Emma
Carter wrapped his arm around my waist and led me back to my door. When I fumbled with the keys, he took them from me and unlocked the deadbolt. After escorting me inside, he closed the door behind us, flipped on a light and walked me to the couch. I sat down with a heavy sigh.
Maybe I did need food. Or a reality check. Everything felt like it was spinning out of control.
A few days ago, I’d been confident and ready to move on with my life, ready to leave my obsession with Carter behind.
Now, he was on his knees on my living room floor. On his knees! His hands rested on my thighs, as if he owned them, their heat burning away the fog in my brain and turning it into something else.
“Carter,” I whispered.
Tempted beyond all reason, I opened my legs slightly, eager to feel him between them even as I hated myself for being weak.
No. I didn’t need food. I needed Carter to touch me, make me feel alive and real and loved. Not this scared, shell-shocked version of myself too afraid to believe a word coming out of his mouth.
I was in love with Carter. Had been for months. And hearing him talk about forever so casually, when I knew he couldn’t possibly be sincere…well…it broke me a little. Broke my heart.
“You should go.” I loved him, but I wasn’t an idiot. I knew the score when he slept with me the night before. I'd been a virgin and he wanted to be the one to pop my cherry. Fine. I got it. For some weird reason, men liked to be first. Whatever. A random guy from the bar would have been long gone by now. But Carter, he didn’t have to mess with my head like this.
“No. I’m not going anywhere until you listen to me.” His words were just as insistent as his hands on my thighs.
I shook my head and pulled myself together. Closing my legs, I lifted my head and stared right at him. I let him see just how much he was hurting me with his games. “Just… just go, Carter. This isn’t funny anymore.”
“I’m not joking.” Carter reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a small, black velvet ring box. “Marry me, Emma. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for months. You’re the only woman for me. I want you. I want you to be the mother of my children. I want to be yours. Not just for one night, Emma. Forever.”
I stared, stunned, until he opened the ring box and turned it to me. Inside was the most beautiful diamond solitaire I’d ever seen.
Blinking slowly, I looked from the ring to his face, saw the sincerity, the need, the love. I felt the first tear burn its way down my right cheek and I dashed it away with shaking fingers, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“Say, yes.”
“You want me?” I squeaked. “But I'm so much younger. I'm completely inexperienced and you're… you're—”
“Old?” he asked.
I shook my head. Yes, he was older than me, by a decade. I knew his birthday as readily as I knew my own. It didn't matter to me.
“You're so worldly and experienced, not just in sex, but in life.” I lifted my hand and waved it in front of me as I spoke. “I'm just starting out. Why would you want someone like me?”
I couldn’t stop my gaze from roaming his face, his chiseled chin and strong jaw, the heat in his eyes.
“I wanted you before I knew you were a virgin. When I found out you were innocent, untouched…” He shuddered, his gaze never leaving mine. “Knowing I'll be the only one to claim you, the only man to ever be in that sweet pussy of yours, makes me so fucking hard. I want every gasp of pleasure you ever make, every scream, all the wetness between your legs to belong to me.”
I felt hot all over. My nipples tightened and my panties were ruined. For nearly a year I’d never seen this side of Carter. He’d been all business, cold and professional. The heat he poured on now was melting all of my circuits. Controlled, calculating Carter was sexy as hell. But caveman Carter was damn near impossible to resist. The way he looked at me made my body ache, desperate for his cock. Desperate for him.
“I can see it in your eyes, sweetheart. You want me, too.”
I did. Oh, God. I did.
I couldn't deny it any longer. He'd come to the bar for me and given me the most amazing sex of my life. I'd been the one to walk away, to leave him alone in his king sized bed. He hadn't loved 'em and left 'em. I had. I'd used him while he'd wanted more. Yet here he was. He’d come to my house, brought me flowers at work, asked me out to dinner like a gentleman and then told me he wanted to fuck my brains out, the words like pouring gasoline on a raging fire. And the ring. Hell, yes, I wanted him. Forever?
Absolutely. “I love you, Carter.”
He groaned at the three simple words and rose to take my chin in his hand. “About damn time I hear you say it.” He placed a slow, soft kiss on my lips and I melted. “I love you, Emma. Marry me.”
I still couldn't believe it. His actions backed his words, but still… “You love me?”
“I’ve been trying to tell you, but you’re damn stubborn.”
I laughed as he took my left hand and slid the ring onto my ring finger. It fit perfectly.
When it was in place, Carter didn’t let go of my hand, and he didn’t get up off his knees. He stared at me and I couldn't look away.
“Emma? Will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
Of course.
I threw myself in his arms. He caught me and I crushed my lips to his, eager to feel him hard and hot and real. God, this was real! He was mine.
We didn’t make it off the rug. I wanted to feel him, kiss him, fuck him, but my bed was too far away. I tugged at his shirt until I got him bare chested, pulling his undershirt off over his head. I threw it and reached for the hem of my own shirt, pulling it off.
