Night to Forget

Anything for my Girlfriend

-Harper-

The gentle brushing of his fingertips on my skin caused goosebumps, shivers, and playful giggles as Carter stopped stroking my spine and slid toward my side.

"I see you're not sleeping after all. I thought I heard faint snoring coming from under the pillow." Carter brushed his lips against my shoulders and slowly lowered his face, scratching my skin gently with his stubble.

I lay naked, half-conscious, sore but deliciously satiated after a double round with Carter, who made it a point of honor to pleasure me at least five times on my birthday. I didn't want to argue with him, but I knew he was the only one snoring there because I slept like an angel. Still lying on my stomach, I moved the pillow lower and tucked my head under it while lifting my knee slightly, bringing my bare ass towards Carter.

His touch was highly gentle compared to how hungrily he held me in his hands less than half an hour ago. I can still feel the bruises in the places where his hands held me tightly when he helped me ride him.

I don't know how it happened that I just nodded, agreeing to the offer, and my dress, which I had been choosing for so long, was on the floor next to his clothes in less than three seconds. This guy has not only the speed of lightning but also the agility of a panther. Although this night did not stand out much regarding Carter’s skills, something happened on my part that made it the most beautiful and wildest of my life.

Not only have I finally decided to give in to this desire and fight for something I love, but I am also aware and confident of my decisions and ready to bear their possible consequences. If I keep forbidding myself from being with someone I love, I will never be happy. And now, I allow this guy to pet me and lull me to sleep with his warm, gentle touch. But foremost, I am sober.

The last two times I allowed myself to forget a bit or surrender to the charm of his unearthly scent, his body and voice were already buzzing in my head. I'm too stubborn and reserved, and I can keep my legs together while sober, but when my brain is weightless and feeds my erotic fantasies, Carter always wins.

More shivers, tickles, and sparks ran through my skin, generating several sounds that no cat would be ashamed of because I learned to purr when his fingers decided to massage my sore muscles, which was followed by a needy moan when his fingers and his mouth were around my ass. Carter shifted, getting up from next to me and kneeling between my legs, spreading my thighs wider.

"You're so smooth," he complimented, placing kisses on the dimples on my back, "so soft and curvy," he grabbed my asscheeks, squeezing them, "so sweet and delicious," he growled, eagerly biting the sensitive skin on my thighs under my ass, "and so always thirsty for more." He added, spreading my asscheeks, slightly lifting them to admire my wet entrance and swollen slit, ready for the next round.

"Carter."

His name fell from my lips as a moan, a cry, a plea, or a prayer. My hips moved on their own as he breathed out all the words onto my sensitive skin. I didn't have to look out from under the pillow to know what a cheeky smile was on his face. This guy put my body into such despair with one word, one touch, and one look that I'm afraid to think what he will do to me when what he offered earlier finally comes true.

"Let me enjoy this sweetness, Harper," he said, slowly licking the entrance to my v****a from behind. "I'm upping the ante, vixen. Six. You'll get six orgasms for your birthday." He challenged, lifting my hips even higher and lying on his stomach between my legs, pushing his head deeper.

My breasts pressed into the mattress, my hands tightened above my head tightly around the sheets, and my mouth opened to bite my arm as Carter gave my v****a a compilation of dances. His tongue swirled around the entrance as delicately and elegantly as if he were dancing the waltz, moving neatly with long steps along the dance floor to my swollen and enlarged c******s to dance the energetic and sensual salsa.

My body writhed under his dictation, swaying to the rhythm of the music that only Carter knew the notes to, and my body surrendered not only to merge with him perfectly but also to lose myself in endless pleasure, harmony, and satisfaction.

"Cart." I choked as my legs began to spread even further as if to make room for the approaching ecstatic heat, which started to throb rapidly, looking for an outlet.

"Let it go." Carter pushed his face even closer to my pulsating core, increasing the pressure and speed of his tongue around my clit, accelerating the eruption that had just made my thighs tremble and my body arch.

"Oh yes." My eyes rolled back as I held my breath, "Carter!" I sang his name, praising him, biting into the sheets while another deafening orgasm that made me dizzy washed over me.

"You are so beautiful," Carter complimented me, leaving feather-like kisses on my thighs and slowly rising to his knees.

