half irritated, but the other half of her melts into my rough hands and tense body. I want to snap. If I could, I’d flip her ass so quick. Her body would melt into the bed and I’d leave bite marks all over her skin.
I’d ravage her like the fucking savage I am.
Gone is her fight, and she’s left whimpering on top of me as my fingers brush across her heated skin. My finger dips inside of her. She hovers over me, and I rip her shorts and underwear to the side so I can get a better view. When I see her wet folds, that small patch of hair in the center, and the pink tinge on the inside, even I can’t tamper down the low growl that escapes.
I brush my thumb around her plump clit. Her body jolts every time I dance across it, adding just a little bit of pressure each time I pass it.
“Please.” She sighs.
“Thought you wanted to go shower.” With my free hand, I roughly pull the front of her shirt down and reveal her plump breasts. I lean forward, sinking my teeth into her nipple. She cries out, and I run my tongue along the bite marks to sooth away the pain. Her tits are perfect. They were big before she got pregnant, but since her pregnancy they’ve grown even bigger. Big and round with the most perfect sized pink nipples.
Fucking hell.
Amazing.
“I want you to help me.”
“Help you what?” I murmur, burying my face in between her tits. I lick, and I suck, and I keep doing that as Cara’s skin heats more and more. It feels like she’s on fire, ready to erupt at any second. I want it. I want all of it and all of her and everything that she has to offer.
I need her essence, and her soul, and the sweet makings of the ingredients that make her Cara.
“Help me… help me…” She moves around, trying to get me to insert my fingers in her, but all I do is continue with my torturous fingers playing around her clit.
“Help you…?” I let my question linger in the air and it mixes with her arousal.
“Fucking hell, Jackson, make me come before I go do it myself.” She grunts, trying to reach down and grab onto my hand, directing it where she wants it to go.
I grab her hand, squeezing it tight and almost to the point of pain. “I might not be able to move, but that doesn’t mean I can’t tie you down and torture you for hours. Days. Remember, Cara. We have ten miles of nothing. You are at my mercy.” And with those words, I plunge three fingers into her, curling upwards and hitting the spot that makes her vibrate with ecstasy.
I fuck her. Hard. Slamming my fingers into her over and over again. She moans, her body bouncing on my fingers as I fuck her. Her tits bounce in my face, brushing my lips with each movement. I dart my tongue out, tasting a mixture of her sweat and milk that makes her the sexiest woman on this fucking earth.
“Jesus Christ.” I whisper to myself.
I plunge my fingers faster, fucking her as fast as I fucking can and she screams out, hollering my name so loudly I bet it echoes in the trees. I can feel her sex clench around me as her orgasm takes hold, her juices drenching down my wrist and onto my boxers.
When her orgasm subsides, she falls over onto the bed behind me, leaning up for a kiss before burrowing into my side.
“Thought you wanted to shower?” I ask my same question from earlier.
“Mmm. Not tonight.” Settling next to me, she sighs as she closes her eyes.
She’s out within minutes.
I watch her sleep for many hours. Her button nose scrunches up, and her eyes flutter every so often. Her bow shaped lips pucker and I want to kiss them. I want to kiss them now and I want to kiss them every day from now until I’m on my death bed.
And that’s when I realize, this is love.
I love Cara.
Now I just have to figure out how to tell her.
19
Cara
“It’s supposed to arrive tomorrow.” Rose says, the excitement in her voice contagious.
“Seriously? That soon? They just finished clearing out your area.” I say, looking at the opening where Rose and Easton’s house is going to sit.
“That’s what Easton says. I made him go out and get some boxes after he picked up