Page 40 of Carter

He picked me up, licking my collarbone and up my neck, burning me with throbbing lust wherever he touched.

He lowered me to the mattress, chest pressed against chest. Unclasping my bra, he buried his face between my breasts, and I arched my back into him, moaning into the cool air as he flicked my nipple with his tongue.

Next my jeans came off and he groaned at the sight of me, so hungry for my body, he literally bit my hip and slid my thong off. His fingers roamed over my clit and between my folds, pushing gently into me as he situated his head between my legs. I grabbed at his hair and tried to pull him up, but he batted my hands away and pressed his mouth against my centre.

“God, Carter…” I shook uncontrollably, the pleasure so painfully intense. “Don’t stop…God, don’t stop.”

He sucked and slowly pushed his fingers in and out of me, until I was grinding myself against his face and he was groaning like he loved it.

“You’re so fucking wet already,” he grunted, teeth skimming flesh, making me quiver even harder. “I love it.”

I’d been wet since he nearly took me right here hours ago. My body felt like it’d been wavering on the edge of a cliff for an eternity, and I was close,sodamn close to falling over. Just a few more thrusts of his fingers, a few more licks from that tongue and I was going to get there. I was going to fall so damn hard into the most exquisite orgasm in the history of all orgasms.

Which was why I let out an unattractive grunt when he backed off entirely. He sat up on his heels, and I bucked my hips up to him, asking him to finish me off. Instead, he pushed his jeans down, and his cock sprang free, hard and long, indicating what was to come. He grabbed hold of it and pumped himself a couple times, staring fixedly between my legs with his tongue darting across his bottom lip.

The sight of him like this was almost too much. My senses went into overdrive as I tried to look at his face but finding I couldn’t. My desire was running the show, prompting my gaze to linger at his cock as he pumped himself.

He was so fucking beautiful.

My heart sped faster in my chest as an indescribable emotion flooded through me. I was caught between passion andadoration. My affections were itching to grab him, to press him against me, to kiss him like he was mine.

I didn’t.

I laid there instead, panting, watching him stroke himself with his big hand as he hungrily looked over my body.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said quietly, but he spoke as though he were talking to himself more.

My face heated from his compliment as I waited for his lead.

Then he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and withdrew a condom. He stared down at it for a moment, his chest rising and falling speedily as his brows came together in contemplation.

We both sort of went still staring at it.

“You sure?” he asked me inaudibly.

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.

His hand shook before he tore it open. He stood up, kicking his jeans off entirely so that he was naked. My mouth went dry staring at him sheath himself. Then he dropped back down to me, and this time the lightness in his expression had long passed, replaced by a hunger that mirrored mine.

He kissed me, hard and long, sliding his tongue between my lips as his fingers roamed between my folds, moving in and out of me. I grabbed his length and pumped him slowly, the head of him lightly touching my lower abdomen, leaving behind the moisture that had built there. It was possibly the most erotic moment I’d ever had with him until that point, and it was only going to get hotter.

He removed his fingers from me and took hold of his hard cock, looking down between us as he lightly brushed it against me, teasing the outside of my sex. I ground my hips up, trying to hurry him along.

“This’ll hurt,” he told me, breathlessly.

“I know,” I replied, panting as though I’d run a marathon.

“Hold me tight.”

I did.

I wrapped my arms around him, feeling so turned on I didn’t care about pain. His forehead pressed against me as he slowly pushed in. My body tensed, immediately feeling invaded in a way it had never been before. I gripped him hard, my fingernails digging into his back as he pushed a little harder, slipping in.

While the pleasure surged through me, a slow burning pain combined, making me both moan and then wince. He took his time, kissing me softly as he slid in further. I gripped him so hard, I didn’t know how far he was inside me, until he whispered, “There, baby, the worst is over.”

My body immediately relaxed, and to my surprise, he slid further in suddenly, and I gasped at the utter fullness of him.

“There we go,” he muttered, tightly. “When you were tense, your body wasn’t letting me in all the way.”

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