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We didn't do much today. The rest of my family is supposed to arrive tomorrow and then we will have a huge gathering for no reason. For hours we talked and I had to control touching Carter too much or else they might know our secret. I mean it's not like I won't tell them eventually, but for now I don't want to. Once we are upstairs in my bedroom, I close the door and lock it, turning to Carter sitting on the bed. I need a shower and I really want to take that shower with Carter. He just laughs and shakes his head as if he already knows my thoughts. He probably does, but I don't care. I'm horny.

"Come here, Butterbutt."

I roll my eyes and walk over to where Carter sits on the edge of the bed. "I hate your nicknames," I whisper, hooking my fingers underneath his t-shirt. He just smirks as I lift his shirt over his head to reveal scattered scars and meaningful tattoo's. He's so hot and the light from the lamps cast a beautiful glow against his face.

But I can't be distracted by him right now, because he won't give me the sexual gratification I so desperately want. I know he's capable of it.

Stepping away from him, I open up our bag that he packed and pull out one of his t-shirts so I can wear it to sleep in. When I turn around Carter is standing right in front of me, a hungry look in his eyes.

With a quiet, guttural groan, he crowds against me, and kisses me, his hands eagerly diving into my hair, then down my shoulders and over my back, crushing my breasts against his chest. He rakes his hands into my hair again and leans over me taking control of the embrace. We both needed more. His chest against my breast. My hips pressing against his erection.

A low groan leaves his lips, one hand dropping to my ass. My body craved everything from him as he pulled us closer together. Tasting and teasing, our kiss lit me on fire. We shouldn't do this.

"I want you spread out naked on the bed," he groans, kneading my bottom.

Yes. I wanted that too. But I still wanted more. I let my hands fall to his waistband, my palm flattening over the heavy ridge of his erection. He freezes.

"Fuck."

"Yes!" I'm willing to do it right here and now. I know it contradicts my previous statement but I want it so bad that it's painful. My nipples tugged taught, my legs threatening to give out, and my panties ruined because I am so turned on right now.

I lean against him, nudging him backwards towards the bed.

"No." He hisses out of breath, fighting against his own temptation. "I mean yes, naked, and yes, bed. But no...fucking."

I giggle. "Carter I want you. Every way you want to take me."

A pained expression crosses his features. His cock thumping against my hand, and I can't help but squeeze his length, loving the appreciative sound that leaves his mouth.

"Not like this, but soon." For a minute we didn't say anything. "Naked is still good, though," he says, more than a little desperation leaking into his voice.

"Right." I step away from him and he practically lunges for me, but I hold my hand up and give him a gentle smile. "If we're just going to do the naked part we should probably make it count."

He's seen me naked multiple times, but right here in this room with palpable sexual tension floating around us things feel different. Heady anticipation and sexual desire to give our bodies to the other makes things feel intense. More intimate than ever. That says a lot.

I flick my gaze to his shorts. "Strip for me."

He licks his lips and drops his hands to his fly. He was gonna give me a show. And I was ready for it.

He flicks the button first, then runs his palm up the flat of his belly, over the ridges that were contracting underneath his touch. He gives me a slow, heavy-lidded look before sliding his hand south again...and he keeps going, past his zipper, to squeeze his erection the same way I had earlier.

Involuntarily a moan slips past my lips, causing him to grin as he slowly works his zipper open. I watch as his shorts and underwear fall. I'm ready to have him, taking a quick step in his direction, when he mimics me, holding up his hand and stopping me.

"Your turn, Cupcake." He took himself in his hand and stroked, slowly, showing me what I did to him.

I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and panties and slide it down an inch, stretching them over the widest part of my hips.

He lets his gaze rest on my naked lower half. I don't know why I started with my bottoms, but listening to his heavy breathing and watching the way his torso moves with each exhale is getting me slick between the thighs.

