Tulips for Tonica (6 page)

“You’re going to get it now.” He teased and slapped her delicious ass.

“You promise?”

Tonica’s heavy breathing threatened to drown out Carte’s heated words. She combed her hands through his dark blond curls. His extremely well-endowed maleness shot out from the soft curls. Her hands glided over every defined muscle. She’d seen him nude before, but a man with a body so hard and so well-toned should be admired. His lush tawny skin glowed in the bright lamp lights. He moved her legs, parting them and resting them around his waist.

“Such a beautiful pussy.” His thumb rubbed her swollen clit, shooting jolts of pleasure through her body.

She looked down her body at him. Their eyes connected. He watched her face intently as he strummed her hard nubbin. Her muscles reacted as if they had a mind of their own—contracting and twisting, bucking and bending under his ministrations.

“Carte!” she shrieked. His thumb’s pace increased more and more, the spring inside her tightened until she thought she’d explode. 

“Yeah, come on, baby. Come for me. I love to see you shine for me.”

She couldn’t help it. Her fingers twisted her nipples to the point the pain bled into pleasure. That delicious feeling served as a wick to her clit. Carte fanned the flame, his thump rubbing her swollen bud so fast, with just the right amount of pressure. Lubricated by her own wetness, her clit throbbed excessively.

“Oh. My. God!  Carte!”

“Come on! Give it to me!” he growled, his own desire turning his tone feral.

The pressure burrowed until nothing existed but this overwhelming pleasure that bowled through time, light, and space. Her legs tightened, and all at once she shrieked—she couldn’t even say that words actually came out—just a spewing of oral ranting. She might have said his name as her orgasm detonated inside her.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Carte smiling down at her. “There you go, baby.”

He kissed her lips, her cheek, and on down her neck. She grabbed a fistful of the silky strands of his hair with one hand, and across his back with the other. He continued kissing her on her neck, sucking along her collarbone. So soft, nice and stimulating, Carte’s kissed paused just before his cock gradually entered her slick pussy.

“Damn, you’re so wet. So ready for me, baby.”

“Yes.” She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling more of his wide, wonderful phallus inside her. Tiny muscle contractions inside her gripped at Carte’s thickness.

Carte’s rhythm started slow. He pulled out his steely length and used his thick purplish head to tease her clit. Rubbing his weeping cock around her still-throbbing clit, Carte groaned.

“Damn, Tonks,” he said as he pushed back into her wet warmth.

Thrusting, he drove in deep, making her moan with bliss. Rotating his hips, he went deeper into her, stealing her breath. Her nails buried deep into his back. He nipped at her neck before leaning back. On his knees, he didn’t break stride. He unwrapped her legs from his waist and placed them on his shoulders. Again, Tonica discovered her toes in his wet mouth.

“Carte!” She grabbed a fistful of sheets to keep her grounded and closed her eyes.

“Yes?” He released her toes and kissed her ankle. “I love you.”

She opened her eyes again. “I love you too.”

After his declaration, his rhythm increased. He continued to rain kisses across her ankles’ position on his shoulders. Tonica met his thrusts and savored him. The last few weeks had been so magical. She’d never thought she’d find this kind of happiness with a man, but she had. Her love for Carte continued to bloom and she wanted it to last forever.

“You love me?” Carte asked, his voice gruff with passion.

“Yes!”

“Are you mine?”

“All yours!” she answered, snatching breaths, because Carte’s thrust had become ruthless in their pacing.

“Mine, Tonica!”

Shivers raced across her body. Something about him claiming her love and needing her to confirm it turned all her dials. She loved that he loved her and wanted her. She’d never wanted a man as much as she wanted him. It stunned her, but she’d been drawn inexplicably to him. A budding of another orgasm grew inside her.

“Yours! All yours, baby,” she purred and fell into the warmth of a rapidly approaching climax.

She could tell Carte’s own orgasm approached because his cadence had exploded into a fast slapping of bodies. They melted into each other and all conscious thoughts dissolved into their nerves as the feelings and the sensations obscured all others.

“Oh, Tonks!” Carte growled, as his entire body shuddered. He reached his summit and gasped out her name.

Inside her, Tonica felt his hot release and it pushed her upward to reach her own pinnacle. Shouting, she came, the world surging in bright lights and stars. Her entire body seized and her muscles contracted as quakes rocked through her.

Carte withdrew from her, and kissed her forehead. “You. Make. Me. Crazy.”

With that said, he rolled off the bed. She closed her eyes and listened to the water running in the bathroom. Moments later, she felt the bed give from Carte’s weight. She opened her eyes. 

“Open your legs,” Carte said.

“Again, lover?” she asked, smirking at him.

He chuckled too. She parted her legs and he gently cleaned her with a warm cloth.

He returned the washcloth to the bathroom and returned to the bed.

Crawling in beside her, he wrapped her into his arms. “You know I love you. I meant that, Tonks.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t just the heat of the moment or my two lips.”

He slapped her bottom.

“No, I love you. I want you in my life, permanently. I’ve told you that from the beginning.”

She nodded and kissed his shoulder. “I want you in my life too.”

Relaxing into his arms, Tonica released a sigh.

“Permanently?”

“Permanently?” Tonica rose up on her elbow and glanced back at him. “What do you mean?”

Carte lay back on the pillow. “I mean for life—as my wife.”

“You can’t be serious.” Tonica turned around to face him fully. She understood the endorphins of sex can make a person agree to just about anything, but marriage? After two weeks? One look at his face, and it told her that Carte was very serious.

“I have never felt this way about anyone. I’m not planning to give that up. You complete me. Period. Ask yourself. Have you ever felt like this with anyone? We have a real thing here, a connection that transcends time, place, and all the bullshit people throw at us. Look what we’ve gone through already.”

“I can’t just elope with you! I need a ring. My mom will want a wedding….”

Carte smiled at her. “I wasn’t recommending we elope. And as for the ring…”

He rolled over to his side and pointed out the bouquet of tulips on the nightstand.

No. He didn’t. He couldn’t. Tonica’s throat was dry. She looked at the multicolored tulip grouping as if it was a hydra.

“Go on, baby.” Carte encouraged.

She reached for the flowers. Seated in the red tulip’s center was a diamond ring.

“Carte…” She took it out, with her heart hammering faster than a freight train.

“Tonica, will you be my wife?” he asked.

She looked up from the enormous diamond and noted Carte had slipped to the floor on bended knee. Nude as the day he’d been born.

Be married to a man who made every day feel like she was a princess? A man who understood her unlike anyone else. Despite how new their relationship seemed to be, she knew without doubt she wanted Carte forever. No one had ever fit with her personality like this. She’d investigated him and knew him intimately before she became his lover. Apparently, he’d done the same.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“YES!” Tonica screamed.

Carte shot up and tackled her onto the bed. He rained kisses down on her.

“Don’t worry about the flowers for the wedding,” Carte said, snuggling against her.

Tonica grinned. “Of course, tulips.”

**RaeLynn**

Stories in the GSO series (in reading order)

C.A.K.E (Cree and Stephen)

An English Rose (Evelyn and Liam)

Tulips for Tonica