LILLY

For the first time in my life, everything felt calm. Everything felt like peace.
The air smelled good and what I was laying on felt comfortable. I was still so sleepy but I had to wake myself up because I know Carter had been driving for a long time.

As I open my eyes, I don't see a car ceiling, no. I see a midnight blue ceiling with golden stars and planets. A crystal chandelier in the middle was not turned on.
The walls were white in the room I was in. And the floors were dark brown- almost back-wood.
The bed I was on was high with soft gray sheets and as my gaze goes to the balcony, I gasp at the view. A perfect view of the beach with the full moon bigger than I've ever seen.

The tides slammed the sand over and over in a calming way that made me feel at peace. But why is it so quiet? Where's Carter?

I slowly get up and walk down the stairs. It was a two-story house, almost like a loft. The bedroom was an open space and down the stairs was an open kitchen and living room. One part of the wall was made of windows entirely with a view of the beach. I knew when the sun will come up, everything in this house will be breathtaking.

The living room was cozy, a mix and match of a little bit of everything. The floors were dark brown wood. The couch was white with colorful throw pillows on it. The kitchen was made from dark wood too except for the black marble island that had silver streaks in it. If I knew how to bring my dream house into reality, this would be it. This would be my dream house.

I walk out the door and smile when my feet touch sand instantly. It's warm and feels funny.

"Glad you're awake, baby." I look to the left and there he is, sipping on a bottle of cold beer as he gently swings in the hammock wearing shorts and that's it. I smile and walk to him, loving the wind in the air for some reason. I ask, "Is this hammock strong enough to bare our weight together?" He smiles, "I made sure to get that kind exactly." He holds his arms open for me and I take my time in getting in the hammock with him, on him.
I lay my cheek on his chest and hold him tight. He kisses the top of my head gently and says, "Did you like your present?" I nod, "I love it. Is this a dream?"

"Don't wake me up if it is."

I chuckle, "I wouldn't wanna wake up either."

He holds me even tighter and I say, "I thought I lost you, Carter. I've been so damn scared. I still am. I can't knock off this feeling that they're still watching and they're waiting." He says, "I never thought I would be stabbed by my best friend. I've given it all some thought that maybe he had a reason to betray me but I can't think of any reason which makes me wonder if he was the one who told my father when he tried to run away with me. If my mother died because of him, I will kill Elijah. I will torture him until he begs me to die, Lilly. I won't rest until Elijah is dead."

I look up at him and he's so damn angry but he's hurting too. I say, "I'm sorry." He smiles, "You didn't do anything wrong. You've been perfect since day one. You've been mine since day one." I take his left hand in mine and kiss the back of his hand, on his ring finger, "And you've been mine since day one, Carter Romano." He closes on my lips and says, "You know, we haven't gotten to that honeymoon yet." I chuckle, "That's all you can think about now?"

"That's all I ever think about when I'm with you. I think about fucking you, I think about spending my life with you. All I think about is you, my Lilly. My wife. My love and my life."

I press my lips on his gently but he deepens our kiss, his tongue enters my mouth and I moan at the taste of him. He tasted like sweet beer and mint. His hands roamed down to my ass and he gently squeezes and then spanks me that I hiss into our kiss.

He grunts and flips me around so that I'm still on him, but I'm on my back, facing the open night sky. He sets me between his legs and I crane my head back and capture his lips again while his hands go down my chest, barely touching my breasts, and then go down to my stomach. He lifts my sweater and caresses the skin below my navel that I suck in my stomach.
I ask, "Can we do this inside?" He replies, "I wanna mark this place as our own by fucking you everywhere." He presses his lips to my ear, "Starting with this hammock and then on the sand."

He pulls on the strings of my sweatpants and pushes his hand in, into my panties. With his other hand, he draws my legs apart and I shiver when I feel his fingers pull open the lips of my core, then I moan when I feel his middle finger tap my clit gently.
I whimper at the instant sensitivity between my legs as my toes curl. He dips his fingers into my wetness and gathers it all on my clit, slowly circling it, being gentle. My back arch and he instantly holds me down by circling his arm on my stomach, but his hand goes higher into my sweater and he pulls down the cup of my bra.
He squeezes my breast tenderly and then circles his finger around my nipple. My breasts tighten and I feel this wave of euphoria as my nipples go hard. When his fingers directly stroke my clit, I moan. My hands grabbed his ripped thighs, nails digging into his skin. When his finger pushes in, my back arches again, feeling full of his long fingers. Then he pushes in another finger and whispers in my ear, "You think you can take three fingers, darling?" Before I could even answer, he pushes it in.

Three fingers in me never felt so good. And being fingered out in the open never felt so good.
His thumb strokes my clit while three fingers gently push and pull inside me. My legs start shaking and as he curves his fingers inside and presses his thumb a little harder on my clit, I build in the pit of my stomach, getting sensitive each second. He pulls his fingers out and moves, gets out of the hammock, and pulls me to the edge till my ass is hanging out and he's on his knees on the sand. He pulls down my sweatpants, never caring to pull them off all the way, and puts his mouth between my legs. Tasting my clit, swirling his tongue around it as well as sucking wildly. My stomach spasm and the stars in the sky start making me dizzy. I grab the little pillow on the hammock and hold it in my fists.

He holds my legs apart and eats me out like he's hungry. As if I'm what he craves every hour and every minute.

The fear inside me that someone might see us brings me even more pleasure, it makes me moan his name louder. His finger pushes inside me as he sucks on my clit and I'm unwinding. He curves his finger and keeps sucking hard and my body is shaking, my head feels light, all the tension on my shoulders is gone and I feel like I've been pushed into eternal bliss suddenly. Tears stream down the side of my eyes and I orgasm hard, knowing well that I came in his mouth and I'm even wetter than before.

He gently keeps playing with his tongue on my core till I calm down and say, "Carter, come here, please." Then he's on me, kissing me deep and hard as my legs dangle off the hammock, as he's still standing but bent to kiss me. It doesn't take long before I feel him enter me. Covered.

How he puts on a condom that fast will forever be a mystery to me.

He grabs my hips, keeps his lips planted on me as he enters in all the way, and pulls out to the tip. One deep push and I'm moaning, and he starts thrusting. Fast and hard. He moans in my mouth and I gasp. I clench myself around him on purpose and his head drops to my chest as he moans, "I go fucking weak when you do that." I smile and kiss him again, "You love it." He moans, "I love it. I love every second of it." I clench around him again and watch his neck strain as he tries hard not to cum yet. But I want him to this time. I want him to cum before me.

I clench again when he pushes in and he can't do it any longer. I wrap my arms around him and pull him down, kissing me harshly and he cums with a shiver between our lips.
He grunts, "You sneaky little thing," I smile but that isn't too long lived when he holds my legs apart and thrusts inside me like a wild man, chasing after my orgasm without giving himself a second to breathe. His thumb goes on my clit as he stroked while thrusting and tears start dripping sideways as the pleasure intensifies and I cum with a loud cry of his name on my lips.

But he keeps going, he keeps thrusting hard building me for another round but I cum hard instantly, hard to the point I feel something pop. My eyes go wide and my cheeks go red. But he chuckles and presses his forehead on mine. Happy that he made me squirt, "Never mess with me." I choke a laugh, "I thought I was the only one allowed to." He holds my face and looks me in the eye, jaw clenched and suddenly serious, "You're the only one with the right to mess with me. The only one with the right to kill me."
He pecks my lips tenderly, "I love you."

"I love you more."

"Never more than me."

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