Page 93 of Between Now and Always

She grabs my hips and shoves my sweatpants down.

I back up until my legs hit the bed. I sit, with her straddling me on her knees. Her head drops on to my shoulders and she presses hot kisses to my collar bone and my neck.

Her hair falls over us, shrouding me in the heady scent of her. She’s wearing the perfume I bought her that day – and I’ve enjoyed saying I told you so, every time I catch her with her nose pressed to her wrist. It smells the way you’d expect a sun drenched tropical paradise. My feelings for her had reached a crescendo that day and it scared me. I’d been afraid of how big it felt, how unbridled it was – she has so much power over me. But I trust her with it.

I gather her hair in my hand and use it like a leash to arch her neck. I run teeth my up her throat and graze her chin before I press a kiss to it.

I tug her hair until we’re face to face, eye to eye, with no space between us.

“I just escaped the hell where I was learning to live without you. It was fucking painful. I’d do anything to keep you.”

Her eyes are bottomless, fathomless oceans of emotion. Her hands cup my cheeks, her thumbs stroking my jaw as she presses a soft kiss to my mouth. I taste the salt of her tears on my lips when she pulls away. “I know, Carter. I know.”

She pulls my mouth back to hers. This time her kiss is hot, supple, and single minded. We’re done talking.

Her fingers move, kneading my back as she rocks back and forth coating my dick with the warm slick of her soft pussy. I grab her hips, press up so when my head finds her clit, it stays there and applies pressure.

She breaks our kiss, pulls in a series of sharp, desperate breaths.

"Uhhh, I'm coming,” she moans.

I grip my cock and lift her up, and pull her down on to me. She cries out, her neck arched like a warrior in the throes of victory.

I press hot open-mouthed kisses down her neck, sucking hard until I’m certain I’ve left my mark on her.

I lean down and pull on one of her plump nipples with my teeth and then take the succulent beauty into my mouth.

She comes with wail and shakes with tremors that move us both.

Her hip’s gyration stops, her hands drape over my shoulder and cross loosely behind my neck. I release her nipple with a pop and lean up to take her mouth again, but she pulls back and steps off my dick.

“What are you doing?”

She drops to her knees between my spread thighs, her eyes trained on my aching cock, her luscious lips wet and puffy from my kisses.

She wraps her soft hand around me, fisting my cock. It’s glistening from being side of her and she runs her tongue up in a slow drag that pulls a grunt from me. And then she takes me, all of me into her mouth starts sucking me off, hard and fast.

The sight of that mass of dark hair cloaking my thighs as she moves up and down on me is too much. My hips start to move and I hear her gag a little when my cock hits the back of her throat. She pulls back and for a second I'm worried I hurt her, but she only rises on her knees lifting herself up before she lowers her head again, this time pulling me all the way into her throat.

Her mouth is the most perfect place on earth. Nothing has ever felt so good as she does right now. A fiery current starts in the soles of my feet and streaks up my legs.

“Beth, I’m close,” I warn.

But her suction only becomes more intense and I can’t hold back. I grab a fistful of her hair and roar as my release shoots down her throat. She doesn't stop, but her mouth slows down and she milks me, taking everything I have to give.

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While Beth sleeps, I watch the steady rise and fall of her back I walk my fingers along the jewel studded gold chain that flows down the shallow valley in the middle of her back. The tiny beads, fashioned from pearls, sapphires, and diamonds, flash in the light cast by the first tender rays of the new day’s sun.

Her revelation about Duke, and what he did to her, has put a new pallor on things. These men need to pay. They need to be brought so low that the possibility of them ever standing straight again, is nil.

I grab my phone to send Phil an email.

I’m ready to face Susan Kendicott.

This is What Family Does

CARTER

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