The Carrero Effect Trilogy

Chapter 18B

He exhales and screws his eyes closed tight. Our bodies adjust to the sensation of being joined again, my body stretching as he inches slowly inside of me. We're fully connected, yet neither of us is moving. Jake lifts himself over me, using his hand by my wrist to steady his weight, and catches my free hand returning it to the same position beside the other. I let out a slow sigh of relief. Him holding me down and gazing directly into my eyes is a sure sign that he isn't going to try to stop this.

He slowly moves back and then forward, easing in and out of me, letting us both get used to the feeling of each other again. I groan as the sensation floods through me, keeping my eyes wide open, never breaking our connection so I don't lose him in his own head. I want how I look now to be what he sees when we make love, not the memory of that girl he broke in two. I want to erase his guilt and see only where we are now-that's all that matters anymore.

He does it again, and some tension softens in his furrowed brow and gorgeous narrowed eyes. This time he groans softly under his breath as my body tingles and soars.

"You feel so good." He moans softly. My answer doesn't make it out of my mouth as he moves again, quickly, with a few gentler thrusts. All I can do is inhale and arch my back as my body jumps into high pleasure mode. Being held down this way, he has full access to my breasts and tips his head, catching a nipple between his teeth softly.

"Harder," I command, in a husky tone, as he moves into me again in the same painfully slow motion. He sucks my nipple, and a shooting wave of pleasure sparks straight from there to my core, causing me to groan far more loudly than I realize. It spurs him on. The next thrusts are firmer and more intense. Jake lets go of my wrists and cages my head with his hands, so he can push his body higher above me, giving him better leverage. He thrusts again with more passion and intent, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Oh, my God." I start whimpering as the rolling waves of hotness tingle at my toes, moving slowly up with his every push inside me. My hands come to his arms, snaking around his muscles, my nails dragging on his skin. I'm rolling around in ecstasy, and when he begins to push into me more rhythmically, with harder thrusts, I start to lose all control. "Oh, God! Yes! God … Jake." I cry out as I scream internally with extreme divine pleasure. Every single moment of being joined with him takes away the last pains or regrets in my heart; being reunited this way is the final healing balm I need.

"Wait for me, baby. I'm really close." He groans with a devilishly low tone that is as sexy as sin. It's been so long for both of us that neither of our bodies can contain the pleasure, brimming close to conclusion without effort. The tidal waves and ripples growing are coursing up from my legs and over my pelvis. He thrusts harder with more intent.

I'm trying so hard to let him find his release with me, but I'm being taken over by them, crying out and groaning, panting, and clawing at his shoulders in ecstasy. I can't contain it much longer as it consumes every fiber of my body, and my vision turns to the tingling sparks of an orgasm coming close enough to engulf me.

"Now, baby. Fuck." Jake groans out, and we both explode together, stars and sensations crashing through my body, making me convulse and arch into him, losing all sight of the blackness that consumes me while each wave and racking spasm runs its course. It lasts for what seems like forever, bursting fireworks and satisfying ripples, then convulsions before I'm finally still.

We lie motionless, entangled in the aftermath of our release for a few moments, my fingers in his hair, and I run my nails lightly through it as he rests his head in the crook of my neck.

"I love you so much, Emma, more than I can ever tell you, baby." His voice is raspy and deep, and I start smiling against his head.

"I'm pretty sure what you just did more than tells me." I grin as he levers himself up to plant a firm kiss on my mouth; the look of hesitation he had is now gone, that haunting faint look in his eye that was lingering for weeks, always brimming under the surface like a tiny insecurity is completely gone.

"We just christened our house … Now we just have to do that in every room before we can officially move in." He grins at me boyishly, his face returning to the man I missed so much, a hint of cheeky and sexual innuendo lurking in its depths.

You're finally back. God, I missed you.

"Well, seeing as I have crazy ravaging hormones that make me sex mad, and I'm already hoping for a second round, I wouldn't say it's a chore." I grin at him, seeing his body heave with a huge relaxed sigh.

"I'm game if you are," he winks sexily, the gorgeous dark lust-filled depths of those eyes already returning.

"Completely!"