His hands glided slowly down her back, cupping her ass before squeezing the globes gently. Her body responded, remembering the orgasm from the previous weekend. She pressed her sex against his jean-clad thigh, rubbing to ease the ache. A low growl sounded throughout the room, but she had no idea if it came from him or her.
His lips left hers but continued to kiss along her jaw and neck, sucking slightly at the pulse point. Swept away by the feel of his lips on her tender skin, she barely noticed his hand pulling her dress upward, his fingers now on her naked thigh.
His breath hitched. She was aware of the loss of his fingers on her skin, and she wanted to weep. Her hands pushed back on his shoulders to see why he’d stopped touching her, noticing his gaze as well as his hands were at the dress tie at her waist. Smiling in relief, she slid her hands down his torso, then helped to untie the belt that held her dress together. Once undone, she forced her gaze to remain on his face as he pushed the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
She shivered, uncertain if it was the cool air or his heated gaze now hitting her body. His hands were squeezing her hips as his eyes moved from her panties to her bra, then to her face.
“Perfect, babe. You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman.”
His gaze moved back to her bra, searching and finding the closure when his hands slid over her breasts, unsnapping it from the front. As soon as the satin material was loose and falling from her body, his hands cupped her heavy breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples. She dropped her head back, sucking in a ragged breath as the electric sensation shot between her breasts and her core.
He bent, sucking a nipple deeply into his mouth while scooping her up into his arms. He placed a knee onto the bed and laid her back, his tongue still swirling around the swollen flesh. Moving between her breasts, he then kissed his way down over her stomach. A flash of awareness hit her, hoping he would not notice the roundness she had never managed to tighten after giving birth.
“Fuck, babe, you have the perfect body,” he mumbled against her skin as he continued to kiss his way to her panties.
Her body warmed, both from his words and his lips. She lifted her hips as he slid her panties off, and she lay completely exposed to his perusal. He stood by the side of the bed, quickly divesting himself of his shirt and jeans. She leaned up on her elbows and stared at his perfection. His body was muscular without being overly bulky. His pecs and abs were clearly defined, leading down to a muscular V that disappeared into boxers tented with his impressive erection. His biceps and thighs were thick, and she could hardly wait to feel his body pressed on top of hers. Her gaze moved back to his face, and she grinned.
A touch of insecurity moved through his face, and he asked, “Do you like what you see?”
“Hmm, you’ll do, I suppose.” He threw his head back and laughed, and she loved the sound. “Talk about a perfect body, Carter. You look like you’re sculpted out of marble.”
He placed his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them over his erection and down his legs, kicking them to the side. “Not cold marble, babe. All hot. All for you.” Bending, he reached into his jeans and jerked out several packets of condoms, tossing them next to her on the bed.
Shooting a glance at the condom packets before looking up at him again, she lifted an eyebrow and laughed. “Prepared?”
He shook his head slowly, holding her gaze, and replied, “I was a Boy Scout. I was taught to be prepared.”
She snorted and his eyes twinkled. “That did sound cheesy, didn’t it?”
“Maybe, but the end result is the same.” Lying back on the bed, she held up her arms, welcoming his body on hers as he answered her silent invitation. His weight was heavy, pressing her into the mattress even though he propped his upper body with his forearms planted on either side of her. It had been so long since she had felt the weight of a man covering her from breast to toes. She didn’t want to give Calvin any space in her head, this bed, or with Carter, but for a flash, she could not help but compare.
Calvin had not started out as a selfish lover. He gave his body and his love to her, and she’d relished every joining. But over time, he acted resentful of any distraction that took her away from him, even though he was already distancing himself emotionally. She tried lingerie, introduced toys into the bedroom, different positions, but nothing seemed to help. Sex became perfunctory, more about his physical release than any pleasure for her. By the end, sex was rare, and one night, when he came home with someone else’s perfume wafting from him, she no longer trusted that he was faithful to her.
“Hey, where’d you go?”
Guilt speared her that she had allowed her mind to wander. “I’m sorry. I was just… Well, it’s been a long time…”
“Then we’ll take it slow. I want to relish everything about your body in my time with you, so I’m in no rush.”
His lips met hers and the kiss resumed, tasting and tempting as she gave herself over to the sensations coursing through her body. He kissed a wet trail down her chest to each breast, circling one tight nipple with
