The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Arrick moves into my mouth again, seemingly unable to stand the distance, kissing me as passionately as he can, hands ravaging my hair and throat in a bid to keep me close as humanly possible. I can’t withstand his kiss, how it makes me feel, from inside out, an ache and yearning, burning to an almost unbearable fever pitch. His tongue finds mine, pushing us further into the sort of kissing that leaves no misinterpretation to how much he wants to have sex with me. His hands moving down to cup my breast as he pushes against me, my work their way inside his shirt, unbuttoning as I go and revealing that expanse of hard naked torso and tattoos. He presses a knee between my thighs, the pressure making me writhe and grind back to him. We both know where this is heading, and I don’t even hesitate about whether I want it or not.

He slides his leg further between my legs and moves in against me seductively teasing me sexually as his muscle rubs my softness. I let out a soft moan that seems to send him over the edge. I can feel his rock-hard arousal pressed into my pelvis, a real sign that Arrick is as sexually turned on by me as I am by him, insanely so and something inside of me seems to take this as a sign to lead. Inhibitions dissipating between us, sliding my hands down to his waistband and pulling the button and zipper open as he still kisses me into panting submission. I slide my hand into his trousers, seeking him out, no fear, no repulsion, just a dreamlike haze of drunkenness telling me how right this is and not to question it in the slightest.

I encircle him, shyness evaporating instantly because I know I now own this part of him, unsure if I am even doing this right but want to try, and I gently caress his erection cautiously with inexperienced hands. Empowered by my hazy state, fueled by his instinctual responses, his tongue still in my mouth and the subtle moans that start reverberating through him. The sense of power and sexiness it gives me fuels me with adrenalin and I tighten my grip and slide my hand up and down slowly.

Arrick groans as I increase the pressure of my hand, he gently bites my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth, his tongue tracing my lip erotically before he captures me once more in a full mouth kiss, teasing me relentlessly with the kind of passionate kiss I only dreamed I could enjoy. He slides my dress up from my thighs, one hand smoothing between them to seek me out, the way I sought him out, exploring between them until he skims the outer lace of my panties, grazing my heat and softness.

The touch sends a million tingles sweeping through me, so tantalizingly good that my legs almost give out as heat and an ache consume me. I push into him, urging his hand to explore more, but he pulls back instead. Bringing his forehead to mine and stilling my hand by grabbing my wrist. I don’t want him to stop and give my emotions a chance to catch up; the consuming confused haze that is lingering nearby, only silenced by his kiss which threatens to consume me again.

“Not here, not like this. You mean so much more to me than this.” He pants, his voice husky and low, his voice not familiar this way and it only makes my body vibrate with the sheer longing to have sex with him. Arrick slides his fingers into mine, pulling me with him towards the back of the Carrero house and leads me at speed along the back wall, under the cover of bushes and overgrown roses. Glancing at me and stopping every few steps to kiss me again and run his hand under my dress and over my thigh.

Everything happens so fast. The fast-paced walk to find the back entrance and then high tailing it into the house in complete darkness while his hands and mouth are all over me, pulling me to him and walking backwards within his tight embrace. We make out, fumbling, groping, teasing each other mercilessly while moving through the house swiftly. It’s empty due to the fact his family are still in my parents” house, eerily silent and illuminated only by moonlight. He stops me at the foot of the marble stairway to kiss me seductively, his fingers trailing over my breasts and his tongue probing my mouth sensually, pushing me into complete surrender. I groan and cling to him, seeking out his manhood through his pants and tracing him, feeling bolder with every passing touch and kiss he lays on me, shocked at how much of him I can feel in his pants now that he is all mine.

Arrick picks me up, distracting me from the thoughts I was having about his size and wrapping my legs around his waist as before, but this time he carries me upstairs. Fast scaling them, while still holding me close and keeping my mouth occupied with his, so that I don’t even realize when we reach the top in seconds.

He takes me to his bedroom amid bites and kisses along my jaw, neck, and my mouth, exploring how many ways he can kiss me and always gets an instant response, adjusting to him in every way. He doesn’t seem to have an end to how many variations of kisses he has perfected, and I am completely lost to him and that sensual mouth. All thoughts of anything but him on me have gone out of my head. I never imagined it would be this way with him when he finally let up and kissed me without limitation. I realize how much he held back before, anytime he kissed me in the past.

in the sheer desire to quell the burning lust between us as the room spins and sweeps around me. Arrick puts me on my feet so he can drag my dress over my head, only breaking away long enough to pull it off and coming straight back, hand

stooping to take them off, waiting as I lift one foot at a time, extracting them fully from my ankle and the whole while I find myself letting him

even care. I swear I am drunker than I was in the garden and everything is starting to swim around me with a headiness

kind of touch and I am having trouble processing the tidal waves of emotions coming at me from all angles over this. My head is torn in two, only quietening when his mouth is

against his bedroom wall, unsure how to behave or react when he lifts one of my legs behind the knee and bends it up to open me to him. I obey, watching the top of his head move in against me, unable to do anything but breathe heavily and watch in slow motion as his mouth connects between my thighs

with prickles and flutters, while his tongue probes and smooths within and around me. I gasp, tingling and writhing as I adjust to this alien sensation. He sucks me into his mouth and makes every part of me crumble. I groan out loud, grabbing his shoulder tightly with one hand to

can only identify as my first orgasm. I’ve heard enough from other girls to know that’s what this is, and I fall to pieces with the huge convulsion of fireworks that happen within me at super speed, turning me into incapable mush as I collapse on him involuntarily. I’m pretty sure making a girl cum in

me, keeping his mouth in motion throughout the convulsions before finally breaking free. I’m panting in the afterglow, heart racing, body sizzling and unable to stay upright. When he lets my leg down,

carefully, positioning himself over me and between my legs.

bodies again, still kissing me, moving to my neck and breasts and back up again as he captures my mouth once more. The room is spinning wildly, my chest aching as the walls start to close in on me so suddenly and I grip to his shoulders and try to focus

the light, I begin to feel unsure. Like some deep terror that used to happen whenever men got near me, begins to uncurl deep down,

about to have real sex hits me. I don’t know if I am ready for this, I haven’t had time to prepare and so many emotions about him are making my head ache with confusion. Everything is swirling around us, even though I am still

to how good it feels, my brain releasing so many conflicting thoughts and feeling as he slides his fingers inside of me slowly. I experience the pleasure of his touch, how strange and yet satisfying it feels, while at the

nibbling, lost in his lust-fueled haze of drunkenness and clearly only thinking of sex now that we have gotten to this point. I start to breathe in rapidly, trying to push the weight away and release the pressure in my lungs, trying to claw back some of the control back to my brain and tell myself that he wants

the mouth and I manage to lock eyes for a mere second before he really slides into me, no warning, not that I expected he would give me any. And I gasp and flinch as he penetrates me, slowly and surely, the sensation is alien, nothing like my memories of burning pain, revulsion, shame and devastation and I inhale