Into You (13 page)

“Just as long as you understand there are no soft mattresses or comfy cushions in here.”

Her two front teeth sunk into her bottom lip. I bent down and kissed it, bringing it between my lips and sucking on it a moment. “You’re such a tease.”

She smiled. “You have no idea.”

“You know the best way to deal with a tease, right?”

She smiled, “How?”

“Make her deliver.” I turned the water off, reached for the dishtowel and dried my hands.

"Oh, yeah?
How's this for delivery?" Elizabeth pulled her shirt over her head, and tossed it on the floor, her eyes challenging me. “Is this what you want?”

“That’s not nearly all.”

Her eyes didn't move from mine, didn't waver in the slightest. Her sudden show of confidence took me by surprise. I thought I satisfied her earlier. I know I did, I just didn’t expect her to want more so soon. Could she be any more perfect?

Elizabeth leaned against me, crushing her mouth hard against mine. After the kiss she stepped out of her pants, took my hands and rubbed them over her body. I closed my eyes, enjoying the softness of her curves beneath my hands.

“Elizabeth.”

She continued taking her clothes off until she stood before me bare and beautiful. Stunned, my mouth fell open.

“Is this what you want?” I asked grabbing her ass and slamming her hard against me.

“Yes.” she smiled, her eyes holding a wicked gleam. “Why are you still dressed?”

If I didn’t have her earlier, I never would’ve been able to control myself. My skin tingled where she touched me. She pulled my shirt over my head, and used her mouth to explore my chest. I closed my eyes, relishing each touch, wondering what brought this on. And how to ensure I’d get her to do it again.

Her hands moved onto my pants, and I didn’t think I’d ever been so hard.
Ever. Once out of them, she pulled my boxer briefs down with her teeth. Thinking of nothing but her and how she was making me feel, I wrapped one hand in her silky hair. I led her head down, where I'd only imagined her mouth kissing and nibbling, and licking. She complied easily, taking all of me in her mouth. Her tongue working magic. I threw my head back, enjoying it, ready to explode.

Elizabeth brought me to the brink, over and over again, pulling away just before I’d come. I couldn’t take any more. I looked down at her on her knees, an
d thought mine would give out.

I pulled away, far enough, to lift her in my arms and drop her on the counter. Elizabeth curled her lips into a smile. I was rough with her and she seemed to like it. Her eyes welcomed more.

“You okay?” I asked just to be sure. I was afraid if I did something wrong I’d never see this side of her again.

“Not yet. B
ut it’s nothing you can’t fix.”

Without further hesitation, I separated her knees. She threw her head back with expectancy, and leaned her hips toward me, waiting for me to enter. I couldn’t wait any longer. I plunged inside her, enjoying t
he look of relief on her face.

She grinned with pleasure and moaned contentedly, accommodating all of me. She held me tight, her nails digging into my skin as I plunged deeper inside her. I didn’t care at that moment if she made me bleed. Her hands moved to the counter to brace herself, allowing me to go harder and deeper inside her.

She moved her hand from the counter into the fresh baked apple pie next to it. With the soft gooey substance dripping from her, she used my shoulder to wipe her hand free of the gelatinous apple. Her tongue lapped my skin, with slow, long licks, clearing it of the sticky residue, before she reached back into the pastry.

Again Elizabeth’s hand emerged full of pie. This time she rubbed it on her breasts, and down to her naval. Still inside her, I slowed my pace, holding her breasts as in turn I
nibbled and licked them clean.

I could tell by her breath, by her moans, she was at the edge. She just had to relax and let herself fall, trusting I’d be there to catch her. As she did, she screamed my name. I felt her quiver around me. I couldn’t take anymore, I let go and fell along with her.

Chapter 35

Elizabeth

The whirlwind that Carter created around us couldn't stop time. I wish it did, but before I knew it, Sunday night crept up on us, and I had to go home. More because we both realized we needed our space than because I lived so far.

“What’s wrong?” Carter asked, brushing his fingers along my breast, causing my face to flush.

I shook my head, “Nothing. I was just thinking tomorrow night is Christmas Eve and then Tuesday is Christmas Day.”

He nodded. “I know.”

I looked up at him coyly, “You won’t be alone will you?”

He
smiled, an amused look on his face. “No. My aunt’s having her usual Christmas shindig. Lots of family. My mother and cousins will be there and then Santa comes. It’s really nice.” He paused a moment. “Christmas Day is usually quiet and subdued. Just my mother and me.”

“Oh.” I tried to hide my disappointment, “I’m glad.”

“You were worried I’d be alone?” His eyes twinkled.

I nodded.

Carter stroked my hair, still smiling, “That’s sweet.”

“What can I say? I’m better than sugar.”

“What if I were going to be alone? What would you have done?”

“I would’ve invited you to spend Christmas with my family and me.”

“So why don’t you?”

“You just said you have plans.”

“Plans change.” He pulled me closer, so that I was leaning against his chest and he was looking down at me. “That is, if you don’t mind.”

“Mind?
I would love it.”

“Great. But there’s one condition.”

“Aren’t you the one crashing Christmas dinner?”

“Fine.
I won’t come.”

I let out a long sigh feigning displeasure,
“Okay, what’s your condition?”

“You spend tomorrow night with me and my family and I’ll sp
end Christmas Day with yours.”

I never spent Christmas Eve away from my parents and I couldn’t imagine it would go over well. What’s more, I knew if I agreed to go with him I would have
to meet his mother. His mother!

