Protein Shake

It’s all finally happening and I think both of us know things between us will never be the same. Carter has announced on his television show many times before that he would only have sex with the woman he plans to marry, and that memory is not lost on me. I’m hyper aware of what this must mean to him, much more than just a sexual encounter. He wants more from me, and I want to give him everything he could possibly dream of.

With his cock pressing against my opening, I take a deep breath. Carter’s eyes are dark and hooded, I think I’ll remember the look on his face for the rest of my life. It’s a look of contentment and excitement, curiosity and anticipation. Our gaze is only broken when I close my eyes as he sinks into my wet pussy, his cock hard and long as he pushes deep.

“Oh God,” he mumbles, his face buried in my neck as his body pumps into my instinctually.

Driving with a strong force, he tears through my velvety flesh. Nothing about any of our sexual encounters has ever made me feel like Carter was a virgin and this is no different. He is moving his body in a wave, rocking into me like a seasoned professional, as my second orgasm builds quickly.

“You feel amazing, baby,” I moan, my hand on the back of his head while my legs wrap around his midsection, both of my ankles clasping at the small of his back.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his body surging into me.

“Only for you, Carter. I’m yours,” I declare, my muscles tight and my mouth salivating as he pounds me just right. He’s already the best experience of my life, but that was to be expected I guess.

“Fuck! You’re so tight and soft,” he groans, his face contorting as he balances himself on his elbows above me.

“I love you, baby,” I moan, gripping him tightly.

“I love you, Ashley. I swear I do,” he promises, our bodies now damp as we both move to meet each other at every thrust, colliding in rhythm and moaning and groaning nonstop.

Reaching up, he holds my hands above my head, and I instantly miss the contact, dying to grip his hair. Without being able to touch him, his pounding is even more severe, the pressure so intense and aggressive. God, it’s just so good. I don’t ever want it to stop.

“Oh, baby! Yes! I’m going to cum!” I yell, my body ready to climax yet again.

“I feel you, baby,” he begins, digging deeper into me with slow long strokes that feel out of this world amazing.

“Yes! Like that, baby! Yes! Carter! Yes!” I yell as the pleasure overflows, and for the first time, my trembling pussy can grip onto that hard, thick cock. It makes the orgasm even better.

“Oh, fuck! You’re squeezing my cock, baby,” he growls while releasing my hands. I quickly wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into me as tightly as I can manage, as he kisses my neck.

“I got you, baby,” he promises and I let him work me over even more.

Our bodies are drenched in sweat as we work together, moving from one end of the bed to the next, chasing our pleasure with unparalleled determination. My legs go from wrapped around him, too high in the air, to even being held by him as he rocks into me hard and fast.

When there’s an opportunity for me to get on top, I flip him again, and straddle him before he can object. He’s so deep from this position, but being able to see him while I work to pleasure him is worth the sacrifice. The blanket falls to my side so that there’s just me, in my nakedness before him.

“I love you, Carter,” I whisper as my hips begin to rock back and forth. Raising onto my knees, I lift and lower myself on his monstrous length, keeping a steady pace while massaging my breasts.

Carter watches me with a lustful glare and I know he’s enjoying the show. Occasionally he’ll groan, or close his eye as the pleasure becomes too much. My favorite is when he reaches up to grip my hip, topping from the bottom as he steers me to where he wants me to go.

I absolutely love his control and go wherever he wants me without any pushback. My body is his, and seeing him react to me only makes me want to explode around him again. As if he can read me, always knowing my body better than I do, he lifts to a sitting position, taking my breast into his mouth as I continue to grind on him, taking his length deep inside my velvet.

“You’re gonna cum for me,” he growls and I moan in agreement as the waves in my belly build yet again. He has already dominated me, and now as I try to impress him, he’s flipped the rules as usual, always in control.

Lifting his hips, he meets me as I grind, thrusting deep inside of me in sync with my rhythm. We’re moving as one, our limbs intertwined as we twist in wave in the center of his bed, the sheets in a complete mess. I can’t focus on anything other than the sensations of my climax about to explode.

Carter has always driven me up a wall with his teeth, so when he tugs on my nipple, while plunging into me slowly, it's my undoing and I explode around him, cumming long and hard as I scream his name, rocking back and forth until I can no longer lift myself thanks to the trembles in my legs.

“God, you’re amazing,” I sigh as he flips me over, laying me on my belly while positioning himself behind me.

Exhaustion is taking over and I feel weak from all of the output in addition to the outpouring of my climaxes. Still, I want more of him and glance back to see him admiring my body as he kneels between my legs.

“See something you like?” I tease.

“No, just someone I love,” he winks at me.

How on Earth did I turn Carter Blaine into a romantic? I’ve watched his show for years and never once heard him say anything sweet to a girl, but he's always complimenting and swooning over me. I can’t even begin to understand how I managed to hit such a jackpot. I’m so overwhelmed by his deep affection for me.

I know, it’s not new and he’s told and shown me that he genuinely cares for me over and over during the course of our relationship, but everything seems different now. It’s like today is the beginning of something new and I'm just over the moon with how deeply I feel for him.