Page 49 of Carver
“I had this fantasy of me licking ice cream off of you earlier. Or whipped cream. Isn’t that what people normally do?”
“That and chocolate sauce.”
“Or cheese.”
“Cheese?” His laughter is deep and unexpected, a throaty chuckle that rumbles through me, resounding in my belly.
He doesn’t wait for a response before he finds the hollow of my throat and kisses me there. He’s unbelievably gentle as his explores my shoulder and collarbones. It takes him half a century to get to my breast. By the time he does, I’m a mess, glad that he’s using his weight to hold me up because I’m little better than jelly.
“I don’t know if I wanted the punishment or just the words more,” I admit as he laves the side of my breast with his tongue. Goosebumps break out over my body, raising the hairs on my arms.
He grunts, but only because his mouth is busy. His tongue circles my nipple. It’s already hard, but the way his hot breath skates over the wet flesh starts an internal shiver that climbs from my toes all the way up to my thighs.
He stops short of scraping his teeth over the tight peak of my nipple. He just breathes, and I swear that I could almost come from that alone.
“You’ve never touched yourself for me. Will you show me?”
“That would be punishing you,” I protest. “Or torturing you.”
The thought of doing what I’ve only ever done in private, terrifies me and rocks me to my depths. Of any gift I’ve ever given Dom, this would be the most intimate. I’ve made him come in so many different ways and he’s seen every bit of me, but making myself come while he watches implies some sort of showmanship that I don’t know I have in me. It’s not shyness,exactly. I’m half afraid I’ll get too nervous and burst out laughing from it.
“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” His tongue slips over my nipple again, barely touching me, a torturous graze that draws a loud whimper from me.
“I do want to. I’m just trying to figure out the logistics.”
That earns me another surprised, gruff laugh. “It’s not college level stats class.”
“You’re freaking right it’s not. Ihatedthose classes.”
My body is a storm of emotions and half animalistic desire. Dom lifts his head and kisses me. He’s still contained, but the way his lips part mine, half demand, half ask, is so sexy that my knees get even weaker. His tongue parts my lips and tangles with mine. He deepens the kiss and I make sure that I tilt my face so that he doesn’t have to, because I’m still worried that he’s going to undo all that careful healing. He tugs my head back so he can drink his fill.
His lips leave mine for a moment and his voice is hoarse as he asks, “Would you like me to command you to do it? To touch yourself. Tell you that it would be the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen? That watching you make yourself come would literally reshape my brain chemistry?”
“Would it?”
“I’d like to carve you in that position.”
I let out a little squeal of outraged surprise that I quickly smother, laughing behind my hand. “Don’t you dare!”
“Best to give me the real thing then.”
“So you can use it for inspiration later?”
“So that I won’t, because nothing could ever come close to comparing to the real thing.”
“Flattery.” I roll my eyes and lightly smack his shoulder.
“Says the woman not currently wearing a top, who just asked to be punished.”
“I can admit when I can’t hand it out or take it.”
“Should I ask you nicely?” His hand slips down and wedges between us, cupping me over my leggings. I’m aware how soaked I am, probably enough that he can feel it through all the layers already.
“Yes. Please ask me nicely.”
He looks up, treating me to the full intensity of his eyes. Did I say I could drown in them? I could also live in them. Swim in them. They’re so intense and otherworldly.
“You’re asking me nicely to ask you nicely?”
