His Hidden Little Secrets

Febuary 5th BDC pt. 2

WARNING: this is a VERY explicit chapter. NO ONE UNDER 13 PLEASE! Read at your own risk; if you are sensitive to sexual material, it is totally okay to skip this chapter.

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Carter and I breathed hard as we laid on the motel bed on top of each other.

"Holy shit," Carter panted. "Are we actually gonna do this? What are your boundaries?"

"I don't think I have boundaries anymore," I replied. Honestly, though, I was just doing this so I could feel something again. I was tired of feeling numb all the time.

Carter pulled me up so that we were both sitting on the bed, legs intertwined. His cold hands ran through my hair and down my neck. They were trembling, almost.

"You're sure?" Carter asked me with a dry whisper.

"I'm sure."

I kissed him forcefully and he moaned, giving me an amazing feeling inside of me.

He pushed me down gently so that my back melted into the bed.

"You're so beautiful, Saige." He looked deep into my eyes and I closed mine.

I moved my hands down his sides and I pulled off his shirt slowly, revealing the slightly muscular torso that was pressed against mine. Though he wasn't Channing Tatum, my stomach flipped when I saw his skin. Every freckle, line, and detail about him was beautiful.

He hovered above me and I slid my fingers from the top his chest to his pants line. I wanted to unbutton his jeans so baldy, but he stopped me.

"I want to see you first, Babe," he said, kissing my cheek.

He sat up and sat between the opening of my legs and he put his hands under my shirt. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

"What is it?" I asked. I wasn't even kissing him and it was as if he was about to get off right then.

"You're skin," he whispered. "Oh, God."

He ripped off my shirt quickly and stared at my stomach, wide-eyed. I couldn't help but feel a little self-cautious. I never had an extremely flat stomach, I had a small birthmark underneath my right breast, and I had curves that I was never in love with. I covered my face with my hands.

"Do you..." I started to say, but he took my wrists with his hands and took them off my face.

"You're perfect." His pupils were huge. "You are so fucking perfect."

His lips dove down towards the middle of my chest and he kissed me and sucked on my skin. He slowly moved down to where my bikini line was, and stopped. Goosebumps covered both of our arms.

"Don't stop, Carter," I moaned, but he put a finger to my lip.

"I need to see all of you," he said to me, and fireworks exploded in my entire body.

He pulled me up and undid the back of my bra. I began to feel insecure again, because I was just a B cup. I didn't want him to be disappointed. I stared down at the bed.

"Holy fuck," I heard him say. "Holy fuck Saige, you are so fucking beautiful. I am so fucking lucky."

I felt like I was going to cry, and I didn't know why.