Page 35 of Willing
Chapter 21: Carly
Paul explored every part of my body over the next hour. He licked and bit his way around my most intimate parts. I didn’t think it could get any better, until he crawled up my body, kissing a path of passion as he did.
“God, you’re beautiful. Why did you wait for me, Carly? You could have had anyone you wanted. Why me?” He twirled my hair in his fingers.
“Paul, I was lost to you the minute we met three years ago. There’s been other guys – but they never measured up. I only wanted you then, I only want you now.”
He entered me slowly, “Once I claim you, there’s no going back. Are you sure? The change will happen soon after I bite you.”
“I am sure – claim me, Paul, make me yours.”
“Not yet Carly. Soon, but not here – not like this. You’re going to need Dylan when the change happens, and she’s getting married this weekend.”
“Fine – but once the weddings done, I want you to make me yours.”
He kissed me with passion and heat, “The minute I have you alone after they say their vows, I’ll make you mine for eternity.”
He pushed into me, forcing a moan to escape my lips. “God, you feel so good inside me.”
“It feels like home… so wet, so warm.”
He began thrusting, pulling out and slamming back in. His movements were electric as he ground himself against my clit. My climax built, until it was a force I could no longer hold back. Screaming out in pure bliss, I clenched my walls around his hard member. Flipping me over, he positioned me, so I was on top. Spearing his cock upwards, he pushed inside me again. I bounced, hoisting myself up and sliding back down dick now covered in our combined juices.
“Fuck Paul – I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.”
My breaths became faster, my orgasm building once more, “I’m going to come baby.”
“Let go, Carly – milk my cock with that tight pussy of yours. Take what you want.”
I bounced and writhed against him, the friction sending pulse waves through my body. His thrusts became harder, his shaft reaching the depths of my soul. I clenched down on him, squeezing him for everything he had, forcing his orgasm with mine.
“FUCK…” He moaned out as I screamed his name.
We collapsed together in a sweaty mess onto the bed. Paul pulled me into his hold, turning me on my side. He spooned me, with his arms wrapped around my waist.
“Go to sleep, my beautiful girl. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to class.”
Kissing my neck, he rested his head on my pillow. His breathing was relaxed, causing me to give into the exhaustion I felt. Before long I fell asleep, wrapped safely in the man of my dreams embrace.
Rolling over, I shook myself from sleep – it was still the middle of the night, but something had woken me. Laying, still wrapped in Paul’s arm, I listened. The only noise I heard was the sounds of the night. Snuggling myself closer to Paul, I closed my eyes trying to fall back asleep.
My alarm sounded, alerting us it was time to get up. Stretching my arms, I elbowed Paul in the side. He stirred beneath me, “Hey babe, are you getting up?”
“Yeah, sorry about that… next time I’ll try to wake you nicer.”
I shifted out of the warm covers, placing my feet on the cool floor, “I’m going to shower.”
“Wake me when your out – I’m still sleepy.”
Smiling at the beautiful man in my bed, I walked to the bathroom. Cutting on the water, I stepped in. The water was cold, biting at my warm skin, taking my breath away for a moment. I washed quickly, stepping out to dry off. I wrapped the towel around me and stepped out of the bathroom.
“Damn – I don’t think you’re going to make it to class on time,” Paul smirked.
“Oh, hush… I can’t be late to class – plus, we will have tonight. Ok?”
“Yeah – Yeah… I’ll control myself.”
Paul stood, letting the sheet fall to the floor. His body was perfection. His dark complexion and perfectly sculpted muscles made my mouth water.
