Page 84 of Fate

“You’re crazy, you know that?” I groan as he drags his teeth down the center of my belly and nips at the triangle of hair nestled neatly between my thighs. The action sends another spark of pain pleasure barreling through since I know exactly where he’s going to endup.

He kneels in front of me and lifts my leg up and onto the tile seat that runs across the back of the shower. “Crazy in love with you. And after the past two weeks of hell, I’m going to lose myself in your magnificentbody.”

I close my eyes, letting the words slip dreamily over my senses. There was a time in the not so distant past where I wouldn’t have believed a word of what he’s saying. Now I know better. He doesn’t see the scars as ugly or disgusting. He sees them as reminders of my survival. And because of them, I’m still here, about to be taken over completely by the man who loves me and will continue to do so until the end of time. I wholeheartedly embrace this to be fact, and the proof is growing within me. A piece of Carson and me. A child who will bind us together forever no matter what trials and tribulations life throws in our paths. We’ll handle them together.

Carson nips and sucks at the tender skin of my inner thigh, bringing me back to the moment. I open my eyes and glance down, curling my hand around his chin. I lift my hand and then run my fingers and nails over his scalp until he groans. His pupils dilate until there’s hardly any blue remaining. I cup the back of his nape and lead him toward my open center. He grins and places a hand on my opposite leg, running it up the back until he’s cupping my ass. He uses it as leverage and pulls me onto his mouth in a burst of fiery passion.

I cry out when his mouth covers the wet heart of me and his tongue dives deep. He alternates between lapping at my clit in hard presses and soft nips with his teeth to fucking me with his tongue. Shamelessly, I hold his head and grind against his face, allowing his nose and the scruff of his chin to penetrate me along with his talented mouth.

My second orgasm builds slowly, and I know it’s going to be a doozy. Just when I get acclimated to his ministrations, he changes it up, inserting two fingers deep, hooking and rubbing along that intense spot hidden inside. He focuses on my clit with his mouth, sucking hard and long until my entire body sizzles with heat. Ribbons of electricity shoot straight up my body, and I go rigid, readying for the mother of all orgasms tohit.

Just when the walls of my vagina start to flex and squeeze, Carson’s fingers and mouth leave my pussy, and I’m hauled up and flattened against the shower wall, where he drives deep. He’s as hard as a steel pipe and so thick. I moan and cling to him as though my very life depends on it, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin of his neck as his hips relentlessly slam againstme.

“Can’t get close enough.” He grinds his teeth as he tries to imprint himself on my body with his cock, hands, and mouth.

Our lovemaking is wild, savage, and so intense I have to blink back the stars shooting across my peripheral vision with the amount of pleasure roaring through everylimb.

It’s too much and not enough at the same time. “Baby, slow down, calm down. I’m right here.” I dig my fingers into his back hard enough to leave crescent-shaped imprints in the skin of his shoulders while I try to get his attention and bring him back from the carnal, animalistic place he’s slipped into. Under normal circumstances, I’d let him fuck the shit out of me, but this doesn’t feel right. He’s trying to substitute sex for his pain, and that’s not possible.

Carson’s body pins me up against the wall with his lower half, and his upper body shifts back. He cups my cheeks with both his hands. “I want to be closer,” he whispers against my mouth, our lips barely touching.

“I need to be closer to you.” He rests his forehead against mine, his body shaking with the physical strain of holding me against the wall and his need tocome.

“Honey, we’re as close as two people canget.”

“I want to be lost in you. I want it all to go away.” He presses his temple against mine and breathes into myneck.

The water is starting to get cold, and I shiver. “Let medown.”

Without even a glimmer of a fight or retort he pulls out, still hard as a rock, and lets me slide down his body until my feet touch the ground. I turn off the water, grab two towels, and dry us both efficiently and quickly. Carson is barely holding himself up, his posture and facial expression showing defeat.

Naked, I lead him to his bed—our bed, seeing that I haven’t left since being released from the hospital—and sit him back on it. “Getin.”

He does so instantly, the lost puppy within him taking instructions and following them to the letter. It kills me that my normally strong, opinionated, focused man has been beaten down to this level.

Needing to comfort him, I crawl on top of him. His cock, now resting between my thighs, is still firm but not as hard as it was in the shower. I grip the comforter and pull it over both of us. Then I lift, grasp his cock, and slide right downit.

Carson moans, his head going back, chest arching up. His hands fly to my hips, where he holds on as I slowly and rhythmically make love to him. Nice and easy. With mouth, tongue, and fingers, I kiss his neck, chest, and nipples, thumbing them while Imove.

“Kathleen…” He sighs and opens his eyes. They are filled with love and passion. Exactly what I need to see rightnow.

I lean forward and take his lips with mine. He opens his mouth immediately, welcoming me inside. Our tongues dance and swirl around one another playfully. Kissing Carson fills up the emptiness I’ve felt for the past ten days. His kiss makes my heart beat, bringing me back to life. While we kiss, I continue to ride him. Long drags up and slow impressions back down, grinding my clit against his pubic bone with every drive.

“You always know what I need,” he whispers, thrusting his hips and stirring his cock in titillating circles.

“Hmmm…” I hum, enjoying his participation.

I am surprised that he doesn’t take over. Usually when we reach the heights of our combined passion, he’ll flip me over and take me hard, but this time he doesn’t. He’s content to let me lovehim.

Once a fine layer of sweat builds on our skin, I pick up the pace, pulling up and slamming back down. With every jarring thrust, I grind down until eventually I’m bouncing on his cock, hands resting on his chest, and he’s pressing his hips into each downstroke.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I scream out, lifting my head to the ceiling, every muscle in my body tense and hyperfocused. As the base of my spine tingles, my sex clenches hard around his thick root, and I gooff.

Carson is right there with me, pushing up and grinding my hips down until he arches his body powerfully, elbows pressing into the mattress, and he plants himself deep and lets go. I dig my fingernails into his chest as my orgasm merges with his and his body locks around mine. He pulls me down flat against his body and wraps his arms around me. We both curve our heads into the other’s neck and breathe through the succulent aftershocks of our lovemaking.

“Now we’re close enough,” Carson says into my ear before tunneling his hand into my hair, where he grips at the roots and tugs to get me to lift my head. Then he’s kissing me. Long, luscious lip presses and tickling tongue flicks until we’re both breathless from the effort.

Eventually, we pull away, and I rest my head on his chest while he plays with myhair.

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