Dragging my hands up my stomach, I copy his actions before grabbing my shirt and pulling it off to reveal my bare breasts to him. With a swallow, he sits down on the bed his gaze never wavering from my body.

"Luna..." He holds out his hand and I walk over to him, climbing on top of him. Then I kiss him, a slow, intoxicating slide that captures me and makes me feel like we were one. I wasn't sure where I ended and he began, as our hands and mouths and limbs entwined, twisting and rocking together on the bed. His cock throbbed between our bodies, hard and wet at the tip.

He rolled onto his back, positioning me on top of him, my thighs spread wide. I watch him as the appreciation in his eyes trails over my body. Then he pulls me against him, sweeping up my waist and dragging his tongue through the valley between my breasts. He was practically mauling me as I writhe above him. Neither one of us could get enough of each other. My nipples pebbled as he stroked them and sucked them deeper into his mouth.

"Carter, yes. Please, yes..."

Almost instinctively my hips arched back, seeking his cock. My actions caused him to pin my legs with his. He leaned in and gave me more kisses. My shoulder. My arms. My breast. He nosed down my belly. My eyes closed in pleasure.

I whimper as he slides his hands beneath my bottom and lifts me high enough that his mouth brushes against my core. No more foreplay.

He nuzzled my mound, then found the top of my slit, and my clit just beneath. Our secret passion, protected by four walls and a lock on the door. Here in this room, on this bed, I opened for him, giving him every last inch of me.

He slowed, and began to explore my folds languidly, watching and feeling my reactions as he tested out different movements of his tongue. Occasionally he would suck or nibble or work my clit into his mouth. With every growing sensation my body works up, jerking up to meet his ministrations earning me a tightened grip on my thigh and the other pressing flat against my belly. And I liked that a little much.

I wanted him to flip me over and rail me into the bed.

"I'm getting close," I whimper, watching him as he grinds his hips against the mattress.

"Come for me, Luna."

"No..." I shift restlessly as he licks around my clit, faster now. "Yes..."

"Yes."

"No!" I argue with a laugh as I tangle my fingers in his hair, weakly tugging him away from me. "Come here."

He shakes his head and lifts up onto all fours. "I can't do that."

I lick my lips and glance between our bodies, down to where his dick currently bounces against my leg. Slowly, I reach my hand down and he shifts up until his cock slides into my palm. With a tight grip, I stroke his length.

He braces his knees between my thighs, against the mattress, and holds himself over me on one forearm. With his free hand, he caresses me from my wet, parted lips, over my breasts, and down my belly. Then his fingers thrust inside of me, stealing my breath.

Carter slides another finger inside of me, whispering how beautiful I was, how wet I was for him...Like I couldn't already feel the slickness on my thighs.

He was wet too. As I jerked him, warm sticky lubrication slowly coated my fingers. I was on the pill. I took it everyday before my morning shower. I didn't start taking it until two years ago. Approximately a month after meeting Carter because I subconsciously made the decision that if I ever had the chance to have Carter, I definitely would not let a condom prevent me from feeling all of him. I think Carter had the same idea because after living together for two weeks he randomly told me he was clean.

He stares down at me, watching me solemnly as we work each other closer and closer to the dirty, sweaty pinnacle we both so desperately wanted.

I cup his cheek with my free hand and he bends down, our lips brushing in an almost kiss as desire started to spool inside. Tighter. Faster. His breath fans across my mouth as I arch beneath him, tipping my head back. His lips fall on my neck, licking my skin as I explode around his fingers.

I quickened my own stroke, up and down his shaft until he cried out, his release spilling hot and wet against my fingers and belly.

He was on me again nothing left, but our lips and sighs, making us one as we kissed. I didn't want it to end, but he rolled onto his side and pulled me tight against his body.

I yawn, unable to help it. We should really take a shower. Instead Carter just wets a cloth in my bathroom and carefully cleans my belly, hands, and thighs as I lay on the bed. Then he crawls into bed with me and holds me tight against his arms. Sleep consumed me seconds later.