For a moment I couldn’t move. Time stood still.
Suspended. The thought intimidated me even more than Carter did on our first date. After a loud gulp I found my voice.

“But my parents are expecting me.”

“And my mother’s expecting me.”

“What if she doesn’t like the idea of me coming or you spending Christmas Day with us?”

“Oh, she'll be upset. I’m sure of that. She doesn't like to share me. But I want you to come." His voice was smooth, and warm like melted chocolate. And somehow it held an urgency it didn't have before. "Besides fair is fair. I’ve already agreed to meet your parents.”

I could find no retort for that and wished I would’ve kept my mouth shut. “Great.” I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster up, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
 

*

All the way home, my heart pounded hard and heavy in my chest. My shoulders rose from their natural position, to just below my ears causing pain in my neck.

By the time I got home the pounding I felt in my chest worked its way up to my head. I brought my hand up to my forehead and massaged my temples. I dreaded making the phone call but knew I'd be much be
tter off getting it over with.

I picked up the phone and dialed my parents. Halfway through the first ring I hung up, losing my nerve. After a few more deep breaths and a mantra of “I
can do this,” I dialed again.

When my mother answered, I had a hard time speaking, due to my sudden dry mouth. I doubted she would understand, and prepared myself for a long, drawn out argument. It didn't matter, I had to tell her I wasn’t going to spend Christmas Eve with my family; they'd notice when I didn't show up. Getting up my nerve, I did my best to skirt the subject with smal
l talk.

Picking up on the tremulous tone in my voice my mother asked, “Honey, what’s wrong?”

I couldn’t hold back any longer and in one long unabbreviated sentence I told my mother about the change in plans for the holiday.

"Mom, I've been seeing this guy, and he means a lot to me, so I invited him to spend Christmas with us, and he agreed, but said only if I spend Christmas Eve with his family." 

Much to my surprise my mother didn’t protest. She didn’t even sound angry or upset. I'd even say she sounded happy.

"Beth, that's wonderful. I look forward to meeting him if this is someone special in your life."

"What about Dad?"

"Don't
worry, I'll take care of him. Just make sure you call us tomorrow."

"O
f course. And Mom, I love you."

After the conversation with my mother my body relaxed. It went much better than I expected, and I wondered why I stressed so much over it. I spent the rest of the evening preparing for the next day. I wanted to have everything ready. I rummaged through my closet like a mad woman throwing outfit after outfit on my bed. My bedroom looked like a cl
othing store threw up in it.

Finally I found the dress I was looking for.
A black and red sweater dress with a few large black sequins sewn on. It wasn't super dressy or super casual. I could dress it up with accessories, or down and keep it simple by taking them off. Satisfied, I cleaned up and climbed into bed. I lie there, waiting for sleep, but my jittery nerves would have none of it.

I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing, ready to welcome a good night’s rest. Instead I tossed and turned thinking about meeting the woman in the picture. It was the first time I was being broug
ht home to meet a guy’s mother.

When I dated Mason, not only did he never suggest bringing me home to meet anyone, we'd have to meet a few towns over for a date. I hoped I wouldn't blow it, wouldn't say something stupid or ridiculous. After Carter's past, I knew she was important to him, the most important person in his life. I had one chance to get this right. One shot at making a good fir
st impression on his mother.

*

After a long, sleepless night, I found once my day started, the hours passed quickly. My nerves were getting the best of me. My trembling hands forced me to slow down as the day wore on. I wondered what Carter’s mother would be like. I thought back to the picture in Dr. Penbrook’s office. Proper came to mind.

I hoped a long steamy shower would relax me. Initially it worked. The hot water seemed to melt away the tension in my neck. I rolled my shoulders forward and b
ackward, then twisted my back.

I lathered my skin with shower gel gathering myself together, feeling better by the minute. Until I found I forgot to remove my bra. At that point I realized there was no relaxing. At least not unt
il the night was over.

Once dressed, I took extra care in applying my makeup.  I wanted to highlight my eyes. I was sure if I made them the focal point of my face Carter’s mother would have no choice but to sustain eye contact. That was the surest way I could fathom
beginning the bonding process.

I took one last look in the full length mirror minutes before Carter was due to arrive. I ran my hands down the dress, admiring the way it looked with the long, black boots. It hugged my curves, but wasn't too
showy.

The doorbell rang at precisely eight o’clock just as Carter promised. With a new found giddiness I opened the door. My eyes took him in hungrily. He looked like he just stepped out of a ski lodge in his black pants and winter sweater. The red sweater boasted snowflakes and evergr
een trees. He followed my eyes.

"I know it's dorky, but my Aunt Rose bought it for me last Christmas. I thought I should wear it at least once."

"I think you look great." I threw my arms around his neck grateful to not be alone any longer.

“Keep this up and we’ll be spending Christmas Eve here,” he said nuzzling his
lips into the nape of my neck.

I giggled and pulled away.  “I missed you.”

“I miss you every minute I’m not with you,” he smiled.

“Do I look all right?” I spun around before him.

“Mmm,” he said pulling me into his arms again, “better than all right. You look fantastic.”

“Good.”

“Ready to have your life changed forever? Because once we leave your apartment, nothing will ever be the same.”

The smile on my face disappeared. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

*

On the drive over to his aunt’s house, I noticed Carter was quieter than usual. He seemed content just to hold my hand and listen to Christmas music. I on the other hand was not. I needed to talk to keep in the moment and not fixate on how insecure I felt meeting his mother.

"What do you mean my life will change forever?"