“Carter, what—”

Her words cut off as I got on my knees and buried my face between her legs, my tongue swiping through her folds as I gently pressed two fingers into her entrance.

I needed her to come. I wanted to taste her release more than I wanted to find my own.

Focusing on the bundle of nerves at the top, I sucked on her clit while my fingers plunged into her and then withdrew again.

We’d done this enough for Naomi to know she needed to bite down on something when she came so she didn’t wake Shanti up, and in the next second, I heard a muted cry and knew she’d come. Not waiting for it to leave her, I got up onto the mattress, turned her onto her back, and gently pressed my cock inside her pussy, groaning as I felt her walls contracting around me.

Nothing felt better than Naomi, and the way her velvety soft walls felt as they rippled around my length was enough for me to believe that maybe a God did exist, even if it was the spaghetti guy or the invisible unicorn. Then again, perhaps I’d finally just gotten lucky in life.

Wrapping her legs around my thighs, Naomi tightened her muscles and pulled me into her with more force than I’d been using in my thrusts. There was never a point that I wanted to hurt her—ever—so I always held back when we were having sex. Bruises and pain of any form were unacceptable to me, so her doing this took me by surprise.

“I need it harder, Carter,” she breathed, her hips jerking and moving as she tried to take over riding my dick. “Please.”

“I can’t hurt you. If I don’t keep my control, I could do that.”

“You won’t hurt me.” The confidence in her tone shook me for a moment. “You’d never do that.”

If she hadn’t chosen that moment to squeeze her walls around where my length was resting inside her, I might have argued it further, but that action broke my restraint. Withdrawing until just the tip of me was inside her, I held her eyes as I rolled my hips and thrust into her, harder than I’d ever done it before. The answering smile on her face told me everything and gave me the confidence to keep doing it.

Part of me stayed sane enough to make sure the bed didn’t make any creaking noises or hit the wall, potentially waking up the little girl sleeping down the hall, but the rest of me was focused on what was happening on the bed.

It had to be said, taking it slowly and gently with Naomi was outstanding, but the added force and speed were out of this world. I’d never refer to what we did together as fucking, but this was as close to it as we could get.

Her walls clamped down around me, and a small cry came out of her as she climaxed with no warning, making it harder for me to push my cock into her until they released again. Not that it was an issue. No, the pressure around me only brought me closer to coming myself, meaning only moments later, I was holding back a roar that the force of my orgasm would have ripped out of me.

I continued gliding in and out of her until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I was sure she’d stopped coming, before stopping and dropping my head into the crook of her neck, panting as I fought to catch my breath again. Every time with her was amazing, but it felt like what had happened today and her trusting me not to hurt her tonight had made our relationship turn a corner.

Something that she alluded to only seconds later.

“I want to be the person who does for you what you did for me today,” she panted. “Does that make sense?”

Lifting my head up, I looked at her through the shadows from the light coming in through the windows.

“You are.”

Her head tilted to the side as she looked back up at me. “No, I’m not. You single-handedly brought me peace today and helped me turn a corner I thought was impossible. You’ve been doing that for years, and I want to be able to do the same for you.”

Using the pad of my thumb, I moved a chunk of hair away from her cheek, then idly breezed it over her temple while I tried to get the right words to respond.

“Baby, I sat on the side of the road planning how to end my life until you sat down beside me and gave me that Blow Pop. If you’d come along ten minutes later, I wouldn’t be here with you today.”

A tear welled up in her eyes and trailed down to where my thumb was, the wetness glinting in the moonlight.

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