Hard To Love by Tina Rose

sitting on them, giving the room a very ominous look and feel.
    Very slowly, Carter began stripping off her clothes, piece by piece, kissing and licking her bared skin as he uncovered her body. Uncontrollable shivering wracked her body as she stood there in anticipation. Six years ago, Carter had been the best lover she had ever been with, now he said he’d only gotten better. How was that even possible?
    Chapter Six
    Convincing himself that all he needed was to fuck her to forget her , he laid Ella down in the bed and crawled on top of her, straddling her waist as he peered down into her shocking green eyes. Wrapping his large hands around her neck, Carter felt Ella’s pulse beating rapidly beneath his fingers. He loved the way her body reacted to his touch.
    “You’re excited, aren’t you kitten?” he smiled cynically. “Raise your head,” he demanded, as he tied a silk scarf around her green eyes that illuminated with passion in the dim light.
    Ella felt butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach when she felt his thickness press against her while he bent over her to tie the scarf. All her senses were hyper aware of him at this point. Hearing his breathing, smelling his scent, feeling his callused hands gently stroke her breast caused her clit to throb erratically with every heartbeat. She wanted to feel him inside her, right now. She was tired of waiting. Carter had played long enough over the past forty eight hours. Her body was strung out to the max with wanting, and he was going to do something about it.
    “You look so damned hot, blindfolded in my bed like this. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything as beautiful.” Carter felt his dick twitch in his pants. Ella wasn’t the first woman he had blindfolded, and more, in his bed like this, but this was the first one he had ever wanted to stay there for eternity. Her dark mahogany hair flowed over his crimson colored sheets, as her breasts rose and fell with each uneven breath she took. Feeling his own heart thud against his ribcage, Carter knew he was moving into an uncharted territory for himself.
    “Carter, I need you now,” she begged.
    “In time, kitten. I want to play with you first.”
    Raising her hands over her head, he wrapped her fingers around the metal bars of the headboard. “Don’t let go of these, understand?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she whispered, licking her parched lips.
    Ella felt Carter rise from the bed, and seconds later, dark erotic music filled the room and she felt something light and soft trail over her body, leaving chills to cover her skin.
    “Are you okay?” Carter’s heated breath caressed her skin, as he whispered close to her ear.
    “Yes,” she moaned, her breath erratic. The blindfold added such dimension, giving her an element of suspense. She wondered what he was going to do next.
    “Good.” Carter watched her chest moving up and down as her breathing became faster. He wanted to build the anticipation, but she was driving him mad. All he could think about was driving into her, hard and fast.
    Making his way down her body with the feather-like object, Carter swirled around and circled her nipples, trailing down her abdomen, to her belly button where he twirled the object some more. Ella arched off the bed, tightening her grip on the metal bars. Quivers ran through the pit of her stomach, as she writhed beneath the feel of the feathery item. Her body felt as though it was on fire, ready to spontaneously combust.
    As the song ended, so did the dance of the feather. Ella felt the bed dip and the warmth of Carter’s body rub against her over-sensitized skin as another mysteriously erotic song started to play. Feeling Carter lean across her body, her breathing became uneven.
    “Do you want more, El?” he breathed in her ear, inhaling the scent of her hair. There were so many things Carter wanted to do to her, but the pain in his groin was increasing to the point of unbearable. He needed to bury himself deep