Page 43 of Carter

He had one eye open, and a small, closed mouth smile. I pushed away the thoughts immediately and smiled back at him.

“Morning,” I returned.

“You been up for a while?”

Yeah.“No.”

He let go of my hip and stretched his body out. Then he ran both hands through his hair. “Jesus, I was out like a light.”

“Me too. It was a big night.”

He was in a good mood. Turning on his side, he looked down at my body and smirked at me. “It was too. How are you feeling?”

“Good.”

His hand skirted between my legs. “And this?”

My cheeks heated. “It feels good.”

“Not sore?”

Kind of.“No.”

His finger lightly roamed my sex and I trembled at the sparks that flew up my body.

“I had a great time with you,” he carried on, like he wasn’t just starting to pleasure me again. “I’ve never seen you let go like that.”

“I blame the alcohol,” I replied, timidly. “Everything was because of the alcohol.”

He smiled. “Right. The dancing and all that?”

My hips went up, encouraging his fingers to keep going. “Oh, yeah, especially that,” I muttered.

“What about when you rubbed against my cock—”

“Alcohol, Carter.”

“Now you make me sound like I took advantage of you then. Because I was the only sober one there.”

Pause. “Well, it wasn’tallalcohol.”

He laughed and watched my face as he continued his movements. Then he kissed me softly and slowly moved down the mattress. I gasped when he buried his face between my legs, flicking his tongue against my clit.

“Shit,” I moaned out.

He licked me once more, and the stroke was long and deep. I dug my heels into the mattress and shut my eyes. Christ, was his tongue made of magic? What was this sorcery?

“It doesn’t take much to get you going, does it?” he muttered lightly. “You’ve got a big appetite.”

I opened my eyes and looked at him, suppressing a smile. “Is that wrong?”

He shook his head slowly and seriously. “Hell. No. You want more?”

“Yeah.”

“Get on all fours. I’ve been wanting to fuck you like this for a long time.”

I turned around and he helped situate me on my hands and knees. He stroked between my legs a little, and by then I was glassy-eyed and needy. I heard another tear of a condom and then he was inside me again, moving slowly, like it mattered that he be gentle.

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