"Oh God, Jess. What's wrong?" His voice was so sweet and filled with concern, but it served to only expand my guilt and increase my tears.
"Hey," Carter reached out, putting his hands on my arms and pulling me to him. I buried my face in his chest as I clutched onto his T-shirt.
His arms came around me, his hands rubbing my back. "Did I say something wrong?"
I shook my head in his chest, and it was quite possible I was wiping my tears and makeup all over his t-shirt.
"No, it's not you," I managed to say.
"What is it then? Please let me help you."
I kept my face against his chest, not able to look up at him.
He kissed the top of my head and then my temple. He didn't know that such tenderness was only making me feel worse.
"It's killing me to see you cry, baby. Look at me. What can I do?"
I tilted my head back to look up at him, and his kind, concerned face.
He brought his hands up, his thumbs wiping my tears. "How can I make it better?"
I yearned to feel his strength. To drown in his gentleness. And so, I did the very thing I’d been trying to avoid doing. I pulled his head down toward mine, and kissed him, "I need you."
"I'm here, Jess. I've been trying to tell you that practically since the moment we saw each other again."
I put my hand over his lips, because I didn't want to talk. "Touch me."
He seemed to understand, and he maneuvered us to the bed where we undressed. Knowing he had an injury, I was careful with the knee as I pushed him back and straddled his thighs.
His hands ran over my thighs as his gazed looked up at me in a mixture of confusion and concern.
I didn’t like it, so I leaned over and kissed him, hoping he’d give in and let instinct take over. To help, I rubbed my pussy along his dick. He let out a hiss and his hips bucked up as his fingers dug into my thighs.
“What do you want, Jess? What do you need?” he said.
“You.”
He let out a quick growl and levered up. His hands pressed against my upper back, pulling me toward him. His lips wrapped around my nipples and sucked, making me cry out as erotic sensations rushed through my blood stream.
“I’m here, Jess. Right here.” He licked the swell of my breast and then suckled the other nipple, his tongue laving over it as he did.
I moaned loving the delicious shock waves his mouth sent through me. I was impatient as I grabbed his dick and brought it to my pussy. I dropped down, taking him inside me in hard, fast movement.
“Fuck…” he growled, burying his face along my neck. “…Perfect pussy…”
I gripped his shoulders, vaguely mindful of his injury as I began to ride him.
“Yes, so good…” he murmured as he sucked my nipple again. “Take what you want, baby. Take it all.”
I liked hearing his words, but wanted him to stop talking. They made it too easy to believe in fairy tales. I fused my lips to his, and let my body take over. I gave in to the wonder of him pulsing with life inside me. Of his hands caressing and groping. Of his tongue dancing with mine. It was sweet perfection, even if it was a fleeting perfection. One that would be gone as soon as we hit the height of pleasure.
When it came, it was sensation over sweet sensation rolling through my body, followed by feelings of self-loathing that I had no control over when it came to Carter.
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Carter
I held Jess tight as her orgasm rolled through her. Her pussy convulsing in waves around my dick, making it hard to see straight. But I wanted to make sure she was able to enjoy her pleasure until the very end.