EroticReverie

Carver 

“Youre so fucking stupid” Joliette says the next morning as she stitches me up.

Zephyr and Kazimir left after I came inside with  Joliette. Edana just rolled her eyes at me and Joliette as we went to my bedroom where I spent my time on my girls pussy for hours. Fingering her. Licking her. Tongue fucking her precious fucking cunt that was all mine.  I didn’t care how bad my arm hurt. The taste of this damn girl was a drug that made nothing else fucking matter. She came so fucking sweet for me. Again and again till she begged me to stop. Then kissed my fucking wounded arm and laid on my good side and fell asleep next to me. 

And now we were in the kitchen. Her in nothing but one of my shirts after a shower I made her take alone while I used my mothers. Because If I got into a fucking shower with Joliette. There was going to be no way to hold back seeing her fucking wet body or those tits covered in soap. 

I growl as the needle punches through my skin. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t get shot then” she scolds me. I smile at her and she looks up from what she’s doing. 

“Hate you.” She says and I nod. 

“Love you too” I say and lean in and kiss her nose as she scrunches it. 

“You know” she says as she looks back down as she puts another stitch in my arm. 

“I’m not as sweet as you think…because ever since you came home last night. All I want to do is slap the hell out of you. And punch your incredibly hot face.” She says and smirk at her as she fights back her own smile without looking up. 

“Really? Couldn’t tell” I say joking and she lifts her eyes up to me. 

The girl deserved better. So much fucking better. A girl like hers deserved a safe guy. One that didn’t get shot at. One that didn’t leave her in the middle of night to take care of business while she laid in bed alone. I kiss her nose again. Thankful that she’s choosing to let me keep her. 

“I love you” I tell her again. 

“Yeah yeah” she says and I smile and she looks up at me again and she leans in and kisses me softly. 

“Love you too asshole” she says and I chuckle and she goes back to work and I bite down as she pieces the skin with the needle for the last stitch. 

“Never knew home ec class would come in handy for stitching up my dipshit boyfriend” she says and I laugh slightly. 

“Easy on the insults. My dick can only get so hard Bellamira” I tell her and she rolls her eyes. 

I knew it couldn’t be easy for her. Not knowing where I was every night. What I did that sent me back to her with a bullet in my arm. But I loved her even more for not going to bed angry with me. Or even waking up angry. 

I watch her set the needle down and her hands gently hold my bicep as she inspect her work and my damn heart beats faster when she fucking kisses the stitches. So. Fucking. Sweet.  Not for the first time , I think to myself , that I’m going to marry this girl someday.  That I couldn’t imagine my world without her sweetness in it.  I wanted to be the guy that could marry her and deserve her. To be the guy that gave her babies if she wanted them. A home. A fucking dog or a cat. Whatever she wanted. There wasn’t a single person in this world that deserved whatever the fuck they wanted more than her. 

“You hear from Briar at all?” I ask her , because I’d been asking her everyday. Making sure the fucking scumbag left her alone. 

She shakes her head. 

“Told you I’d tell you If I did” she says and I know she’s growing annoyed with my constant asking but I needed to fucking hear her say it. To reassure me that I’d done my job at keeping her safe from him. 

“I’m only checking” I say. 

“I know” she says and then stands and places her hands on my shoulders. Slipping them to my neck and up to my face. 

I loved the way she looked at me. Even last night when she was angry. Because I could still see it even then. She looked at me the way everyone dreams of someone looking at them. 

“Will you ever stop?” She asks. 

And I know what she’s asking. If I’ll ever stop whatever it is that keeps me from her at night. If I’ll ever stop doing what I do that her stitching me up on a Sunday morning. 

“Eating that pussy? Never” I say and she rolls

Her eyes. 

I sigh when she drops her hands and I grab one and bring it to my mouth. Kissing her hand. 

“I don’t know” I answer honestly 

“Are you ever gonna tell me?” She asks and I kiss her hand again. 

“Maybe” I say and she pulls her hand away. 

“That’s a no.” She says and I reach out wrapping my good arm around her. 

“No” I say as I pull her to sit on my leg. “It’s a maybe” I repeat. 

“Am I gonna tell you today? No. Tomorrow. No.” I say as I kiss her neck. 

“Someday? Maybe.” I whisper in her ear as she shifts in my lap and turns her face to me. 

“I don’t want to spend forever worried Carver” she says and I smile. 

“That you telling me you’re gonna be mine forever ?” I ask with a smile and kiss her mouth. 

“It’s me begging you to not do whatever it is you do” she says and I swallow and drag my nose along her neck and inhale her. The smell of soap on her skin. The scent of her that’s not soap or shampoo but just her. 

“I don’t want you worry forever either” I tell her. Cause that’s all I can give her right now. The promise that what she wants matters to me. 

“You’re beautiful” I whisper to her against her neck and she sighs. 

“Master of subject change. Just it very subtle about it” she says and I smile against her neck. Decorating her soft skin with my lips. Leaving an exploration of small soft kisses along every inch of her flesh. 

“You have a sexy neck” I tell her and she lets out a little laugh. 

“A sexy neck?” She asks. 

“Mmm” I nod and kiss it again. 

“So fucking sexy” I say and graze my teeth up along the side and bite done gently toward her nape. 

“Carver” she says my name , my cock perks up along with my ears hearing her say my name like that. 

“Yeah?” I answer and kiss the spot I just bit. 

“I want you” she exhales. 

“You have me” 

“You know what I mean” she whimpers. 

I smile and kiss her neck some more. I loved how badly Joliette wanted to have sex. And if she were anyone else. I’d have given it to her several fucking times by now. But I’d never been with a girl the way I was with her. 

I’d dated a few girls when was in middle school

And high school. But they weren’t serious. It was just letting them throw a title on the fact they were the only one I was fucking. 

I didn’t love them. I didn’t love anyone, except for Joliette. And I wanted to do things right. Granted I’d jumped the gun that night. Going down on her. But fuck. I couldn’t stop myself and she didn’t want me to. So I let myself have just a part of her for now. A very sweet , soft, warm and wet part of her that I’d spend everyday for as long as she let me. Eating the fuck out of. 

“Are you not happy?” I ask her. 

“Of course I am” she says as slide my hand up and down her side and then up under my shirt that she has on. 

“Yeah? You sure?” I ask and grab her breast gently and she nods with a little breath as I kiss her neck. 

“How happy?” I ask. 

“Should I slip my hand between those legs and find out?”