Page 38 of Falling for Carla

Blood rushed to my face, a powerful blush heating all my skin as I felt the visceral need for every filthy thing we could do together. The broad, flaring tip of his cock, wet and jerking for release bumped against me again and he had to take his cock in his hand to still it and guide it into me. My fingers scrabbled on the surface of the table for something to hold on to as he thrust into me, the sheer size of him rocking me forward. Drake went so deep, and I felt myself starting to flutter and tingle around him. I rolled my lips under and bit them to keep from mewling and whimpering with every thrust he made.

He leaned over me, his chest pressing on my back, and I reveled in the heat of his body, the contact with him and the way I felt his heart thundering the same way mine did. He buried himself inside of me and kissed the back of my neck, his arms going around me.

He pulled me up with him until I was standing, my back pressed to his front, his cock still within me. One of his big hands covered my breast, plucking at my nipple as my head dropped back against his chest. His other hand grabbed my thigh and pulled it up, bracing my bent knee on the table. I reached back and wrapped my arm around his neck, and he dipped his head to kiss me. It was a hot, messy kiss, all desperation and passion. Then I felt his muscles flex behind me.

He slid out of me a little and then slammed back into me. His hand going to my belly. I could feel his fingers on my mound as he stroked down to my clit. At the first brush of his fingers, I started to seize up, tight contractions gripping me as my inner muscles clenched around him, squeezing him hard, trapping his big cock inside me. I came in a hard, shaking pulse that held me fast. He groaned and with a final thrust, he spilled inside me. I looked back at him, his eyes shut tight, his face a rictus of agony and pleasure. I rocked my hips back, clenching his cock inside me as he came and came. I loved the hot liquid rush of his cum inside me, and the primal way it made me feel like he was mine.

We were messy and wet, and he turned me around and kissed me, wrapped me in his strong arms and told me I was beautiful. I ran my hands up and down his back reveling in his strength and power. Drake was such a sensuous lover, even as he held me and kissed me, caressing me in the afterglow, I felt close to him, cherished. I looked up at him and smiled shyly. He looked so serious, and I stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheekbone and run my hand through his hair. “You were incredible,” I said.

Drake hugged me, and then he drew back a little.

“Please don’t freak out and say it was a mistake,” I said quickly.

“It was no mistake. The only mistake I made was trying to do the right thing and give you space. When we could have been together all this time.”

A joyous glow spread through me, feeling exactly how much I’d wanted to hear those words from him. I lifted my face for his kiss, and he gave me a sweet, romantic kiss.

Then he brushed the backs of his fingers along my breast, making my nipples pebble at once. I felt the soft chill of arousal all along my skin. He traced down my stomach and before I knew it, he had tucked two fingers into my still-tender, wet sex. Curling them forward inside of me, I raised up on my tiptoes arching into his hand. He rubbed the heel of his hand against my clit as he fingered me.

“Come to bed, now,” he said, his tone full of possibilities. He slipped his fingers from me, and I followed him to the bed.

Later, I rolled over onto my side, and he spooned up behind me, wrapping me in the warmth and strength of his body. I grinned sleepily.

“Forget orgasms. Nothing in the world could feel better than this,” I said lazily.

“Is that right? I’ll put a reminder in my phone: Carla doesn’t want to come, she just wants to be snuggled,” he teased.

“Ok, I’ll admit that all the orgasms probably made this kind of coziness possible.”

“So you want both?”

“I want it all,” I said, greedy. I rolled over on my back so I could look at his handsome face.

“Good, because I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting you,” Drake said.

“That’s not a bad thing,” I said archly. “I wouldn’t want you to get tired of me so easily.”

“I’d never be able to get enough of you,” he said, so serious, so handsome.

I traced the line between his eyebrows from concentration and smiled at him. I almost told him I loved him. Maybe I was scared he’d panic and back away from me again when I’d just gotten him back. Or maybe I was concerned he didn’t feel the same way about me. So I held it back and didn’t speak the words even though I felt them.

“Then from now on, I want you to help me with the dishes. Just like you did tonight,” I said teasingly.

“Just like tonight?” he replied, his words laden with innuendo.

“Maybe not exactly. Maybe we can fuck against the wall tomorrow instead of the table.”

“We could do the wall, or up against the fridge. Bent over the counter. You on my lap in a chair. The possibilities are endless, beautiful,” he said. “And we haven’t even explored the options in the shower yet. Or over the sink where we can look in the mirror.”

“It sounds like you’ve given this some thought,” I teased.

“Maybe just once or twice.”

“You did spend a lot of time alone in your room. Is it possible you weren’t working that whole time? Maybe you wandered onto a triple-X rated site and stroked yourself? Maybe the thought of me crossed your mind?”

“There’s no maybe about it, and I don’t need random pictures on some website to look at when I have you in the next room, every luscious inch of you exactly what I want, and a locked door between us.”

“I never locked the door, Drake.”

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