Page 38 of Under Control

Running his hand toward her wet opening, she opened her legs even farther, inviting him, and, finally, hetouchedher. He drew a long line from her clit to her ass, seemingly reveling in her.

“Fuck, you are so wet,” he let out, keeping his fingers pressing into her heat, “and hot.”

Sensation filled her body from his touch, starting from her pussy but shooting all the way up her spine toward her mind. It felt incredible, and her own arousal beat harder. Then he drew a line back up to the front and found her clit, drawing gentle circles around it. His gaze became simply alive as she arched upward, responding to his touch, and his breath grew heavy. While he was circling her clit more and more, juice started flowing out of her, and she let out a deep, earthy moan. Visibly concentrating, he dropped his fingers toward her core and pushed one gently into her canal.

“Damn, so tight.” He shook his head in clear disbelief as her pussy tightened around his single finger. “Unbelievable.”

He found her hand and brought her fingers to her clit—showing her what to do. She complied, following his motion as he encouraged her self-discovery.

“Have you ever given yourself an orgasm?” he asked, dark and low, watching her work herself.

She shook her head as she circled her clit. “I can’t seem to make it work.”

He flashed his eyes, and she saw that animalistic need pouring out of him and consuming her. He obviously wanted to take her for his own, to show her things—to be her first.

“Like I said, I have a lot to teach you.” He once again controlled her hand with his, showing her the motion he used, and she could practically feel the electricity between his body and hers. Sensations and feelings she’d never had shot up as he urged her to play with herself, finding what felt good.

She moaned, driving her head backward into the pillow.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his eyes growing hazy.

Biting her lip, she nodded and grasped his hand, pushing it toward her dripping opening. Desperate for his touch, she pleaded, “I need more.”

He grinned and obliged, pushing a finger all the way up inside her again. As she gasped, tilting her head back, she kept working her clit. He reacted by adding a second finger, driving her arousal through the roof. She found herself wondering if that was what his hard manhood would feel like.

Once he worked her core enough to make space, he tried a third finger. Of course, his fingers were thick—and two barely fit into her virgin pussy. The third caused her to flinch in pain. Realizing that two was enough, he twirled them inside her, finding the spots there that made her want to scream out his name.

“Carrick,” she moaned, rolling her head from side to side as he increased the intensity. She continued to work her clit, and the sensation was mounting to something she couldn’t describe. It’d never worked before, but with him being there…

“Goddamn,” he admired her as he moved his fingers in and out of her pussy.

As she lay underneath him, enjoying everything he was doing to her, he dropped his head toward hers. She moved her hand up to his thick, corded arm—muscular and strong. He replaced her hand with his on her clit, circling it rhythmically. Grinning, he took her mouth.

His kiss was ravenous and obsessive. It was hungrier and harder than he’d kissed her before, as though he was now allowing himself to do what he wanted. She opened right up for him, taking both his tongue into her mouth and his fingers into her pussy—and he brought her closer to where she imagined the edge was. A pressure was growing inside her, one that needed release.

Could it happen that fast? Was he already making her orgasm?

“I want to come,” she groaned, bucking her hips under his hand.

“Then you will,” he growled, working her even more intensely. “I promise.”

As she was panting, losing her breath, he took his mouth away. She tried to follow him, sitting up, not wanting the kiss to end, but he gently pushed her back on the bed. She landed hard on the pillow, watching the confidence and determination in his face. Her orgasm had become his mission.

“Relax,” he ordered with a tone of finality, and he moved his head down her body. Her knees shook as she realized what he was doing.

Kneeling on the floor, he shot his fingers in and out of her again, creating a puddle of her juices on the bedsheet beneath her ass. There was absolutely going to be a giant wet spot under her when he was done. Then she felt his hot breath on her clit and him dropping his tongue against it to draw slow, similar circles. She jolted as he took her clit and mound in his mouth, skillfully playing with her, using his tongue.

“Carrick!” she squealed, reaching down to weave her fingers through his thick, dark hair.

The sensations were too much already, and she couldn’t handle them. He laughed and just kissed and played harder, bringing her closer and closer tosomething, as his two fingers pushed all the way up inside her, swirling and driving her insane.

“You said you wanted to come,” he growled, reminding her of her choice.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, trying not to shake any harder.

His mouth felt amazing.

It felt incredible.

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