Sometimes I forget how innocent Carter truly is. He harbors an innocence that makes his eyes wide enough to see the gleam of wonder or curiosity with his brows furrowed, his lips tip into a frown, but my favorite is when they jut into a slight pout.
For example, right now his lips are tipped slightly downwards with his eyes subconsciously wide as he watches his first ever romantic comedy.
We said goodbye to everyone before leaving to go back to California; though my dad tried to bribe into staying into staying at home, but it's not like he made the decision making hard.
"If you stay I'll give you twenty dollars." He said.
"I love you too." I replied, and when Carter and me went to the car he slipped twenty dollars into my hands.
That was an hour before we had gotten on the private plane, now we're cuddled up on a long couch along the the plane wall in the back area, and watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.
"I can see you doing something like that." He said as his finer twirls around a strand of my curls.
I glance at the screen, "Like what?"
"Buying us a fern and taking care of it as if it is our child." He chuckles, his eyes glancing from mine to the curl wrapped around his finger.
"It's their love fern, and the how you take care of it and nurture it shows how much you will nurture the relationship." I explain watching as he lightly pulls the the strand, letting go, and watching the hair bounce back into its curl.
"Do you want a love fern?" His eyes meet mine.
"Would you take care of it?"
"I would buy our love fern a greenhouse." Despite his subtle confidence and guarantee I could tell his thoughts were drifting by the drawing of his words.
"What're you thinking about?" I ask and their was a slight shutter in my words as his finger slips from the curl and brushing the the column of my neck.
"You." He answered softly before demanding in the same tone, "Come closer."
I raise a brow in question. I'm already curled into his side my head resting against his shoulder with his arm wrapped around mine.
His brows furrowed in confusion before they relax and a proud gleam flashes across his golden eyes, "May you come closer please?" He rearranges his words and I realized he thinks I'm telling him to correct himself.
"Cariño, I'm practically digging into your side, I don't think I can get any closer than this." I chuckle at the displeasure clear on his face.
He sighs running a stress hand over his face, "I know. I have been holding off on any major public display of affection in front of your family, and I need to touch you."
I try to stop myself from smiling at his adorableness as a blush faintly paints over his cheeks, "And cuddling isn't enough." My amusement was evident in my tone.
One of his hand rubs down the back of my thigh, "No, I need your skin on mine."
"Carver, we're on a plane!"
He shrugs carelessly, his hand hooking around my waist and pulling me into his lap, "There is no one else here but us and the pilot, and he has his orders."
My back was pressed against his front as his warm hand slips under my shirt gently rubbing over the pudge of my stomach, the tip of his fingers even peeking under the waist back of my pajama shorts.
"Carter." It was a warning as his hands began to explore my body, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire as they caress my breast, and squeeze them in his palm.
My head rest on his shoulder as his lips latch onto the side of my neck, and I relax against him.
It was alarming how someone could change my mood from being carefree and amused to having shallow breaths and wanting to take every inch of clothing off, but it was Carter and he has me in a chokehold.
"Carter." I repeat again, more breathless, as one of his hands passes the waistband of my shorts, while the thumb of the other hand brushes over my harden nipple.
"Tell me to stop." His voice was like a withering rope tied around something heavy as it hangs off a cliff. His restraint is seconds from breaking as he waits for my response, yet his fingers were already rubbing my clit over the cloth of my underwear.
I couldn't will my tongue to move and pronounce the four lettered word. I didn't want to. I was already sinking into him with my body relaxed against him, and my mind drowning in the senses of him too.
"Ivy." Low and gruff; my name was sweet to my ears.
"Don't stop." I speak up, my voice sounding meek, as I spread my legs.
The only reply I had gotten from him was the movement of his fingers slipping underneath the fabric of my underwear, and making contact with my clit.
A shudder runs up my doing as his fingers draw light circles on my clit.
I look to him as I lift my hand, tangling my fingers into his strands, and pulling his head closer to mine so our lips touch.
My hips move on their own, grinding against his fingers with greed, the movements begging for more to put an end to the slow circles. I want more.
"Patience." He chuckles against my parted lips,
"I don't have any." I breath.
"I thought I was the impatient one here." He press a kiss of amusement on my lips as I hold back a groan of annoyance.
"Carter." I said, displeased, rolling my hips.
"Girasole." He whispered tenderly, with a tone I could only wonder what he'd do next.
"If you won't I'll do it my—"
He interrupts me by sinking two fingers in me and forcing a gasp out of me.
His fingers draw and in out of me with a leisured motion as he took his time with his lips pressing against my jaw.
A moan slips pass my lips as he increases the pace of his fingers.
When his fingers curl inside of me it felt as if their was a knot tangled tightly in the bottom of my stomach, and the only person who could unravel it was him.
"Fuck, Carter, don't stop." My hands wrap tightly around his arm as my back arches off of his chest.
One of his hands still teases my breast, twisting the nipple between his fingers, and groping the flesh into the palm of his hand.
"I love having you like this." His nose skims against my neck as I feel the flutter of his lips on my skin. "Breathless and needy. I love hearing those sweet sounds only I could get out of you."
Every time his fingers pump into me his palm presses against my clit creating a glimpse of ecstasy that adds to pleasure of his fingers, but I wanted more than a glimpse. I wanted all of it. I wanted the mindless ecstasy and the lustful pain of being fucked so hard words are no long an option, but merely an idea.
"I need you to—." I moan, my eyes fluttering close.
"Need me to what, beautiful? Talk to me." He whispers nipping at my skin before pressing a kiss over the area.
"I need you to- to— fuck!" It didn't help that his fingers were moving too fast for me form a clear sentence.
