Carrie's lips parted in surprise. She had been fairly certain that he loved her, too, but for him to say the words—She never thought she'd ever hear him say that to her. Not in a million years.
"You're surprised?" Stefan asked. A teasing, loving smile played around the corners of his mouth. When she parted her lips to speak, he cupped her face between his two warm palms. He lightly ran his thumb across her full lower lip, shivering slightly when her tongue slid out and moistened her lip and his thumb. "Mm, Carlotta," he emitted with a low growl.
A stray lock of dark blonde hair rested on his temple. It was the last thing Carrie noticed before Stefan's mouth crushed against hers. She had anticipated his kiss, but not the force behind it. He didn't hurt her. Stefan would never do that. But what he did was inflame her. His mouth demanded and she acquiesced. His tongue questioned and she answered.
And as suddenly as the kiss began, it ended. Stefan raised his head and looked deeply into her eyes. Their faces were only a breath apart. They took their breaths in unison, and with unwavering eyes, he continued to stare at her. He opened his mouth to speak, and again he found himself speechless. Carrie's nerveless fingers tugged on the tie of his silk robe and his emerald green eyes darkened to an almost jade. Her fingers grazed his taut abdomen as she brushed the silk aside. Stefan's breath caught when Carrie eased the robe from his shoulders and then moved to his zipper. The zipper's hum was the only sound in the room. A sensual smile was on Carrie's lips as she slid a slender hand inside the opening. She found Stefan hard and ready. Delighted, she squeezed and stroked him. He gasped.
Bare, Stefan stood before her. He had bared himself to her both body and soul. He now wanted to give himself to her in the very same way. Standing before the bed, he slowly undressed her. He turned her around so that her back was to him and she faced the bed. He slid her dress' zipper down. The rich mocha of her back was revealed to him. She wore neither bra nor slip. Earlier, he had suspected as much, but now the truth had been revealed to him. He murmured against her ear, "Naughty, Carlotta."
She laughed softly. Her amusement vanished as the dress slid from her shoulders and fell to rest at her hips. Stefan's lips closed over her shoulders just as his hands closed over her breasts. His mouth opened and his tongue slid over her hot skin. His teeth nibbled and bit her gently. His hands squeezed and his fingers closed over her hardened peaks…squeezing, pulling and massaging. Carrie's knees grew weak. Stefan held her steady by moving closer to her. Her backside ground against his throbbing member and enjoying the sensation, he rubbed harder against her.
"Oh, God," they both moaned.
With her back still to him, Stefan gently turned her head towards him. Their kiss was hungry and filled with promises that they both fully intended to keep. With his mouth still on hers, Stefan pushed Carrie's dress from around her hips. The dress landed at their feet in a soft hush.
Stefan slowly ended their kiss. He planted soft, wet kisses on her cheek and moved downwards until he reached her neck. Still behind her, he kissed her shoulders and shoulder blades. His fingers teased her breasts, flat abdomen and her tiny navel. His mouth trailed a path down her spine. He went to his knees and continued to kiss her soft, supple skin. She moaned low in her throat as his hands slid her pantyhose from her hips. His fingers remained close to her skin as the flimsy material eased down her firm, slender thighs, knees and taut calves. She silently thanked God for the support of the four-poster bed as she held onto it as she stepped out of her hosiery.
Resting on his knees, Stefan's eyes slid up over her. The sight of her standing before him only in her panties brought a smile to his face. She might go bra-less, but he knew her well enough to know that she'd never go anywhere without the scrap of lingerie that hid her special treats from him. He raised his hands to remove her panties, but then he thought better of it. Instead he lowered his head to the back of her knees. He suckled the tender flesh there with dizzying attentiveness. Her knees buckled again, and he steadied her with strong hands to her waist. "Easy, Carlotta…"
"What are you doing to me?" she breathed. Beads of perspiration covered her brow and coherent thought was almost impossible. She could just barely hold onto the bed's banister. "Stefan…?" she moaned.
"I'm loving you," he told her. His lips grazed the back of her thighs. His hands molded her firm derriere and even though silk separated them, he sunk his teeth into her flesh. Her shriek excited him and he alternated between biting and kissing her.
Stefan's forehead was damp as he rested his head against her slick back. Rubbing his smooth cheek and goatee-covered chin across her flesh, he closed his eyes. Her flesh trembled at the innocent caresses and his hands wandered. One hand moved around to the front of her panties. He ran one long insistent finger against her. The fabric of the panties was a thin barrier which only served to excite them further.
Her need for him was obvious to Stefan, and without doing so, he said the words aloud. "Oh, my sweet Carlotta, you're so ready for me. So soft and wet," his hoarse voice whispered.
His touch was so light, so delicate. It frustrated Carrie to no end. Moaning, she moved against his insistent finger. Silently, she told him that she wanted him. Silently, she begged him. Oh, how she begged him.
"Stefan, please…"
"Yes."
