Page 15 of Carlos: Trilogy: Part Two

Quick as a flash, Carlos released his hold on her hair. He placed his hands behind her knees and took her legs out from under her. Zoe landed, bouncing, on her back on the mattress. Her legs still in his hands, he widened them to step between as he pulled her butt to the edge of the bed.

“You are without a doubt the most erotic woman I have ever had the pleasure of making love to.” He took his sheathed cock in hand, rubbing the head through her wet folds. Zoe moaned as he stroked over her engorged clit. “If I have my way, Zoe, you’ll be the last woman I’ll ever make love to.”

Declaration stated, he plunged into her wet core. Zoe cried out as he stretched her before slapping a hand over her mouth, conscious of the fact that his mother and her son were in rooms nearby.

Carlos draped her legs over his shoulders, nearly bending her in two, as he fell forward onto the mattress. His hands by her waist, he thrusted his cock inside her again and again. Faster and more powerful than their previous times, this was not lovemaking as he’d called it, but down and dirty fucking.

Zoe felt her orgasm start as her inner muscles clenched around him. He hadn’t even touched her clit and she was already coming.

Carlos swiped her hand away from her mouth, collapsing on top of her so he could claim her lips as surely as he claimed her body. He swallowed her screams. She felt him grow inside her and knew he was following her right over the edge.

Perhaps both of them were falling harder than they were prepared to admit.

Not having a bathroom readily available and not willing to journey naked across the hall where a potential audience could catch him, Carlos pulled the used condom off his softening cock and tied it off. He balled it into a clump of tissues before tossing it into the trash. Then he picked up his pajama bottoms to clean Zoe between her legs. He had wet wipes in his drawer, but for some reason liked the idea of cleaning her with his clothes.

The image of his cum, leaking from her core overtook his sight for a moment. The idea of not just taking her bare but breeding her… Of her swollen and luscious with his baby…

Carlos had to shake the image from his head. That reality, if it was even a possibility at all, was very far off in the future. Zoe had had a hard pregnancy with Kyle. Or, rather, she’d had a hard experience getting pregnant. Her husband’s abuse had started due to her inability to conceive right away. While that could have been just as much the man’s fault as it was hers, Carlos had no doubt her husband had placed the blame solely on her shoulders.

He would never do that. Regardless of how much he wanted to see her pregnant with his baby, it was no excuse to beat her.

Carlos easily maneuvered a lax Zoe up to the head of the bed. He scooted in behind her, spooning her smaller form, and pulled the covers over them. As great as he felt post-orgasm, it was time they talked. They couldn’t use sex to avoid their issues.

No matter how tempting an idea it was.

He rubbed his fingers gently up and down her left arm and shoulder. She shivered, but he didn’t think it was from the cold.

“Why didn’t you come to bed last night?” He kept his voice low, making sure there was no way she could place anger in his tone.

He wasn’t angry. Not really. Disappointed and worried more than angry. He was angrier at himself for not having seen what was bothering her so he could fix it.

“In all honesty, it wasn’t my intention to spend the night away from you.” Carlos moved her curls over so he could see her profile more clearly as she answered. “I did hesitate to leave Kyle. I was…ashamed of how I acted at the pizzeria, but it also brought up some concerns. I was thinking, lost track of time, and eventually fell asleep with him. I am sorry, Carlos. I wasn’t trying to stay away.”

“Are you glad you did?”

Her hesitation was answer enough. Still, she said, “In a way and probably not for the reason you think.”

“And what reason do I think?” he asked, not liking the assumption of his thoughts.

“That I wanted to stay away from you. That I was afraid of you or didn’t want to face you.”

All right, he had to give her that one. He had been thinking those were her reasons. “And what was the real reason then?”

“It gave me perspective, I think. When I was drifting off last night, I was thinking we were moving too fast. I was actually second-guessing moving in here with you.” Carlos stiffened at her words. She reached behind herself and gripped his bare hip with her small hand. “I don’t,” Zoe clarified. “It was only an errant thought. I don’t regret it, Carlos, I promise.”

That was great to hear, but still… “What made you question it in the first please?”

“Time. Or, rather, the lack of time.” Zoe turned around to face him. Not liking the space now between their naked bodies, Carlos hooked one leg over her hip and rested his arm around her back. Her cheeks pinkened beautifully as his dick started to wake back up, even though only minutes had passed since they’d made love.

Zoe cleared her throat. He loved how one minute she could be a sexy vixen rolling a condom down his cock with her mouth and the next she acted like a shy, blushing bride. He found the contradiction enticing and, if he was being honest, encouraging.

“Can you bear with me for a second? No interruptions. I want to make sure I explain this correctly.”

He nodded.

The fact that she wasn’t looking away from him was reassuring that, though she might struggle to find the right words, he was going to want to hear what she had to say. “For six years, I thought I was in love with a man because he had family money, standing in the community, and a respectable job. I know that I did love him, or I wouldn’t have married him. Take away the mental and physical abuse, I can’t see that I was so blind as to marry a man I did not love.

“But here’s the thing I’m struggling with. It pales in comparison.” She lifted her hand to cup his scruffy face. “Carlos, I’ve known you less than a week and you mean more to me than he ever did. It’s like…you quiet the voices and he created them.” She shook her head, scoffing at herself. “That makes me sound insane.” Carlos chuckled softly but did not speak as she’d requested. “I feel more safe, more loved in your arms than I ever did in his. I know it’s not fair to compare the two of you, because he’s nowhere close to your league, but there will always be that comparison. It’s there in my head.”

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