What if, when you missed every chance to confess your feelings to him. After college, you suddenly lost contact and started your career, locking your love in your heart for years.
Then, one day, fate brought you both back together, meeting him as y...
A/N : This chapter features explicit and steamy scenes with sexual content. Please proceed with caution if you prefer to avoid such content. _____________________________
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My hands trailed over his chest to his abs, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin, slick with sweat. My eyes scanned the scar, which hurt me just by the thought of knowing he got it because of me. He is physically healed now, and now he is healing me.
I traced my fingers over the scar slowly. "Carter," he whispered, pulling me back into the moment. I leaned down and gave a slow lick from his abs to his chest, savoring the salty taste. His groan rumbled low in his throat as he swallowed hard. "Do you need some water, darling?" I teased, seductively.
"Fuck that! Continue..." he rasped, impatiently but reached out, grabbing the half-filled glass from the nightstand, taking a few quick sips without breaking our connection. Placing it back, he looked at me with hungry eyes. "So beautiful..." he murmured, his fingers tracing over my arm.
I straddled his crotch, feeling the heat of him pressing against me as I let out a soft hiss, my touch hovering in the air as I paused. His eyes immediately flickered with concern. "What happened?" he asked, reaching out to touch my face, his thumb brushing my cheek softly.
I cursed myself internally for messing up the moment. My foot had twisted awkwardly, sending a sharp cramp through my leg. I laughed awkwardly, trying to brush it off. "I'm good..." I assured him, but he was already moving, pulling my leg gently into his hand.
He began to rub it, his fingers kneading the tense muscle. "Just relax, babe," he whispered as his hands worked their magic. His fingers worked with skill, teasing the tension out of my muscles. As the pain eased, I let out a soft moan, his hardness pressing insistently against me.
I leaned down, capturing his lips with mine, my tongue tangling with his. His hands worked down my back, gripping my ass firmly before landing a sharp spank that made me squeak against his mouth. I moaned, a pleasure running through me as he squeezed my asscheeks, his fingers sliding from my pussy to my ass, brushing over the sensitive skin, a sweet torture.
"Fucking hot," he whispered against my lips, his breath warm and ragged. I shuddered, my mouth falling open with a gasp, my eyes fluttering shut as he teased me relentlessly. My hips lifted involuntarily, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but he held me firm, his fingers relentless.
I pulled back, determined to turn the tables and make him beg. I traced my tongue down to his nipples, pausing to suck and flick each one, drawing a deep groan from him. "Fuck, you're amazing," he praised.
