Sloane walked to the sink, not quite sure what to think. If all he had done was lock the cellar, why hadn't he done the dishes like he said he would? Did he put something down there?

With a quick turn, she faced the locked door and stared at it. The question kept nagging at her and she wanted to ask Carter about it. But at the same time, she didn't want him to think that she didn't trust him.

After a few seconds, without thinking or realizing what she was doing, the padlock rested on her palm as she inspected it. As if horrified by her actions, she let it fall back into place, a metallic thump sounding as metal hit wood.

"Maybe he was just upset and took his time." Thinking out loud, she spun away as she came up with the flimsy excuse and made her way to the bag. "Just forget about it."

The bag was unpacked, the camping gear stacked in a neat pile by the door, and the sink filled with soapy water when she heard the shower running. It was seconds before Carter came out of the bathroom, steam billowing out behind him.

"I left the tent and sleeping bag there for you to put back wherever you had them." Without turning to face him, she pointed to the items. Her back remained to him as she scrubbed a plate.

"I told you I'd do the dishes." His hands slid along her shoulders, his lips following close behind.

"I figured I'd do them since you forgot." Her tone was teasing and a small smile was in place as his hands started to roam all over.

"Smarty pants." He hissed the words against her ear and smacked her butt.

The impact jolted her a little and she dropped the fork she'd been holding, causing it to clatter.

"Look what you made me do." Laughing, she reached back into the soapy water to retrieve the eating utensil.

"What I made you do?" He feigned a hurt tone as his lips grazed the base of her neck.

"Yeah. Stop distracting me. I'm almost done." With a small laugh, she kept her hands on the dishes she was wiping down, braced her wrists on the edge of the sink, and leaned forward, her rear end pushing against his lower half.

Not wasting a second, he pushed forward causing her to straighten up. He had her pinned against the counter, his hands under her shirt, trailing lines along her sides and stomach.

The bulge she felt against her behind made her breath catch and she dropped the dishes. This time a crack could be heard as one of the plates broke.

Neither of them paid any attention to the broken dish though. Instead, she arched her back, tilting her head against his shoulder. His lips met her temple.

The hand he left under her shirt found her breast and began to massage. His other hand crept upwards, his fingers wrapped around her throat without any pressure.

"Mmm…" Her hum of approval was all the encouragement he needed.

His hold on her throat kept her in place as he grinded against her. He marveled at how responsive she was to him and how much harder that made him.

"Oh Sloane. Tell me what you want." His demand was low, his voice husky.

All he got was a moan as she arched into him more, rubbed herself against him.

Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he swallowed hard. "Tell me."

The demand rang in her ears for a second before she realized she had some control. "Hmm…" she gave him a playful hum before telling him that she wanted him to finger her.

"Like this?" Playing dumb, he slid his middle finger into her and began to pump. With every downward motion, he curled his finger into a slight hook, earning a shudder from her.

"Is that all you got?" Her voice shook.

"Are you challenging me?"

She answered with a giggle.

With that, he added his index and ring finger, spreading her much wider.

"Oh." The moan was a mixture of surprise and pleasure. She began to grind her hips against his hand. "Oh."

Her moans grew longer so his pumps went faster.

"I know you don't want me to just finger bang you. What else do you want?" As if to answer his own question, he twitched and she pushed back against him.

"I want…I want you…" it was hard to focus on the words, on what she wanted from him.

"What do you want?" He gave her neck a little squeeze, nothing that threatened she was in any danger. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"Inside. I want you inside of me." Quick pants made it hard to answer.

"I am."

"Not your fingers. I want your dick in my pussy."

Those words coming out her mouth shocked him, yet pushed him close to the edge. She'd almost made him cum with just that expression.

Without hesitating, he spun her around and savaged her mouth, his hand still caressing her breast.

Her arms slid around his neck as she continued to push against him, his fingers not reaching where she knew his manhood could. She moaned and gripped a handful of his hair, the kiss deepening.

The absence of his fingers sent a thrill through her as she realized he was about to give her what she wanted. But it didn't come right away.

He took a small step back, enough for him to raise his fingers to her lips. With the look of a seductress in her eyes, she opened her mouth and took in his fingers. Likcking and moaning, she never took her eyes off of his.

The predatory look she’d come to love was heavy as his breathing became quick. She closed the gap between them, using one of her hands to grope him, to stroke.

It was his turn to moan as she drove him crazy with just her hand on his bottom half and her mouth around his fingers.

"I thought you wanted me inside you?"

Her smirk told him she was done playing. He had their shorts off in seconds, a condom appearing as if from thin air. She figured he'd had it in his shorts pocket all along.

In just a few quick movements, the condom was on and he had her leg lifted to his hip. His tip rested just at her opening as he watched for her reaction.

It was getting harder to hold on and she was to the point of yearning for her release.

With a sharp breath, he plunged in.

"Carter!"

The way she screamed his name sent thrills through him. He knew he'd never tire of it.

Her arms wrapped around him and her mouth sought his.

After a few slow pumps, he lifted her up to the sink and began to push harder and faster. Her hands flew down to her sides, bracing herself so she wouldn't fall back.

It was almost pointless since his hold on her hips kept her in place. But the position was still awkward so he lifted her again and took her to the floor.

Her legs fell open, giving him full access. She groped for him as he lowered himself onto her.

"Fast. And hard." It was a demand he was more than willing to comply with.

His thrusts went on as if they'd never changed positions. Her moans continued and grew louder and longer as she neared her orgasm.

"I want you to look at me."

It was hard for her to do so as she had her back arched, but she did as he instructed.

"You're close, aren't you?" A smirk crossed his face and he slowed his pace.

"Carter." She whined, pulling against him.

"You're not going to cum without me." He almost stopped.

All she could do was nod, ready for him to continue. She shimmied beneath him, trying to get her point across.

The thrusts went back to forceful and quick, jerking her each time.

"Ooh." She moaned, her eyes starting to close.

"Don't you even." He warned, ready to stop.

"I'm…I'm so close."

"Hang on."

"Oh Carter. Please." She began to beg

"Please what?"

"Please let me."

"Let you what? I know you have a dirty mouth. You just proved that to me a minute ago."

"Let me cum." She shouted, a little frustrated.

"Okay. You've earned it."

Together, they reached their peak, their moans creating a chorus.

"Oh. My. Goodness." Her pants were loud and raspy, matching his.

"I will never get enough of you."

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