The urgency of his question compelled Carrie to raise herself from his chest to face him. Repositioning herself, she placed her hands on both sides of him, effectively boxing him in. Her face was inches from his and with a whispery soft voice she said, "I believe that happiness is very close at hand. Do you believe it, too?"
"Yes." He leaned towards her and gently brushed her lips with his. Their lips touched with tender insistence until their need overpowered them and demanded that their needs were met.
The passion, which had been placed on hold during their discussion, but had continued to build, was given free reign as DJLS' demo played in the background. Carrie's fingers were in the process of adjusting the volume on the stereo when Stefan covered her hand with his own. "Come with me," he softly commanded.
Their movements were slow and sensual as they swayed in time their inner rhythmic beat. He held her close and caressed her shoulders and back. The silkiness of the slip and the warmth of his hands made her nerve endings stand on end. "Mm…" she moaned deep in her throat. She wanted him and as he lowered his hands to her backside and pressed her against his growing arousal, she knew that she would have him and that for the first time, in a long time, her needs would be met.
The intimacy of their embrace, the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breath as she moaned in his ear drove Stefan to near madness. He'd experienced pleasure with numerous women. They'd pleased him in countless of ways, but none of them, not even the one he believed possessed his heart and soul, had ever moved him so completely with just a few small caresses and gestures. This night would be like no other, he realized. Perhaps, there really was such a thing as a soul mate, and perhaps, Carlotta was his.
Stefan moved to music and whispered in Carrie's ear. "Tonight, we will be one. Are you certain you want this?"
"Yes," came her low, throaty reply. "I want this. I want you."
"Then, you shall have me," he whispered. He gently kissed her cheek and moved down to her neck.
Continuing to sway to the erotic lyrics and suggestive beat of DJLS's B-side of "Crush," Stefan and Carrie quickly discarded their clothes. Her breath lodged in her throat as her eyes drifted over him. He was perfection. His hairless chest was taut and muscular, as were his abs. His thighs were rock hard and his legs were the best she had seen on any man, basketball players included. Roaming upwards, her eyes lingered on his magnificent manhood. A soft sigh escaped her lips and a slight gasp from Stefan alerted her to the fact that her perusal had not gone unnoticed. An uncharacteristic shyness consumed her and bashfully, she raised her eyes to his.
Smoldering emerald green eyes captured brown ones, as Stefan drew her to him. During her perusal of him, he had enjoyed the vision her nude form presented to him. She was as beautiful without clothing as she had been with, he realized. No work of art had ever known the grace and splendor her bare body presented to him. He reached for her hand and pulled her to him.
They stared into each other's eyes as the music voiced their thoughts in the background. Their eyes closed as their lips met. On first contact, the kiss was soft and gentle. Their lips parted, and then it became hot and ardent. Their bodies moved to the music as they lost themselves in their kiss.
One of Stefan's hands held Carrie's head in place as the other moved to caress her sensitive nipples. Pressing herself into his hand, she surrendered to the sensual pleasure drifting over her body. His arousal was firm and solid against her, and an ache began to grow deep inside of her, needing what only he could provide.
Stefan led her back to the bed. Together, they removed the comforter and the sheet. Carrie moved to the center of the bed, resting her back against the plump pillows. She smiled and opened her arms as Stefan joined her. When he began to pull her into his arms, she reached behind her to turn off the light. He took her hand, and whispered, "No. I want to see you."
Carrie nodded and settled herself within the warmth of his arms. The sound of Dawn's husky voice filled the room, as the two lovers explored each other. Being a masterful lover, Stefan soon discovered what brought Carrie pleasure. As she lost her fingers in his thick, dark blond hair, he lowered his head to her breast. He sucked and licked her nipples until the dark chocolate peaks stood on end, and then he directed his attention to the other breast. Her fingers clutched his head as his tongue rolled over her hardened peaks and his teeth gently bit her, causing shivers to run up and down her spine.
"Oh, Stefan," she groaned. She began to rub her legs together in aching need and anticipation. She wanted him…no, she needed him to fill her completely.
"Yes, Carlotta," he growled in reply. Understanding her need, his hand moved down her flat stomach. He felt her grow tense in anticipation and slowed his caress, taking his time to reach his destination. His hot mouth closed over hers again, as his fingers explored the softness between her legs. His tongue thrust hungrily inside her mouth as his fingers moved inside of her, causing her to become hotter and wetter with each caress.
Nearing satisfaction, Carrie's mouth broke free of Stefan's and blindly, she cried out his name. The pleasure was so great that no coherent thought entered her mind. He was taking care of her needs, making sure that she was satisfied and it thrilled her. His hard sex throbbed against her smooth thighs and she reached for him. Taking him into her hands, she began to give him the sweet pleasure he had given her.
Slowly, Stefan withdrew his fingers from her as she continued to massage and manipulate his erection. Her hands were skillful and he soon discovered that her mouth and tongue were as well. She took him in without hesitation and he surrendered to her.
Moving in time to her own rhythm, Carrie's head bobbed up and down. Taking him in completely and releasing him. The timing was sheer perfection and he feared he would explode. "Carrie," he groaned, running his fingers through her dark, brown hair. His fingers moved lower to lightly grazed her cheek. She paused in her attention to his distended member and drew his fingers into her mouth. Slick with perspiration, she slid up his body, his fingers still in his mouth. Enraptured, his eyes never left hers. He could see that she was as wild with her need for him as he was for her. Deftly removing his fingers from her mouth, he grasped the back of her head, pulling her to him to cover her mouth with a deep, searing kiss. He rolled over on top of her as their hot, wet bodies pressed close together.
He was hot and tender as he slowly entered her. Carrie's back arched as his thrusts moved deep inside of her. He filled her completely and the empty ache soon became a distant memory. Wrapping her legs around his waist, her hands reached for his backside, pressing him further inside her.
Stefan complied. He ground his lower body into hers, taking her close to the edge before he pulled her back. Her ragged sighs encouraged him to continue with his maddening torture. The sensual push in and pull back was driving them both insane and Stefan could play the game no longer.
His lips sought hers, drawing her tongue deep inside his mouth. He could still taste himself on her lips and the sensation aroused him further. The kiss their mouths shared soon matched the kiss their lower bodies were perfecting.
Her hands left his backside and trailed up his sleek, perspiration covered back. As their bodies moved to the same age-old rhythm, she clutched his back, inadvertently digging her nails into his skin. The brief flash of pain, excited Stefan even more and his thrusts began to move at a fevered pace. The movement rocked her and she lost her hold on his back. Her hands flew blindly to the headboard, as she desperately needed something to hold on to. Wanting to hold on to her as he drove them over the edge, he reached for her hands. Interlacing their fingers, he held fast as they surrendered to their soul-shaking spasms.
Carrie furiously blinked back the tears, which clouded her eyes as Stefan held her in his arms. She was embarrassed by the confusing emotion and if he asked her about it, she knew that she would have no words to offer as an explanation.
No words were necessary. Stefan shifted his position in the bed, so that they were face to face. When she tried to cover her face with her hands, he gently brushed them aside. He firmly, but tenderly, held her face in his hands. "I feel the same as you…joy which has brought me close to tears. There's no need to be ashamed or embarrassed in front of me or because of what we've shared. Please, know that I feel the same as you."
"Oh, Stefan," she cried softly, "I never knew it could be so…wonderful. I don't want this night to ever end…what we've shared…I never want to forget it."
"You won't," he reassured her. "I'll make certain that you don't."
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Song credit: "My Need"--Janet Jackson