Page 27 of Forever After All

"Yes," I cry out. "My god, that feels so good."

Carter pulls himself away from me, and I feel the emptiness in more ways than one. He drags a chair in front of the window and taps the seat, urging me to take a seat. I pull away from the window, the evidence of my sweaty palms trickles down the glass.

"Sit," he commands, and I just do as he says. Like saying no was ever an option.

"Spread your legs." I instinctively squeeze them shut, but he kneels in front of me, and places one hand on each thigh. "I said, spread your legs." He forces my thighs apart, exposing my bare centre to him.

"What are you doing?" I ask stupidly.

"Having dinner?" he replies so matter-of-factly that it sounds like a question and makes me burst out laughing. That is, of course, until he bends forward, licking the length of my core.

I feel more exposed than ever and he is driving me wild.

I arch my back to lift my hips to feel more of his warm tongue against me, but he presses my thighs into the chair, keeping me in place.

From between my legs, Carter looks up at me. "Look, princess. My job is to make you feel good, so please, lie back, relax, and let me do my job, okay?" He grins at me, one single wave of his hair falls out of place, down the centre of his forehead.

Bending forward again, he takes a deep breath in, and a low rumbling sound leaves his body as he consumes my scent before licking again, but this time he doesn't resurface. He licks, sucks, and touches every part of me.

I moan uncontrollably. Responding to him, I try to move myhips but it only makes him press my thighs down harder. It feels like he knows my body better than I know it myself. Without warning, he slides a finger inside of me, and I gasp at feeling him inside my body. Instinctively, my pussy spasms around him. I’m so desperate to be touched by this man that I savour every second. He curls it towards him slowly and repeatedly until I am on the edge of the waterfall, ready to jump in.

Not altering his rhythm, Carter curls his finger—once, twice, three times until he pushes me over the edge, and nothing at all could stop the orgasm that rolls through my body.

I lose control and my body shakes. I lace my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me and scream his name as he draws my orgasm out of me, not stopping until I shudder in the chair, unable to move or speak.

Carter sits up, his beard glistening with my wetness and swipes his thumb over his lip. He brings his hand to my mouth. "Taste yourself. Look at me and taste yourself."

I stare into his eyes as he pushes his thumb between my lips. I suck, tasting myself on his skin, and I swirl my tongue over the tip of his thumb. He growls in response.

My breathing is ragged and I struggle to form a sentence, but I sit up in the chair, looking for a blanket to pull around my shoulders. The cool air of the apartment crashes against my skin as I sit up.

"What are you doing?" he asks, watching me scouting for a blanket.

"I'm cold," I say, and a small shiver causes my skin to pebble, making my nipples peak.

"We're not done yet." Carter extends his hand to mine and I take it. He pulls me to standing and I stare at his ass as he walks across the room, admiring the muscle definition in his body. He sits on the couch, and taps his thighs, inviting me to sit on him.

"I might squish you," I say to him in an almost giggle.

"I think I've proven that isn't true. Now, come here."

I straddle Carter on the couch, and he pulls me into a hug, wrapping me in his giant arms. He pulls a blanket from the arm of the couch and covers us both with it. We sit in total silence for a few minutes, before he gently grabs my chin, tilting my head back and forcing me to look at him.

"Do you want to finish what we started?" he asks so genuinely that my chest constricts a little. The care this man has for me is something I have never experienced.

Friends with benefitsisn'talwaysa bad idea.

"I do," I whisper.

Carter releases my chin, and the blanket falls from my shoulders, exposing myself to him once more. He places his hands on my hips, brushing my skin with his thumbs. I adjust myself slightly, and put my arms around his neck to lift myselfoff his lap. Reaching down, I take hold of the base of his impressive dick, line it up with my entrance, and then I sit. I let out a soft moan immediately, and he rolls his hips in response to me, which angles his head against my g-spot. Having him inside of me as I straddle him feels different. I feel fuller, it feels deeper, and I am in total control. I grind my hips against him and he looks straight into my eyes.

"Just let yourself go, princess. I've got you." Running a hand up my back, Carter grips my neck as I fuck myself on him, deep and slow.

I moan repeatedly as I feel him squeeze tighter.

"Is this okay?" he asks.

"Mm-hmm," I pant out in between thrusts.

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