My legs pull together, but his hand moves from under my shirt and pins my leg down. "Come on, beautiful. You were so close. Just tell me and I will comply."
"I need to you fuck me." I force the words out.
I can feel the shudder of his breath along with his erection nudging against my lower back. "As you wish." He presses a kiss to my cheek before his fingers leave me, grabbing the hem of my shirt, and I raise my arms allowing him to pull it off of me.
"Get on all fours." He ordered as he moves me to the side and stands to his full height.
His hair was disheveled and the top three buttons of his shirt were undone, but it didn't matter now; not when he's stripping himself of his closes, his eyes never straying from mine.
Excitement passes through me as I get on my hands and knees, and I feel his knuckles softly graze down spine, and his fingers trace the tattooed wings on my back, before his calloused hand palmed my ass, massaging the flesh in his hands.
There was short moment where I couldn't feel his touch until the tip of his length slid up and down my slit, brushing over my clit, before he sinks into me.
A moan fell from both of our lips as he pushes himself inside me with his hands gripping onto my hips.
My mouth falls open as he steadily rocks in and out of me, feeling myself stretch around him.
"Christ, girasole." He grits his teeth as his hand tighten on my hips.
He pauses his movement when all of him was burried inside of me and he holds me there, and when I glance over my shoulder his jaw was clenched and his head was tilted towards the ceiling as if he was trying to gain his restraint.
I roll my hips against and a breathless moan escapes me from the friction. I do it again and again until my head is pulled back with his fist wrapped in my curls, and Carter pulls out of me completely before slamming backing into me.
A cry breaks from my lips.
My body lurches forward, but his hand fisting my curls keeps my head up and back arched. The pull on my hair brought a dull pain that accompanied the pleasure of Carter's dick plunging into me; I feel myself tighten around him.
"You make it so hard to keep my patience." He grits through his teeth.
"Good—" I choke in my words when he thrust into me again with no warning. "Let go."
"You sure?" The hand gripping my hip moves lower to my ass.
"Yeah." I nod, and he slams into me.
Moans continuously leave me or get stuck in my throat as Carter pounds into me with his hands gripping my curls in his hand, and with my moans were his and the slapping of our skin with every thrust of his hips.
He would pull out of me, with only the tip inside, giving me time to catch my breath but when I relaxed he would slam back into me without a notice.
"Fuck, if you could see yourself right now." Carter groans before his free hand comes down and I feel sharp sting on my ass.
The knot in my stomach was unraveling, and I could feel is as I tighten around him feeling his length massage the walls of my pussy.
The grip he had on my hair stings but turns me on so much my eyes were rolling to the back of my head and my mouth was left open and any sounds I was making before were lodged in my throat.
Sweat was dripping down my body while my lungs working overtime with every pant, moan, or cry that broke from me, but was always cut off by the harsh movements of his hips.
The most exciting part of this position was I never knew what he was going do, everything was spontaneous, like his hand coming under me and rubbing my clit.
That forced a small moan out of me. I wanted to tell him I was about to come but I couldn't even form the words. It was as if brain wasn't working properly.
So I came around him with silence being my loudest moan as he continues thrusting into me fast and hard with no care while my legs trembled, my back arches, and my eyes roll so far all I could see was darkness.
Carter moans from behind me as he tugs on my hair harder, "You feel so good, beautiful. I can't get enough of you." His words were hoarse and low as pants interrupted his speech.
His hand release my hair but cups the back of my neck pushing my face into the cushion of the couch as he thrust into me, and with his other hand he takes my wrist in his grasp.
He whined his hips over and over again with my face buried in the cushion as he holds me down by the back of my neck and my arms pinned behind my back.
He could create a sensation within my body that I could hardly fathom. His touch can make every thought disappear leaving me with only bliss to surge through me.
My thoughts have absolutely vanished and my face probably looked dazed as I'm feeling his length push deeper than before.
He removes his hand from my neck as he pulls out of me coming on my back with his moans and pants filling my ears.
I assumed we were done, that he would let go of my hands and help me up, but I knew I was wrong when his two fingers dipped into my entrance moving slowly before I felt a another finger.
A loud moan left my mouth as he moved his three fingers in me, letting me get use to the digits, and I knew I was sensitive but I couldn't help but move my hips.
His low chuckle fell into my ears, "You still want more? Did you not tell me greed was a sin?" His amusement almost made me rolled my eyes in annoyance because I knew he was right.
Despite his teasing he pumps his fingers in and out of me that made my hips jerk at the sensation and overstimulation, but I couldn't help but enjoy it even when my arms fought against the restraint of his hand, my hips moving in attempt to get away from his fingers, and my body tensing up.
"Carte—" My voice sounded weak and feeble before his fingers curled inside me and his named turned into a cry.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. My eyes roll again and my body goes stiff.
Arousal gushed out of me as the knot was no longer tied but in shambles. Pieces.
Carter's fingers slip from inside me and over my clit, and I flinch when I feel him tap his fingers over the nerve again and again and again.
His hand release my wrist and helped me sit up since I didn't have any strength in me to do so myself. He leaves before coming back with a towel and cleaning my back.
He picks me up in his arms and I look to where we just fucked and there was a small puddle of clear liquid where I was.
I look to Carter in horror and he wore an accomplishing smile on his face as he walks us to the bathroom.
"Did I..."
He nods proudly, "Yes, you squirted."
At his words I hide my face behind my hands in embarrassment.
He tisk his tongues, "Move your hands Ivy. You should not be embarrassed it is perfectly normal. I am for certain this is one of my happiest moments."
I move one hand sending him a deadpanned look, "Really, Carter?"
He chuckles, "Do not use that tone. I am being honest or you would not see me smiling as big as I am right now."
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Sorry for the late update I've been busy with work and school.
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