The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

My hands turn to claws without meaning to, raking my nails down his back as he repeats the move that has us both moaning out, breathing labored. Getting lost as he comes in for another kiss, but like some demon inside of me has been unleashed with what he is doing to me, I cling to him with every thrust, every groan and moan, hands roaming his entire back and shoulders, even gripping his ass when he starts to move with more purpose.

He rocks in against me, hands cupping my face and bodies completely in sync, locking eyes on me, making me crazy with how much my body wants to explode from the one million overwhelmingly amazing sensations ripping through my core with every confident thrust from him. He looks lost in what we’re doing too, unable to keep his eyes on me as they get heavier and shut, tipping his jaw into my neck and breathing against me hard when he ups the tempo and I lose control.

What starts as slow, romantic sex, easy movements and eyes locked, turns hot and hard and completely out of either of our control in what feels like seconds, because I simply turn into some crazy wanton devil who wants more than romantic soft sex.

Like a power of frustration being unleashed in a tidal wave and try as he might to keep what we’re doing on the low key, we are soon grinding, panting and ravaging each another until the bed rocks and the headboard starts thudding off the wall in quick succession. He pulls my knee up on one side to angle into me harder, to help him gain momentum and soon has me pounded to the bed, the springs creaking, biting his lip while he frowns sexily, clawing at his chest and nibbling any part of him I can reach.

Caught up in a frenzy of hard thrusts, groaning, moaning, as my body erupts in a million explosions around him, an orgasm ripping through me so fast, like before, and it completely takes my breath away. I pant, cry out, spasm and arch below him, but do not let go when he tries to give me time to recover. I hold him, urge him not to stop and find the desire returning equally fast to keep going, gripping on tight.

“Don’t stop. Not until we both get there.” I gasp between moans, his mouth against my face as he rocks back into me at speed once more, finding a natural rhythm between us. Arrick pushes my hands to the bed, to control the way I’m spearing him with my nails, fingers entangled, head buried in my neck as he thrusts into me with the pent-up tension that has been building between us for weeks. Grinding into me, making me gasp with every thrust.

He’s still trying to be gentle; I can feel the way he’s holding back, trying to stay in control and I am willing him to unleash himself. I trust him, I want him to be able to be who he is with me too. I don’t believe for one second that my passionate, fight loving Carrero is a tame lover, I can feel so much more bristling within him and I’m urging it to come out and face me. I want that side to him, to be the one who he lets it loose on and shows me what he’s really like.

I wriggle and squirm as the intensity builds again, body on fire, aching, growing in heat and sensation for the second time and feeling like I am about to be torn apart with the summit of this climax. I tighten my legs around his waist in a bid to control how hard he is pounding into me, his hands letting me go as he instead grabs my thighs and sits up to his knees, pulling my body with him so he can lever me, lifting my butt off the bed without changing rhythm. I arch against him, moaning so loudly and reach to claw at him, completely set free and uncaring about how much noise I am making. I find my own natural motion, grinding with his body moving my hips to match the waves of pleasure.

Arrick seems to be starting to let go too, less gentle as he grips me, thrusts harder and looks a lot less serene and calm than the Arry I know. This Arry looks capable of pushing me up against a wall and blowing my mind with hard sex, and yet it doesn’t scare me or take me any place except right here. I want it, I want more.

I push my shoulders into the bed as the first waves sweep up from my toes, heat and tingles engulfing me as I arch so far back that my whole spine lifts up and my pelvis is pushed more into his, making me cum spectacularly. I can’t contain the wracking explosion that hits me, or the way my body convulses for the second time, or literally how crazy wild I go, lost in my ecstasy and release, completely oblivious to anything else. Arrick lifts me up so I’m catapulted against him mid-orgasm, and I end up straddling him as he slumps back onto his ass. He grabs my hips and grinds me down onto his lap so the intensity doubles and I literally cry out in his face, mouth gaping, hard thrusts through every wave until my body can’t take anymore. Gasping in surrender and completely reliant on him to hold me up when my body releases the tidal wave and I stab him with my claws as I grip on through the ultimate climax that wracks me from inside out.

