Carey

 

Carey and Owen were all over each other the instant they arrived back at his place. Their lips locked onto one another’s, and their hands eagerly ran over every inch of the other’s body.

 

“I missed you so much,” said Carey through their kisses, her hands slipping up Owen’s shirt and over his taut muscles.

 

“You have no idea,” said Owen, his voice gruff as he kissed her along her neck in the manner that never failed to drive her wild.

 

“But this … all of this is just … I don’t know.”

 

“We’re together now,” Owen said, his voice calm and reassuring. “Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together.

 

“I know, but I just—”

 

Owen shut her up with another kiss.

 

“Not another word,” he said, looking deep into her eyes.

 

Carey kissed him hard again, her hand running over the bristly stubble of his shaved head.

 

“I love you,” she said breathlessly.

 

“I love you, too,” said Owen, holding her close.

 

They kissed like it was the first time and the last time all at once. Passion braced their every touch. Carey’s heart pounded at a steady pulse, and she knew that she wanted, needed, more.

 

Owen seemed to have read her mind. Scooping her off of her feet in the way that Carey loved, Owen carried her to his bedroom and laid her down gently on top of the bed. Her finger in her mouth, Carey gazed up at the man who towered over her. At that moment, she realized just what she’d been missing over the last few weeks. Carey had never known a man like Owen before, and as her eyes traced over his muscles, settling on his gorgeous face, she knew that no man would ever compare.

 

She watched as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. Carey felt herself grow wet as her eyes lingered on his sculpted torso. She knew that she needed that body on top of her right at that moment. Taking off her own shirt, Carey’s chest heaved as her blood raced through her veins.

 

Then, Owen descended upon her. He pulled her into his embrace, making her feel small and protected and aroused and thrilled all at the same time. They kissed more, Owen’s hands working on her bra strap and undoing it with his usual expert skill. Once her bra was off, Owen brought his lips down to her breasts, kissing and licking her nipples in the manner Carey loved. Owen knew just how to turn her on, to make her hot as hell, all without asking. He seemed to be able to read her mind, to know just what she needed before she needed it. As he sucked her breasts, the sensation sending chills of delight up her spine, she knew that she needed more.

 

Owen quickly pulled off her pants, leaving her in nothing but her skimpy blue thong. As he disrobed her, Carey went to work on the rest of Owen’s clothes. As she pulled down his boxer-briefs, his enormous cock springing out, she couldn’t believe herself when she heard that same surprised gasp sound from her mouth.

 

“You’d think that was the first time you saw it,” said Owen, a sly, sexy smirk on his face.

 

“It’s just … always kind of a surprise.”

 

He locked his lips onto hers before another word could be said. As they kissed, Carey took Owen’s cock into her hand and stroked it as Owen slipped two fingers inside of her. She moaned long and hard as he entered her, the wet slickness of her arousal making his movements and effortless glide. Carey jerked his cock harder and harder, her anticipation building by the moment as he coaxed waves of delight from her pussy with his skillful touch. They sighed and moaned together as they stimulated one another, their bodies writhing in perfect synchronicity.

 

Just as always, Owen anticipated her desires. Just when the pleasure in her began to build to an almost intolerable boil, he moved his body until he was on top of her, Carey’s legs spread open before him. She sensually dragged a finger across her wet mouth, her eyes narrowing in eager anticipation. Her gazed flicked down to his cock, which hung heavy and thick only inches away from her sex. Reaching down, she took hold of it and guided it slowly, so slowly, inside of her.

 

“Ohhh,” she moaned as he slipped into her inch by inch.

 

Owen’s cock was always a thrill, but the events of the last few weeks had had the effect of making her desire of him being inside of her a need that she could no longer deny. She watched Owen’s gorgeous face tighten into a grimace of pleasure as he entered her. Carey realized the feeling of desire was much more than mutual.

 

Once he was fully buried inside of her, Carey placed her hands on his ass, squeezing his flesh tightly as she savored the feeling of fullness that his cock always gave her. But once a moment or two had passed, Owen began to move inside of her, pumping his prick into her over and over again. It felt so good that Carey could hardly stand it. Her hands moved along the narrow lines of his hips, taking in the tight, hard texture of his muscles as he drove into her with slow, deliberate movements.

 

Carey continued to writhe and moan under his massive body, squirming from the ecstasy that rushed through her and obliterated her senses. She could focus on nothing, think about nothing other than the feeling of his cock inside of her, sliding in and out of her body. Owen gazed down at her with those piercing blue eyes, and she realized that there was no place that she would rather be than under him, his eyes on her, her pussy packed full of his cock.

 

Soon, the pace of his thrusting built and built until he was pounding her like she’d never been fucked before. Her moans turned to screams, and throaty grunts sounded out from deep within Owen’s chest.

 

Sweat began to glisten on his chest as he bucked into her. Carey moved her hands along his muscles as he fucked her, watching the sensual lines of his cut abs and toned arms flex, tense, then release over and over again. She felt an orgasm build inside of her, one that she’d been craving for the last several weeks, one that she needed more than her next breath.

 

And then it arrived. The explosion of pleasure started small and intense, like a pinprick of unbelievable erotic force deep inside of her that expanded by the second. Soon she was in the throes of sexual delight, screams and pants slipping from her lips as the orgasm took hold of her like a wild animal. She wrapped her legs tight around Owen’s hips, guiding him into her in just the way she wanted, each thrust of his prick pushing her more and more past the limits of erotic bliss.

 

Owen came as she did, shooting himself into her and grunting hard as he did. With a series of slow, controlled pumps, he drained his cock inside of her as his face tightened from the power of his orgasm.

 

Soon, his thrusts slowed and their orgasms faded. Once they’d finished, Owen rolled over onto his side, his hand coming to a rest on the flat, sweat-slicked flesh of Carey’s stomach, slightly rounded from the pregnancy. He dragged his fingertips over her body, a smile forming on Carey’s lips as he caressed her. They lay like that for a time, taking in the sweet joy of one another’s company.

 

“Carey, Carey,” he said. “My little Annie Oakley. What am I gonna do with you?”

 

His question brought her abruptly back into reality. She knew that as much as she wanted nothing more than to pass the rest of her life in this tiny bedroom, wrapped in Owen’s strong arms, it simply wasn’t an option. A life was outside of the walls of his apartment, and the more she ignored it, the harder it would come charging in.

 

As soon as Owen pulled her close, however, the concerns of the outside world slipped away. She felt peaceful and safe in his arms, and though her troubles were many, she began to feel as though if she had Owen at her side, no problem could stand in their way.

 

“What’s … what’s next for us?” she asked, looking up into his eyes. “We can’t hide out in here forever.”

 

“I’m afraid that’s your call, little lady,” he said. “I tried to live without you and it didn’t do me a damn bit of good, so you know where I stand on the issue. I don’t even mind that you ran for the hills when things got rough—we can work through things like that. But you’re the ones with the obligations. I can’t make this decision for you.”

 

Carey nodded, realizing that he was right. And the baby in her belly, the one that she still hadn’t told him about, made matters all the more complicated. She knew that she didn’t have a moment to waste figuring out just what to do.