The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [32]
“Whoa! Miamor, calm down,” Carter stated.
“Get the fuck off of me!”
“I apologize. I was out of line,” he said as he continued to hold her tightly.
Miamor’s knees gave out underneath her as her sister’s death hit her harder than ever before. It had been so long since she’d cried that, now that she had started, she couldn’t stop herself. All the pain that she had suppressed over the past thirteen years was pouring out of her.
“Shh,” Carter whispered in her ear as his arms comforted her. “Let it out, ma. This is what I was talking about. Now I see you. This is the girl I want to get to know,” he told her.
Carter let her collapse onto the sand, but his arms never left her body. He sat with her as she cried her eyes out, and eventually she stopped fighting him and found a comfortable space within his embrace.
After the tears stopped, they sat there silently, yet content with the intimate moment that was unfolding, Carter holding her in his arms and Miamor listening to his strong heartbeat as she felt safe for the first time in her life.
“I’m sorry for popping off on you earlier,” she finally whispered in a low tone.
“It’s all right, Mia. I apologize for coming at you wrong. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I just want to get to know the real you. The woman that I just saw break down is the one that I’m trying to know. You think you can make that happen?”
“Yeah, I can do that,” she said with a half-smile.
“One day I want to know what made you cry like that. I want to learn everything about you. I want to know what makes you cry, what makes you laugh, what you want out of life, what your dreams are. I want to know you, ma.”
Tears came to her eyes again as she stared into his brown, trusting eyes. She looked at the small scar that seemed to fit so perfectly with the features on his face. She was at a loss for words as she listened to him speak.
Miamor couldn’t help herself as she looked at the handsome man before her. His words were getting to her. She didn’t know if it was game or not, but if it was, she concluded that it was one that she would let herself believe. She felt compelled to kiss the lips that were saying all the right things. She leaned in and kissed him softly. His lips were soft and big. His masculine hands lightly massaged the back of her neck, causing her heart rate to increase. The fresh scent of Issey Miyake filled her nose, and she inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent. She had the first-kiss jitters as butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
Carter picked her up without ever breaking their kiss and carried her back to their picnic site. Setting her down gently, he watched her as she leaned back on her elbows and looked up at him. The lust and passion that burned in her eyes signaled what time it was.
Miamor couldn’t contain the fire that was ablaze between her legs. She had to have him, opening and closing her legs seductively while he gazed down at her.
Carter could see her neatly trimmed pussy hairs, and his excitement heightened when he noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties, her skin blending with the color of the sand perfectly. Her body exuded sexiness. Carter licked his lips as he pulled his shirt over his head.
Miamor put one finger in her mouth and sucked it erotically as she enjoyed the chiseled view in front of her. She took the moisture from her mouth and circled it on her clitoris. Her love button throbbed intensely as she rolled it between her fingers.
“You like what you see?” Miamor asked as she inserted two fingers inside herself. Miamor was so sure of herself. She wasn’t shy and was comfortable in her own skin, so she continued to please herself for a minute or two. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she began to grind her hips to her own beat. She