Carter laughed at my eagerness, so different than the night before, but he didn't stop me. In fact, he helped. He had my bra unsnapped in seconds and I threw it behind me as his mouth dropped to first one nipple then the other, teasing me.
I gripped his hair and cried out at the hot pull.
I frowned when he stopped, a dark, needy bitch rising up from deep within. She’d been hibernating for a long, long time. Years. But Carter’s touch woke her up, and now she was greedy. She wanted more, more kisses, more touching, more Carter, naked and bossy and pumping into her with that wild look on his face.
“Carter?”
He lowered his head to my belly and placed a gentle kiss there, looked up at me through his thick lashes. “I’m going to fuck you, Emma. I want to be bare inside you, but I don’t know if you’re ready for what I want.”
I was pretty sure I knew where this was going, but I had to ask anyway. “What do you want?”
Both of us kneeling, he pulled me forward, chest to chest and looked down into my eyes. “I want to fuck you until you scream. I want you raw. I want to feel every hot inch of your pussy stroking my hard cock.”
“Yes.” I wanted that, too. I wanted to feel him, no barrier between us.
“I want my baby growing inside you.”
I froze, my body heated with the very idea. “Carter, I’m—”
He shushed me with kisses. “Not yet. I know you aren’t ready. But soon.”
I nodded. Soon was okay with me. But not tonight. “I’m on the pill for cramps.” Reaching for the buckle of his pants, I smiled. “No condom, Carter.”
Carter let me get his pants unbuckled, but that was the end of his control. Jumping to his feet, he stripped off the rest of his clothes while I knelt before him, mesmerized. This gorgeous, perfect man was mine. All mine.
And I wanted, wanted the cock that bobbed right in front of my face. I wanted to taste him, to lick that pearly drop from the tip.
Grinning, I shifted forward and took the base of his cock with one hand and a firm grip. Before he could get away from me, I sucked him into my mouth until my lips touched my fingers and worked him with my lips and tongue, sliding back and forth, over and over as I lifted my other hand to stroke his balls. I'd never done it before, but that didn't mean I didn't know what to do, or at least the basics.
From the way he groaned, the way his cock jerked in my hold, I knew I was doing something right. When his fingers gripped my hair, he wouldn’t let me have my way for long.
“Enough.” Carter pulled away and lifted me to stand before him.
“I love you.” I had to say it. I was practically overflowing with the strength of my emotion. I'd felt it for so long and now I could tell him, show him.
“You’re dangerous.”
I loved the sound of that. I might be new to the bedroom, but I wanted to please Carter in every possible way. My oral skills were a good start.
Carter stripped my yoga pants in one smooth motion and helped steady me as I stepped out of them. Both naked now, I was shocked when Carter lay down on his back and pulled me on top of him. “Ride me. I won’t last if I fuck you the way I want to. Besides, I want to watch you, see those perfect breasts bounce as you take your pleasure. I want to see your face when you take me deep.”
Girl on top. Yes. I wanted to try that. I wanted to try everything.
Straddling his hips, I reached between us and placed the head of his hard cock at my wet entrance. Slowly, so slowly I sank down on top of him until my bottom rested on his thighs.
We both moaned. I’d never been in this position, and he was so big, so deep. He filled me up and I welcomed the ache, the twinge of pain that reminded me of how hard and fast he’d filled me last night. I wanted that again. More. I needed more.
“Shit. It's so good. I've never done this, Emma. Never gone bare with anyone before. You're my first, too. You're so hot, I can feel every wet inch of you.”
His fingers dug into my hips as he practically lifted me with his arms so that only the tip of his cock was still inside me, before pushing me back down. I helped after that, rising and falling onto his cock with jolts of pleasure that made me cry out.
“Ride me, Emma. Fucking ride me.”
Moving with more confidence, I shifted, grinding my clit against his belly one minute, lifting completely off him the next to move down his length in a slow, wet glide. When I slammed down, taking him fast and deep, he groaned and lifted his hands to my nipples, playing, teasing, making me groan as he pinched and plucked the sensitive tips.
“Carter.” My eyes fell closed, my head tipped back, giving over to him, to what we shared.
I loved this position, but I couldn’t get there. I needed him, so I whimpered.
“I got you.” His right hand stayed on my breast, but his left dropped to my clit and rubbed in hard, fast motions as I continued to lift and lower myself, fucking him.
Faster and faster I moved until my orgasm stole my breath and Carter’s control. He flipped me onto my back and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he fucked me hard and deep. His entire body was hard as granite above me, his face strained as he pounded into me with a wild fury I’d never seen from him before.
His rhythm pushed me over again, and this time he followed me, his hot seed spurting inside me for the first time.
“Mine. You’re mine.” Carter dropped his forehead to mine and stared into my eyes. “I love you, Emma.”
I kissed him over and over, telling him with my touch and my body how much he meant to me. I kissed him until he grew hard again and he could take me slow and easy, our hands locked together along with our lips.
“I might have been your first, sweetheart, but you are my last. My only.” His dark gaze held mine and I saw everything I needed in his eyes. Everything. I saw forever.