Page 29 of Shelter for Sharla

“I think you were about to tell me how much you love me,” she whispered and kissed his chin.

“Ah, yes. That was it. And I do, Sharla. I love you and I want to show you how much I love you.”

“And I love you and want to show you how much I love you.” She kissed his chin again, then down his neck, down his chest, down his abs, and Carter almost prayed aloud that he was right about what was coming next.

It only took her a few seconds to undo his belt and unbutton and unzip his slacks, and when she gave them and his boxer briefs a hard tug, every inch of his manhood shot straight up to greet her. She licked up his length once, twice, three times, and then teased the head with her lips. “Oh, Jesus, girl, you’re killin’ me.”

“I’m just getting started.” Her tongue teased his slit for a few seconds before she opened wide and took almost his whole length in. Carter let out a moan that he was sure made the curtains flutter as Sharla sucked him hard and moved up and down his shaft. Wet. Hot. Tight. God, he needed that, needed her, and his hands wound into her hair, not tightly, but more like a sweet caress. He let out a little chuckle as she worked until she let loose with apop. “What’s so funny?”

“You said you’re just getting started, but I won’t last long at this rate,” he said, starting to laugh in earnest.

“Well, then, let’s get it going, shall we?” she said, laughing along with him, and went back to sucking him with even greater gusto.

Carter was in heaven. No matter what happened, as long as he knew she was hanging on, he’d be okay. They had to get to the other side of all the mess that had brought them together and they’d be fine. When she wrapped her hand around his cock and pumped as she sucked, he wanted to die from sheer happiness. In seconds, he felt it, that point of no return, and his balls emptied into her throat. “Oh my god. That was… Oh my god. You’re good at that, girl.”

Still licking him clean, she stopped and grinned up at him. “Thanks.”

“Get up here with me.” As soon as she scooted up the bed, Carter sucked a nipple into his mouth and let his hand roam downward until it found that sweet little rocket launcher that could make her lift off. She writhed against him, her lips on his, as he drove her upward, and when her hand found him at half mast, it didn’t take her long to get him hard again. He devoured her, every inch of her he could reach, and he considered burying his face between her thighs, but he wanted to kiss her and look into her eyes as he made her come.

Sucking his lower lip until she could nip it, she turned loose and gasped. “Oh, god, Carter, make me come. I need it. I need it so bad, baby. Please?”

“Oh, you will, precious,” he whispered against her skin and watched her nipples peak twice as hard as they were seconds before. Rolling them to their sides, he slipped inside her and kept stroking her tiny pearl, listening to her cry out and feeling her twitch against him. She was growing more frantic and he gave her two little strokes of his cock, just enough to rub her G-spot and tip her over the edge. Her belly clenched, her hands gripped him, and her hips thrusted against him until he stopped and flipped her onto her back, rising above her, his hardness still buried inside her. Two hard, driving strokes pierced her when he whispered to her, “I love you, Sharla. I’m not letting this go.”

Her voice was raspy and breathless as she whispered, “Oh, Carter. Yeah. Please, fuck me, babe. Just like that.”

“I’m not fucking you, baby. We’re making love. I want you to know what this is, what it means to me, what I hope it means to you.”

“It does, Carter, I promise. I want to be with you forever. Please, please, never leave me,” she pleaded as he pounded inside her.

“I told you, I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me. Look down, Shar. Look at where we’re joined. It’s beautiful, babe.” Carter glanced down and watched his shaft disappearing into her body, into that warm, wet haven that had breathed life back into his heart. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, babe. I’ve never wanted any woman the way I want you.”

“I’ve never wanted a man the way I want you. You’re everything to me, Carter. You’re, you’re, oh, god, I’m… yeah,” she said with a moan as the orgasm took her.

Carter was right behind her, and that time when he emptied himself into her, it felt sacred and holy, like a sacrament. They were one, he and this beautiful woman. She was his. He was hers. She made him complete.

They lay together in the dark bedroom, panting and clutching each other. His lips found hers and he gave her a soft kiss before moving to kiss her forehead. “Sleep, babe. Morning comes early.”

Her voice was drowsy and small. “Okay. I love you, Carter.”

“I love you too, baby.” Pulling her close, he smiled as her cheek rested against his pec and her warmth enveloped him. He loved her and he was loved. What else could he ask for?

To solve the mystery of what happened to Tamara. And then they’d be free.

* * *

Watchingher in the morning light from the kitchen’s small window would become his favorite new pastime, he decided. Her hair was a mess and she was wearing his old tee shirt, but she was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. As soon as she took the last bite of her Danish, she sighed. “Guess I’d better go get dressed.”

“Yeah. I’ve got to drive you to Hoptown to do the walk of shame from my car to the house. You gonna be able to handle that?” he asked with a grin.

“Oh, yeah. I think I will, although I have to say, walking is going to be a little difficult.” He watched with amusement as she stood and winced.

He let out a snort. “What’s wrong? Can’t handle the big guy?”

“Looked like I handled him pretty well last night.” She kissed the top of his head as she passed him on her way to the bedroom. “At least it sure seemed that way.”

“Yeah, you did a good job, and I’m hard to please, so that’s really saying something for you.” He was grinning when she turned and shot him the bird. “Don’t be like that!” he called out, laughing.

“You taking me home in nothing but your underwear?” she called out from the bedroom, so Carter got up and headed that way to dress. He’d already decided he’d just put on his clothes from the night before, take her home, and come back to shower. It was damn early and he had plenty of time.

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