His hands caressed my skin from my ass, moving up to my back, neck, and arms until he grabbed my still-clenched hands. I opened them, intertwining our hands. Carter pressed his hot body against mine as he lined up his swollen c**k with my ass crack.

"For my birthday, I'd like to play in there," he rolled his hips, pushing the tip of his p***s slightly between my automatically clenching asscheeks. "But we still have a few months until then."

I released a relieved breath, happy that my virgin ass would still stay a virgin tonight. He chuckled at my reaction. He used his head to move the pillow from above my head and put his face, hot and sticky with my mucus, into my neck; biting the skin lightly, he inhaled my scent.

"Now it's time for orgasm number six, followed by a shower, a movie, and dinner." He announced, releasing my hands to put his right hand between my body and the mattress, lightly massaging my breasts, "After all, apart from the wine, you haven't eaten anything. And I won't send you home hungry." He kissed my shoulders, and his hand moved from my breasts to my belly and then back to my still-eager v****a.

"So greedy, so perfect, so mine." Carter grabbed my thigh and grabbed my ass again, spreading my legs almost to the splits.

He slid his knees under me, lifting me gently off the mattress. With his hand placed under my breasts, he slowly started to lift me while aligning his p***s with my v****a. Carter spread his legs, spreading me, and slowly filled me with his thick and large p***s, reaching deep and causing slight discomfort in my lower abdomen.

"Is everything okay, honey?" He whispered, clenching his jaw and rocking his hips gently. "Do you feel pain?" He asked as he pressed his chest against my back more firmly.

I tried to signal him that I needed to sit differently, but neither my throat nor body could perform the simplest action. Carter waited, not moving. He gave me time for my body to adjust or my senses to come back and signal him the problem.

"Too deep," I finally choked out, turning my slightly frowning face to the side. He was too big to have me this way.

Carter immediately understood and leaned me forward, removing himself from under my knees, eliminating the discomfort caused by his too-deep penetration.

"Anything for my girlfriend." He kissed me, sucking my lower lip and, at the same time, moving his hips slowly.

I raised myself slightly and adjusted my position by extending one hand backward, grabbing his hair at the back of his head, and placing the other on his thigh, keeping my balance. Carter wrapped his hand around my breasts, holding me tightly, and his other hand caressed my lower abdomen, thighs, and finally my clit, intensifying the feeling of pleasure.

Our lips were connected the whole time, brushing, sucking, and smacking each other. Our tongues tangled in slow, passionate bonds, taking our breath away. Our hips swayed rhythmically, touching each other without haste in a gentle, deep thrust. Floating in the middle of the bed, we drifted in calm seas, slowly making our way to port.

But with the approaching eruption, our bodies began to heat up and sweat, and our slow pursuit of rapture turned into a chase of lovers, full of sparks, moans, and screams. Carter quickened the rhythm, sending our bodies into a frenzy and our hearts racing, bringing us closer and closer to our breaking point. My thighs began to tremble again, my hand on his thigh tightening so tightly that he hissed as my nails dug in.

"I love you." He confessed without taking his lips from mine, increasing the friction around my clit.

"I love you too. Ah." I managed to utter it before I fell into pieces in his embrace, shaking with spasms of pleasure.

Carter tightened his grip around me and grunted, growling into my shoulder as, after three quick strokes, he came inside me, freezing in place, resting his forehead on my shoulder, panting. I tilted my head back, nuzzled his sweat-damp hair, and kissed his ear.

"Shower." I panted, trying to smile, "But I think I'll crawl there." I joked, but Carter already had it figured out.

"I will carry you there, but then I will sit on the bench. You have drained me of not only our millions of potential children but also the rest of my strength."

I laughed at his comment as I leaned forward, collapsing onto the bed with Carter. Carter released me and slowly and gently pulled himself out of me, allowing me to lie entirely on the bed while he sat on the edge and gathered the strength to stand up.

"I have a feeling we'll both be crawling there, huh?" I turned my head towards him and smiled at his exhausted but happy face. Carter gave me his mischievous smile, and without hesitation, he grabbed my leg, pulled me off the bed, and carried me, slightly unsteadily, to the shower.