Page 74 of Between Now and Always

He reaches into his pocket and pulls a condom out.

“Lift up a little, baby,” he whispers when I do, he makes quick work of sheathing himself. His hands grip my hip and he pulls me down, a roguish smile on his face. His hand cups the back of my neck and he pulls my face to his, puts us nose to nose and holds my gaze with his while our bodies finally join in a timeless congress.

I’m slick with the evidence of Carter’s ability inspire me - body and soul. My body has to stretch to take the entirety of his thick length, I glide down - until he’s fully seated.

“Now, fuck your man,” he whispers he takes my mouth in a kiss that is achingly tender and yet so sensual and the long, languorous lick of his tongue match the rhythm I set when I start to move on him. The friction is unbelievably electric. I’d forgotten that anything could feel so good. I savor each up and down and moan into his mouth when he grinds up to meet me.

How could we ever have believed that being together like this could be wrong?

We’re perfectly made for each other. In every way.

With every thrust, his body declares its sovereign right to mine. I don’t how I survived without this. Because the only thing that seems certain right now is that if this ever ends, my heart and lungs won’t work anymore. I savor every delicious, slow slide, my body is lost in it.

He breaks our kiss, jolting me out of the voluptuous haze I was lost in.

His face is slicked with sweat, and his brows are furrowed and his face is tight as if he’s struggling for control

“What’s the matter?” I ask.

“I love you so much. I want you to remember that, because right now, I need more than this… your body is my home, and I’ve been locked out too long to be this polite about it,” he says in a rush, he says in a voice that’s as hard as his expression and before I can respond, he surges to his feet. Our bodies are still joined, his hands cup my ass and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

“I love you, too,” I tell him.

He nods in grim satisfaction, and walks across the room stopping when my back makes contact with the cool wood of the door. His hips press up, pressing deeper. He leans forward and pulls my lower lip between his teeth and bites the kiss swollen flesh.

I hiss at the surge bite of pain and the moan at the full body contraction that follows it.

“You like that,” he drawls,

“Do it again,” I slip my arms around his neck so he doesn’t have to strain to bring his mouth close to mine.

“Hold on to me,” he murmurs in my ear and then he lets go of me, holding me up with his hips, and freeing his hands to roam. He strokes my face, pushing wisps of hair off my cheeks and forehead.

“You’re more beautiful than anyone has the right to be, I’ve missed you so damn much,” He murmurs, as his hand slides down from my cheek and the back of my neck, gripping it hard before he starts to pound into me. Hard, unforgiving, unrelenting thrusts that impale me with the most sensual ferocity I’ve ever felt.

My breath leaves me in a stuttering exhale and my head drops to his shoulder. One of his hands snakes between my legs and his thumb rubs my clit in just the right place.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he rasps in my ear, never easing his pace, and I can’t take it.

“I’m coming apart, I’m breaking,” I sob as pressure builds like a cyclone in my core, and my heart races so fast, that I’m panting to keep from blacking out.

“You weren’t built to break, baby,” he huffs like he’s out of breath, but his powerful body moves with athletic grace he shows on stage.

His fingers, slick with my wetness reach around and slides in between the crease of my ass. He teases my puckered entrance before he slips two slick fingers inside.

My release explodes without warning, and I lose my grip on him. He slides his arms up my back and grabs my shoulders, presses his face into my neck and fucks me through my trembling orgasm, I cry out, calling his name, cursing as his teeth scrape over my neck, and sink into my shoulder.

“I’m coming and I don’t want to, but fuuuuuck,” his hoarse groan reverberates from his heaving chest to mine as we struggle to catch our breath.

My head falls back, and I look at him through half closed eyes.

His smile is pure, unfiltered satisfaction.

“You know why I love the piano?” he asks lazily.

“Yeah, but I can’t remember right now,” I murmur.

He pulls out of me and slips his hands under my knees, cradling me to his chest as he walks us back to the couch.

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