“Jesus, Sophie.” Arrick’s voice brings me around and I realize he’s back on top of me, I’m flat on the bed once more and uncurling my grip from his shoulders, definite puncture wounds from where I grabbed onto him but at least he’s smiling. He rolls off me and flops back on the bed with a massive exhale that makes him sound exhausted so suddenly, raising a shoulder and looking behind him as he does so. “Baby … I did not take you for a scratcher. Holy shit, I look like I’ve been at it with a wildcat. Fuck, that was better than good. I don’t think I expected that turnaround. Are you okay though?” He grins and rolls back to me, kissing me on the mouth as I lie panting and reveling in the left-over tingles still consuming my body. I can barely breathe, let alone smile or react to the fact I have probably scarred him for life. Permanent disfigurement while having sex is surely not normal.

“I’m better than okay, that felt really … really good! And, I’m sorry.” I pant breathlessly, unsure how to feel about the fact that I definitely want to do that again, as soon as I recover my breathing and maybe I should cut my nails off. My body has just met complete satisfaction in a way I never knew it could, and although he did make me cum after Leila’s party, it never felt anywhere near as mind-blowing as these two did. I’m floating on cloud nine and I feel like he should maybe live between my thighs permanently now.

To think I have had him for the last few weeks and haven’t been making use of this all that time.

I had known what was coming I wouldn’t have

I’m happy that it felt good, that’s kind of the point.” He winks at me and I shake my head at him, sated, exhausted suddenly and completely relaxed in every way as though I have just had ten full-body massages in one go. He looks over his shoulder and

and see, suddenly feeling majorly guilty that I did get a little wild and maybe I really have hurt him. I wasn’t

girlfriend clawing shit out of you because what you’re doing obviously works for her.” He winks at me; a completely unashamed Casanova move with a twinkle in his eye

feel weird or wrong at all. I did it. I got through it. I don’t feel anything that I thought I would feel, and not once, while he was inside of me did I

just man enough to handle you in all your untamed wildness; you look crazily sexy right now.” Arrick smiles and swoops in at me, kissing me on the mouth a little passionately and I seriously wonder how soon he can be ready for round two. Already my little

long it’s been since he actually had sex. I don’t want

matter. None of that

I only shake my head and watch him deposit it back where he got it. Eyes glued to that

could do that to me again

have a hot jacuzzi waiting for us. Then food, and you know how much you love your food. This was a big deal, Sophie, we need to let your emotions catch up and take time to process. Don’t think

know. I don’t want to ruin it by talking about it though. Don’t make it a thing.” I frown and then feel stupid

a second I honestly don’t know where to look. Seeing him completely starker’s is completely different to letting him have his way with me naked. Now the lust fueled

me to him by the ankle when he gets fed up waiting. I squeal as he picks me up and pulls me into his arms to carry like a bride to

like I’ve seen you undressed a whole lot okay? It takes some getting used to.” I am still trying not to look

every day. In fact, I need pictures, where’s your phone, you are sending me naked selfies.” He jokes and turns as though he really is going to go find it.

Nate uses your phone when you’re in the ring? He has called me on it before to tell me when you’re winning.” I hold a palm in front of his face. I’ll never let him get a single naked shot of me when his

wounded, seriously disappointed that I’m laying down the law on this. Obviously had

he narrows his frown at me and then

obediently step in the tub and sit down, then shimmy forward when he gets in behind me, the temp is still hot, and the water jets are crazily good on my body. I keep expecting this to turn weird or different, like a looming mood to suddenly jump up and ruin it all for me, but despite what we just did, it still feels the same, sort of. I don’t feel weird around him, or that we did anything worse than cuddling up or kissing. He isn’t acting like it’s a big deal, and I guess it’s making me relax too. Suddenly, instead of this being a huge thing it feels right like we haven’t even done anything

water to look at the nail marks I left on him, inching

shit out of him was not exactly something I