Harlem’s sweet heat clenched around his cock like she was specially made just for him. Harlem lifted her knees and squeezed her body even tighter.
Carter pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back inside, harder and deeper.
Harlem bit her lower lip and dug her nails into his back. It was slick with sweat.
He held her hips still as he lost himself inside the sweetness of her body. Carter continued to thrust deeply only to pull out and drive deeper. Carter got up on his knees, grabbed Harlem by her hips and pulled her ass towards him. Carter lifted her legs, hooking them over his shoulders, and thrusting forward. The sound of his thighs slapping into the back of hers made him go harder. It was like a musical symphony. Their rhythm was off the charts crazy. This was a position he hoped to be able to continue throughout her pregnancy.
Harlem felt so good. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. He attempted to slow down to last longer.
“No, please don’t stop! I’m almost there.” Harlem urged him on.
The way she was into it, Carter was helpless. And then he felt it, the pulsing of her sex. Harlem started to tighten around him. He continued to pound into her body.
Carter was about to erupt. He whispered into her ear as he rubbed her clit. “Cum for me, baby.” Sweat was dripping off his body onto hers as he shifted his focus to making sure she found her release before he did.
His voice was all it took. Harlem exploded. Her clenching around him sent Carter over the edge. He spilled thick, rope-like cum into her body as they came together. It was one of the most powerful orgasms Carter had ever experienced in his life. There was a difference between fucking and making love. After experiencing this with Harlem, there was no way he could ever go back to a time before her.
Gently, Carter unhooked Harlem’s legs from over his shoulders. Then, he positioned her so that he could cradle her into the crook of his arms. It took a little time for them to catch their breath and come down from the euphoria of their lovemaking.
A huge grin spread across Harlem’s face as she gazed up into his
Smugly he asked, “Satisfied?”
Harlem nodded. “More than. You?”
He planted a kiss on her lips. “You were amazing. Are you sure I didn’t hurt you? I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
“Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean you have to treat me with kid gloves. At least not yet.” Harlem giggled. “You were perfect. This . . .” She paused, “was perfect.”
As their skin began to cool, she trembled. “I suppose we should have gotten underneath the covers.” He laughed. “I couldn’t wait.”
She laughed too. “Neither could I.”
Harlem signed contentedly.
Carter loved that sound and the way her naked body felt against his.
“It’s late.” Harlem laced her fingers with his. “I should probably go home.”
Carter ran his hand up and down her arm. “It is late. Maybe you should just stay over. You can stay tonight, tomorrow or for as long as you want. ” His words shocked him. He’d never said them to anyone.
Harlem lifted her head so that she could see his face clearly. “What?” Was he asking her to move in?
Carter realized he wanted to wake up and fall asleep next to her every day and every night. “I have plenty of room for you and the baby.” Carter loved the way Harlem looked after making love. Her lips were swollen, her hair was all over the place, and her skin was flushed. She looked well-loved.
He did that. His chest expanded in ways Carter couldn’t describe. He felt bigger, stronger, and damn proud.
She was genuinely surprised. “You’re serious?”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”
“Aren’t you worried that we might be moving too fast?” She asked.
“Maybe, but it feels right. The bottom line is, I don’t want you to go, so don’t.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“Carter, moving in together is a big step. I’ll pretend you were only joking; because I think you might be caught up in this moment.”
“If you’re not ready, that’s fine.” Carter brought her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of her knuckles. “But I wasn’t kidding.”
Harlem wasn’t convinced. “You want me to move in knowing I can be a little OCD.”
“A little?” He laughed.
Playfully, she swatted him on the chest.
“There are four other bedrooms in this house. Pick one. You can be OCD all you want in that one.”
“I don’t think that’s how OCD works.”
He shrugged. “We’ll figure it out.”
“What about all of your other little girlfriends?”
There’s only you. “I might be willing to give up a few.”
“Elaina?”
“Who?”
“You know, the redhead who walked in on us on Valentine’s Day.”
Carter turned serious. He tucked a piece of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. “Technically, we weren’t together. But let me be clear, I only want you.”
She bit her lower lip and whispered, “That’s good to know.”
“So, is that a yes?” He asked.
“Not to throw cold water on this moment, but Elaina dropped a pretty big bomb on us. Did you ever confirm that she was lying?”
Carter
