Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate Chapter 99

Carter

I watched her as I slid my cock along her folds, waiting, searching for any signs of protest. Instead, her legs wrapped around, and she leaned up on her elbows and tentatively kissed my lips. I nibbled back and she nuzzled against the side of my face. Her breath whispered over my ear as she spoke.

“I want you, Carter, ”she said softly.

I pulled back and looked down at her, eyes conveyed that she meant more, more than just this. I kissed her deeply, then grinding my cock into her folds for good measure, before I lined it up to her entrance. Still kissing her breathless, I inched in little by little, the pace a beautiful torture as my hands went back to grazing over her skin. She was so goddess damn beautiful. Her hands wrapped around my neck, tangling into my hair, holding me close. I cupped her face, my eyes observing every soft line of her features, in the glow of the moon through the window, the angle of her flushed cheeks, those exquisite eyes shone back at me, a mix of emotion and want.

I wanted to say words to her, express how much more she was to me than any goddess damn other thing in this world. Words couldn't express the complexity of what I felt for this woman beneath me. So I expressed it with my body as I eased partially out and back in further. Slow, excruciatingly and profoundly slow. My thumb ran across her cheek, my other hand found her breast and that thumb teased a nipple as I grazed it. My languid thrusts paused as I found myself fully seated inside her welcoming walls. Goddess, this was so much more than sex. 

My body hummed everywhere our bodies met. I gently increased my pace. A slow, building melody being created between us. Her soft thighs against my hips, my hand at her breast, the one still cupping her face. She may not feel it as I did now, but that presence ghosted across her eyes, present, waiting. I changed the angle of my hips, her head tilting back. She exposed that beautiful column of her neck. My cock found that spot deep inside her and her mouth opened in a pleasured gasp. I swallowed it, sealing my mouth over hers. My pace was quickened aiming for that spot as our tongues swirled and glided. The scent of whistiria slowly built, lacing her scent. Her arousal and mine laced the air. She spasmed and I chased the friction. Her nails slipped from my hair, her nails biting into my shoulders as she gripped them. A moan escaped her, and I removed my mouth from hers, wanting to hear her as she began to build that release from within her. A strangled rasp escaped her throat.

“I need to hear you, sweetheart. I NEED to know exactly how I make you feel,” I growled into her neck before my mouth began suckling on the juncture where her neck met her shoulder. Her next cry was unmuffled. I plunged my cock deep into her, wanting to hear it again. She sucked in a breath, her pants quickening. 

I could feel it in the tremble of her legs, the soft flutter of her walls, that tingle cued at the base of my spine as if called to action. Her moan birthed a cry as I sank in and pulled back again and again.

“Carter!” she rasped as she tumbled down the cliff off her orgasm, and mine answered the call. Her walls locked down on my cock, and her arms wrapped around me, pulling my head to rest against her thundering heart. My body trembled with hers, arms coming around her, my cock slowly easing inside her throughout the last bouts of her climax as she milked me for all I was worth.

Still sucking in air, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back into me as I lay down on my side. She hummed happily as she nestled in. I threw a blanket over us and kissed her shoulder up to her jaw. My heart still hammered. Hers slowed with mine, parallel to my own. The bond between us tightened. I felt her suck in a breath. She felt it. She may not know what it was or how it worked, but she felt it, I was sure. She interlaced her fingers with mine and brought them to her lips, and kissed our joined knuckles.

“Thank you,” she whispered. Pulling our hands to rest against her slowing heart. At that moment, it was the most profound thing she could have done. She regretted nothing. As she slipped into slumber, I wondered what consequences this would have on the other end of the tether, so intent on draining her life and soul.