight. He rolled on top of me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Reaching between us, he positioned himself at my entrance and teased me with the tip of his cock.
“Carter,” I breathed again, arching my back and rolling my hips towards him.
He groaned again, rubbing the underside of his cock up and down my sopping wet slit. I shivered, moaning as I bit his shoulder. I squeezed my eyes shut as he cock continued to tease me until my whole body vibrated with desire.
“God, Vee,” he said into my ear. “I’m not even inside you and you feel so fucking good.”
“I know,” was the only reply I could manage.
Finally, the torture ended. He shifted his weight as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Slowly, inch by inch, he entered me. My opening stretched for him, sucking him inside as he pushed all the way in. When I felt his balls against me, I sighed contentedly.
“I’m yours,” I whispered.
“What’s that, angel?” Carter said, dragging his cock out of me until just the head was inside my lips.
“I said I’m yours. Completely.”
Carter lifted his head and looked me in the eye. His eyes were dark, low and intense as he stared at me. It felt like he was seeing all of me. He looked at me for a long moment and slowly, steadily, pushed his cock deep inside me.
I gasped.
“I know you are,” Carter finally replied with a groan. “You’re mine.”
And then it was like a storm breaking. Out bodies moved as one, rushing towards the epicenter of pleasure that swelled closer and closer as we crashed into each other. He dragged his cock in and out of me in long, deep, smooth strokes until I felt like I was riding wave after wave of pleasure.
I arched my back and rolled my hips towards him, leaving deep, red scratch marks down his back. He growled in my ear as my moans got louder with every movement.
Wrapping my legs around him more tightly, I rolled my hips and took him deeper. He growled.
“That sweet little pussy of yours is going to make me come.”
I gasped. Hearing his rough, manly voice turned me on more than I could say.
“So come, baby. Fill my pussy up with your cum.”
He moaned and his cock throbbed as he drove it in and out of me faster. I could feel him getting closer to orgasm just as I hurled towards the edge.
Then, we came. The instant his seed pumped inside me I was flying over the edge right alongside him. The pleasure coursed through me like a wave of heat rippling across my skin.
My orgasm crashed into me harder than ever as I screamed. Carter was growling into my ear as his body convulsed on top of me, splashing more and more of his white, sticky seed against my womb.
He didn’t stop until my own cries quieted down and my body relaxed. He stayed motionless on top of me, his cock still inside me as we rode out the aftereffects of our lovemaking.
“You’re mine,” he growled, brushing his lips against mine. “And I’m yours.”