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mattress dipped with his weight, and she reclined with her arms out. Rob nestled by her side, his head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him, fluttering her fingertips over his back and his exposed arm. Carrie kissed his head, the hair soft against her lips, and cradled her precious man. Rob slung his arm over her stomach, bringing his hand up to toy with her breast.
    “You’re my soul keeper, d’you know that?” he said. “My beautiful lady who has changed my life.”
    She swallowed, unable to answer, tears once again hot in her eyes.
    “And did you know,” he continued, “I read somewhere that when a woman holds her man like this and kisses his head, she adores him, wants to look after him?”
    “She does?” Carrie managed, her voice a little too high, the lump in her throat a little too hard. “I can see the truth in that.”
    Rob ran his hand down her side, his thumb roving her hipbone.
    Carrie imagined him smiling. “This is so…surreal.”
    Rob rose up and covered her body with his, touched his forehead to hers, hands clasping either side of her head. “We’ll be all right, won’t we? Promise me?”
    She nodded and, overflowing with love, hugged him to her, one hand on his back, the other holding his head to her shoulder. “Oh, God , Rob. I love you so damn much!” Emotion overwhelmed her, and she lifted his head to seek out his lips and show him with her mouth and tongue how much he meant to her.
    Their kiss deepened. She sensed him reaching out to her in the same way, his lips insistent and so erotically soft. Rolling off her and taking her with him so they rested side by side, hands frantically roaming, legs entwined, Rob pressed her to him.
    He took his mouth from hers and kissed her ear, his breathing heavy. “I want to crawl inside you so we’re never apart. If I could carry you with me always… Christ, Carrie, it’s like we’re one person. Like I’ve found myself .”
    His feelings mirrored hers so acutely she could only nod and hug him closer, experiencing the same urge to fuse their bodies together somehow. Fierce longing speared through her, and she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Ass settled on his upper thighs, she brought his cock to life with both hands. Her heart hammered and her chest grew tight as she struggled to breathe through her emotions. She hung her head back and closed her eyes, soaking up the feel of his hands as he glided them over her stomach. Warmth from the friction spread from her skin to her cunt, and she gyrated in slow circles, the need for him inside her an urgent must.
    Carrie rose to her knees. Shifting forward, she opened her eyes, reached down and held his cock by its base then lowered herself. His cock nudging her entrance made her clit throb so hard she snatched in a breath. Going lower, she took her time letting him fill her, wanting to savor the sensation of her opening up to allow him in. Rob stared at her, hands stilled on her waist, breath held. She sunk fully and groaned, her asshole spasming, her clit engorged.
    Lust overtook her, and she rode him sharp and quick. Leaning forward, she rested her hands beside his head on the pillow and chased the spreading burn of desire in her cunt, willing it to rise and reach its peak. She ground her clit over his pelvis, his hairs rasping it. He echoed her sharp cry and lifted his hips, giving her clit a firmer base to rub on. Braced on one hand, she used her other to guide his hands to her breasts.
    “Touch me—hard.”
    The instant his fingers and thumbs pinched her tight nipples, pleasure-pain ripped from there to her clit. His cock bumped the ridge hiding her G-spot, and she moved her hips in short, sharp jerks to prolong the sensation, to make it grow and swell to join that in her clit. Carrie growled, and a strangled shout clogged her throat. Harder, faster she rode him, striving for the ultimate orgasm.
    “Slap me!” she whispered. “Oh, God, slap me!”
    “Ah, fuck!” Rob