“Oh, shit,” I croaked as the change in positions pushed him deeper.
There was a hint of pain as he stretched me to my limits and hit the end of me, but it wasn’t a deterrent…far from it. If I could stay like this forever, I would, but it was illegal. I didn’t want to get arrested, I didn’t want to scar Shanti, and it’d make going to the bathroom and eating in restaurants weird.
Pressing his forehead into the crook between my shoulder and my neck, Carter blew out a breath. “Fuck. Nothing should feel this good.”
He wasn’t wrong there, but this lack of movement wasn’t cutting it for me. I needed to move, and I needed to do it now.
Pressing my knees deeper into the pillow top of the mattress, I lifted until just the tip of his cock was inside me, then sank back down, my walls clenching when the back of my thighs met the top of his. Carter’s hands split from where they were grasping around my waist, one going up to cup my breast, the other traveling down to my pussy, his fingers separating so they were on either side of my folds.
He helped guide me through my up and down movements with the new hold until I couldn’t hold back and began moving more quickly.
On one of the downward motions, the tip of his shaft skimmed over the patch inside me that his fingers had driven me crazy with, and my back arched to try and ensure it kept rubbing over that exact spot. Chasing the orgasm that was just dangling out of reach, I drove down on him repeatedly.
“You need to get there, Naomi,” he rasped in my ear before sucking on the patch of skin just under it. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I did everything I could to come, but all it did was build up the pressure inside me and make every muscle in my body tighten with anticipation. It was frustrating and overwhelming, but I just knew it’d be life changing when it happened.
With a growl, Carter shifted his hand until his thumb was over my clit, and then he began rubbing it, the pressure and speed just perfect. It took all of three seconds for the orgasm to crash over me, sucking me under and stealing my breath.
I might have screamed out loud, I wasn’t sure if I even had the ability to do it, but I definitely screamed inside my head. How could I not have? It was like everything inside me was sucked up into a tiny ball of light that suddenly burst into a million sparks.
No, this wasn’t sparks. It was a nuclear weapon.
I was still coming when Carter’s hands tensed where they were resting on my body, one gripping my breast, the other with his fingers split and resting either side of where his cock was still pistoning in and out of me. He continued riding his own orgasm throughout it, but he never stopped rubbing that spot inside me, which made my climax go on longer.
And when it finally did subside, I sank down onto my face on the mattress and moaned, panting at the same time, and wondering if I’d ever recover. If Shanti came home and found me like this, she’d panic. Hell, I’d panic. How long did I need to wait until I had to call 911 for help?
Running his hand from the base of my spine up to my neck, much like he had at the beginning, Carter panted, “You okay, baby?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice sounding raw. “If I don’t get control of my body back, I’m going to have to admit to the doctors in the ER that you fucked me out of my mind. That’ll be embarrassing for me, but I guess you’ll get some high-fives.”
Why I said that I didn’t know, but it wasn’t far from the truth. How many patients went in with a complaint like that?
“You’re not going anywhere and telling them I fucked you out of your mind. Firstly, I didn’t fuck you. What we have means something huge to me, and I don’t like associating the word ‘fuck’ and what it’s usually used to describe with what we have. Secondly, I don’t want high-fives for blowing your mind. You’ll regain control of your body around the same time I get it back in mine, too.”
Pressing his crotch against my ass and reminding me that his semi-hard length was still inside me, he added, “Although, I’m not sure that’s ever going to happen.”
Such a conundrum. Was wanting someone as much as we obviously wanted each other that big of an issue? How much would it change about everyday life?
“I don’t think we can stay like this forever. It’d make life weird and awkward, and we’ve got a four-year-old’s fragile little mind to think about.”