He rose to his feet. His arms reached around her and tenderly, he pried her hands from the banister. His mouth closed over her earlobe as he did so, and he allowed his tongue to conduct a tiny, search. She groaned and pressed her head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. Her trembling subsided and he then gently lowered her to the bed. He laid her down. Her legs dangled over the side. Stefan parted them and within seconds, he was kneeling between them.
Tears sprang to Carrie's eyes and wetted her cheeks. Stefan's touch was so tender, so loving… She had never experienced what he was giving her. He was loving her, and nothing had ever felt so good. Her fingers clutched the down comforter as he stroked the insides of her thighs. Goosebumps formed all over her body. Tingles and shivers of pleasure ran up and down her spine. Her panties had never left her and they now clung to her lower body.
"Oh, God," she breathed again. Her back arched and her thighs parted even more. His touch was so damn good.
His mouth moved sensuously along the inside of her thighs. He licked and nibbled. The hairs of his goatee teased her sensitive flesh, causing more tears to slide from under the lids of her closed eyes.
His lips swept up and down her legs. He took his time, moving as if he had no particular destination in mind. His only goal was to feel her…touch her…love her.
Then, just as Carrie's hold on the comforter became lax and the tears had stopped flowing, Stefan placed a light kiss at the apex of her thighs. Through the silk of her panties, his lips moved against her. Through the fabric, his mouth opened to deepen the kiss. With his tongue, he pushed the panties into the space between her legs. Carrie cried out as he began to lick the skin which had, only moments before, been covered by the elastic of her panties. Fueled by her passionate cries, he pushed the fabric aside with his strong tongue. With a destination in mind, he moved inside.
Carrie's response was immediate. Her hips bucked forward with his every movement. Another passionate cry escaped her as he ripped the panties from her. His head buried between her legs and his hands held her writhing thighs down. She continued to move and to moan while he continued to taste her and to gratify her.
With his fingers, tongue and month, he made the earth move. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes and her moans interrupted the silence of the room. His fingers continued to move with her as he raised his head. Fascinated, he watched as her lips parted and the sounds that came from her mouth began to make sense. His name fell from her lips. Her eyes opened and their eyes locked. He whispered to her. "Yes, Carlotta. Give in to me."
With his fingers still moving, he raised from his knees and joined her on the bed. His sweat soaked body covered hers. His hard sex rested against her slick thighs. His mouth closed over hers and he breathed her inside of him. Her climax came and continued to come. He remained pressed against her, delighting in the feeling of her body as she moved with the spasms that he had caused.
The final spasm left her and Carrie found that she could barely move. Stefan's arms closed around her and she found the strength to bury her face in his bare chest. She wrapped her arms around him, waiting until her breathing had returned to normal. Then she raised her head. "You."
He flushed under the heat of her gaze. He offered her a smile and said, "No, you."
She returned his smile and shook her head at him. She shifted in the bed and her thighs made contact with his erection. Her eyes drifted downward and she moaned, "Mm…"
She pressed his shoulders until his back rested on the bed. She straddled him and took his hands. He watched her behind narrowed eyes. She smiled at him and raised his arms so that his hands rested flat on the bed over his head. Her breasts stared him full in the face and unable to resist, he took one into his mouth. Her intentions disappeared from her mind as his tongue raked across first one nipple and then the other. Her thighs pressed against him as her slick body held him down.
She allowed herself the pleasure of his tongue and mouth for a few seconds more before she went back to the task at hand. She pressed his arms against the bed, silently telling him to remain in that position. With a slight nod of his head, he told her that he understood. She then slid back down his hard body. She didn't stop until they were face to face. His eyes were bright and there was a glow in them that she had never seen before. A lump formed in her throat and she quickly swallowed it back down. With a smile on her full lips, she kissed him with her open mouth. As their tongues met again and again, her hand slid between them. With trembling fingers, she slid him inside her. He shivered at how tightly she held him.
"Oh, God," Stefan moaned against Carrie's mouth. She smiled and then she drew his bottom lip between hers. She suckled and nibbled as her thighs squeezed down on and over his. She pulled him deeper inside her and her hold on him became even tighter. Stefan's backside rose from the bed and his pelvis pushed against hers. Forgetting about their prior agreement, his hands left their prone position on the bed and closed around her hips. His long, tapered fingers dug into the softness of her flesh and Carrie rocked harder against him.
"I love you."
She smiled as he again told her how he felt about her. With her breasts pressed flat against his hard chest, the rapid pounding of his heart was not lost on her. She felt a thrill of happiness course through her as she recognized that for the first time in their lovemaking, Stefan was losing control. There past encounters had always been pleasurable for both of them, but she had known that he hadn't given all of himself to her. Now as she looked into the eyes that were darkened with passion and the love he no longer hid from her, she knew that he was all hers.
With the frenzied movements of their bodies, their climax came and came again. Losing himself inside of her, Stefan sat up straight in the bed. Carrie's legs closed around his waist and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. His arms squeezed him to her just as her thighs continued to do the same to him. With love and tears in her eyes, she answered the question that he had silently been asking her all the while his body had loved her. Softly, she spoke to him…
"Yes, Stefan. I will keep on loving you…and loving you."
Song credit – "The Sweetest Taboo" by Sade