Page 27 of His Baby Her Gift

Carter hoisted Harlem up on the counter and moved in between her thighs. She reached out and unbuttoned his jeans. Harlem pushed them, along with his boxer briefs, down his hips low enough to reach inside and capture his cock in her hands.

Carter let Harlem take control. He didn’t mind as long as they ended up making love.

Harlem didn’t want to mess around with foreplay. She missed him and wanted to feel connected. Harlem guided Carter towards her entrance and slid the head of his cock against her swollen pussy lips.

“I want you so much, Harlem.” Carter was in agony. All he needed to do was move just a little, and he would be inside heaven.

Harlem was breathless and could barely speak. “I feel the same. I can’t wait any longer Carter . . . make love to me.” She scooted close to the edge of the counter and wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him even closer.

Carter didn’t waste a moment and took the opportunity to surge forward into her opening thrusting deeply. Once they were connected, nature took over.

Their lovemaking was intense. Carter plunged into her so deep that Harlem’s head fell backward from pure pleasure. He knew when he hit her spot because Harlem had a special kind of moan.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he filed away that knowledge.

He didn’t think he could go harder or deeper, but he managed to do precisely that. Over the past few days, Carter had thought about Harlem so much that he would have cum just from her touch or glance. He couldn’t hold on any longer.

He wanted her too much.

Harlem was on edge too. She felt a powerful orgasm building.

Carter reached his hand between her thighs and rubbed her button.

She detonated, seeing a million stars behind her closed eyes.

It took a minute for their breathing to return to normal. Carter kissed Harlem inside the soft curve of her neck.

Harlem sighed contentedly. “That was amazing.”

“If you enjoyed round one,” he lifted Harlem up into his arms without disconnecting their bodies and carried her to the bedroom. “Wait until round two.”

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Harlem’s naked body was pressed up against Carter’s. Her head lay on his chest. His heartbeat was so strong and steady. Harlem had never felt more loved than this moment of being cradled against his body.

Carter ran his hand up and down her arm, feeling as if he could finally exhale. Harlem felt like home–one he’d never had. Just being around her gave him a sense of peace and family. Words seemed too cheap for the moment. Instead, they both lay quietly basking in the afterglow of making love and each other.

Carter’s cell rang. It was still early afternoon on a Monday and could be work. He prayed it wasn’t Elaina. That woman always popped up at the wrong time, killing whatever vibe was going on between Harlem and him.

Carter kissed the top of her head. He groaned and spoke softly into her hair. “I can’t ignore it.” Carter leaned over and reached for his phone. “This is Carter?”

His body instantly stiffened. Gently, he untangled himself from Harlem’s body and sat up. “You’re here?”

Harlem sat up, too, pulling the sheet with her. She prayed to God it wasn’t Elaina. If it was her, Harlem’s newfound commitment was already going to be put to the test. Quietly, she listened to Carter, but he wasn’t saying much. His responses were more like grunts.

“I’ll buzz you in.” He disconnected the call. Then, dropped his chin to his chest and pinched the bridge of his nose.The hits just keep coming.It would take a few minutes for someone to drive from the gate to the house. That left him a little bit of time to get dressed before anyone came to the door.

“Who was that?” Harlem asked. “Was that Elaina?” She hated to even bring her name up.

“No. Worse,” Carter said as he got out of bed. He went into his walk-in closet to grab a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

“Worse? Unless that was Satan himself, not sure how anybody could be worse.”Damn. I need to control my mouth. I can’t talk about Elaina like that.Harlem slid out of bed and started to put her clothes on.

Carter came out of his closet, pulling a white tee over his head. He stopped. “What are you doing?”

Harlem looked confused. “I’m getting dressed?”

“Why?”

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