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That’s all it takes. He shifts between my thighs, teasing my wet pussy with the tip of his huge cock. My body aches for him so badly that it burns. And then he slowly starts sliding into me. I feel every damn inch as he buries himself deeply inside of me. I feel my center stretching open, and the pain is almost unbearable.
Fuck, I don’t think I can handle all of him. But I want to, I want to so badly. Carter’s huge cock is penetrating parts of me I didn’t even know were within reach. I bite my lips to keep from screaming from the pain and the unexpected pleasure that I get from him filling me so deep I can’t breathe for a second.
My head falls back, a guttural moan escaping me. “Carter—”
“Shhh,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. “Just feel it.”
He starts to move, hips rolling, thrusting slow and deep. Every time he pushes in, it knocks the air from my lungs and lights my nerves on fire. He’s big—thick and perfect—and I swear he hits a spot that makes my vision blur.
“Faster,” I pant.
He obliges, picking up speed, gripping my thighs tighter as his hips snap into me with more force, more hunger. Skin slapping against skin. His name falling from my lips over and over.
It’s wild and messy and so damn good.
I hook my legs around his waist, dragging him deeper. He thrusts harder, faster, the couch groaning beneath us.
“You feel…” he pants, head lowering to my shoulder. “Damn Ivy, you feel so fucking wet on my cock… fuck!”
I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming but then he thrusts into me with long, fast strokes, and I can’t hold it in any longer.
I cry out when he slams into me so hard we lose all sense of rhythm. He growls my name like it’s the only thing anchoring him, fingers digging into my hips as he drives deeper, chasing that final, blinding release.
We crash over the edge together—him shuddering inside me with a guttural moan, and me unraveling around him, body shaking as pleasure rips through me again.
He stays there for a beat, still inside me, his forehead pressed to mine. Our chests rise and fall in sync.
No words. Just heaving breathing.
Eventually, he pulls out gently, disappearing for a second before returning with a towel, wiping me off with surprising tenderness. I smile, too spent to speak.
He lies down beside me, pulling the blanket back up, wrapping an arm around my waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
We fall asleep like that. Tethered.
Outside, the storm rages on. But for one night, at least, we don’t worry about the world waiting beyond the walls.
There’s only Carter. And me.
And the fire we finally stopped pretending not to feel.
***
I don’t know what wakes me. The wind? A shift in the air?
Then I hear it.
A voice. His voice.
Low. Soft.
Coming from the living room.
I sit up slowly, careful not to make a sound as I shift toward the cracked bedroom door. The soft glow of a lamp bleeds in from the hallway.
“I miss you too, baby.”
The words land like a slap. My breath stalls in my chest.