Page 42 of Carter

He chuckled and kissed my shoulder. “That was incredible, by the way. I was so excited, I didn’t last very long. We gotta correct that.”

“Wanna correct it now?” I only asked because I could feel him harden behind me already.

“No, Angel, you need to rest this.” He said the last word with his hand between my legs. “It must be sore.”

I shook my head. “It’s not so bad, honestly.”

I turned around in his arms, looking up into his eyes. His eyelashes were sprinkled with tiny little drops, and I wanted to lick his face, he was that delectable. “You look incredible wet, by the way.”

He smiled warmly, running his eyes down my body. “And you look like heaven. Pure fucking ecstasy.”

I wrapped my arms around him, and he leaned down, searing his mouth against mine. He kissed me slowly and deeply. It felt intimate and far from friendly. Nothing about tonight felt friendly now that I thought about it.

I palmed his cock again and he broke free of the kiss, his forehead bumping against mine, groaning as I pumped him slowly. It was the look of pleasure on his face that made me burn for him again. My legs shuddered and I was shocked to feel yet another ache begin to form. Christ, I felt like a nymphomaniac.

But I wasn’t sure I was ready for another round. I didn’t want to break my lady bits and have to wait a couple days before I could go again.

I ran my other hand down his torso, and slowly brought my lips to his chest. I gave him light kisses, and I moved lower, kneeling in front of him. He looked down at me, blinking rapidly with surprise on his face. His lips parted when I gazed up at him and took him into my mouth. His body tightened, and his hands flew to my head, gathering my hair in the palm of one hand.

I sucked and pumped him, taking him in as far into my mouth I could. Unfortunately, it wasn’t very far. He was too gifted, and he thickened the more turned on he got. He panted above me, bucking his hips into me, squeezing tight my hair until my scalp ached. I moved faster, and he groaned louder. His forearms bulged; curses flew out of his mouth as he tried to move deeper inside of me.

“Fuck, fuck, Leah… Yeah, like that…” The words continued, spilling out of his mouth.

It was strangely empowering seeing him crumble, and I felt satisfied just watching it. It made me think this is what he must have felt when he pleasured me all those weeks, satiating my hunger until I was calling out his name, and I loved the sound of my name coming out of his mouth. It made me quiver with delight. I sucked him faster and he was nearing.

“Leah…” He stilled suddenly and held his breath. “Fuuuck…”

His legs shuddered as he came in my mouth and I continued sucking him, spitting out his load in between. His body relaxed instantly, and when I looked back up at him, his eyes met mine and his lips flinched.

I wiped my mouth and stood back up. He wrapped me in his arms and gave me a tender kiss on the nose. There was something gentler in his gaze as he peered at me now, seeming lighter, more relaxed than before.

“Thanks for that,” he whispered. “You suck like a vacuum, by the way.”

I laughed against him. “Anytime.”

His eyes darkened, and his tongue darted out, swiping at my lip. “Careful, Leah. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

*

We passed out together in my bed, which was a first. At this hour, he was usually in his.

Waking up to him in the morning with his body pressed against me was nothing short of bliss. I smiled at the empty room. Nothing felt more perfect than this.

I could cry from happiness.

We were still naked—another smile—and I copped a look at his hard body before I stared at his serene face. He was out to the world, his lips shut, breathing silently through his nose. I traced his eyebrows with my fingertip and followed it down his straight nose. His features were so symmetrical, it wasn’t fair.

Carter was a gorgeous man.

After a little while, he began to stir, and his hand automatically slipped down my body, gripping my hip. It looked natural to him, like this was what he was made to do in the mornings.

Careful.I thought just then.He believed you when you said you wouldn’t get attached.

My smile faltered. How could I not be attached to him after last night? There was such a potent connection between us. Surely he felt it too.

Suddenly, this started to get complicated. Didn’t I convince myself that sex wouldn’t change anything? How fucking foolish was I? I deserved a punch in the brain for this level of stupidity because something had shifted entirely. I didn’t think I could get more attached to him than I already was, but no, his dick had to ruin all of that.

“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered, pulling me out of my thoughts.

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