Page 19 of My Sweet Cherry
“Just enjoy it.” Carter kissed me as his thumb brushed over my nipple, and he took a step forward, forcing me to take one back. He repeated that, taking slow steps while his tongue demanded control of mine until the backs of my legs met the mattress. “We’re going to take this slow. I want you to enjoy every minute.”
I nodded while his fingers made their way to the button on my skirt. “May I?”
Carter waited until I let out a breathy “yes” before he unfastened it. As he pushed the denim past my hips, I wished I had chosen something other than white cotton to wear under it. There weren’t any lace or fancy straps that accentuated the curves of my body just right. It was just soft, white cotton with a simple elastic band. He didn’t seem to mind though when he grunted.
“Lie down, cherry.” His eyes traced every line of my body as I climbed onto the bed. Carter grabbed the elastic band around my hips and tugged, leaving me completely exposed on the bed. The vulnerability felt overwhelming and like I desperately needed more at the same time. I leaned back, resting my head against the pillow at the head of the bed.
When Carter climbed onto the mattress after me, I gulped, but the look on his face calmed me. He didn’t look gentle. He looked like a predator about to devour its prey, but he looked giving, like he’d make sure I enjoyed my fate.
“Look at you,” he said, running his finger between my breasts and down my stomach to my bare hips and then over to my thigh. When he guided my legs apart, I let him. The cold air against my pussy made the nervous butterflies in my core jolt awake, and they raced between my legs. “No one has ever even touched your sweet little pussy?” he asked, rubbing the inside of my thigh with his thumb in a way I felt in my core.
“No,” I whispered, more focused on the pattern of his movement than his words.
“Nothing?”
My cheeks warmed, and I considered pressing my legs together, but I didn’t want him to stop touching me. Call it curiosity or call it being nineteen and tired of being a virgin,but there was no question that I wanted Carter to change that. I swallowed. “Nothing.”
“Fuck,” he hissed, bending down and pressing his lips to the soft spot on the inside of my knee. “You can’t tell me that. It makes me want to ruin you before anyone else can.”
I gasped, surprised when my hips involuntarily lifted from the mattress. “What do you mean, ‘ruin me’?” I asked, both nervous to find out and excited to experience it.
“I mean I’m going to make you tremble and fall apart in such a way that you’ll never quiver without wanting to whimper my name. I want you to experience how it feels to lose all sense of yourself without having to worry if you’ll find it when you come back down.” I felt his name on the tip of my tongue when he said it, and I bit down, stifling the moan that wanted to slip at the eagerness. Then he pushed my legs apart and when he inhaled, I resisted the urge to cover my face. “Can I do that?”
I could feel his breath against the inside of my thigh when he asked, and I nodded. “Yes. I want you to take me. Please?”
When his tongue traced the length of my slit, it felt foreign—forbidden—but when he spread my legs further apart, exposing my clit enough that he could place a gentle kiss on it, it felt so right. Carter was gentle while his tongue explored me, and I nearly levitated off the bed when he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. The overwhelming sensation felt so good, it made me question if it was painful.
“Oh, God! Wait.” I locked my fingers in his hair and gripped, relieved when he stopped.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking up at me from between my thighs. His lips were glistening; when my clit throbbed, I wanted to feel his mouth on me again.
I nodded. “Yes. I wasn’t expecting it to feel…” I paused, overcome by the embarrassment of the words that hung on my lips. “So good.”
“You think it feels good now? I’m just getting started.” His lips around my clit were less shocking this time, but the waves of static were more intense and traveled further down my legs, ending at my toes. They curled when he flicked his tongue. Then he stuck a finger inside me, and it felt so foreign.
I gasped, closing my thighs around his face when the way he curled his finger caused my stomach to lurch. “No, wait!”
“Are you okay?” He paused, but his finger still inside me made my pussy flutter.
“I think I might…” I cleared my throat, debating if I was really going to say it. “I think I have to pee.”
When Carter laughed, my face got hot, and I wanted to disappear into the mattress. “You’re not going to pee. That’s a good thing.” He lifted himself, keeping his hand between my legs but moving up my body until his face hovered over mine. “That feeling means you’re going to come, and I can’t wait to see your face when you do. Don’t resist anything your body feels right now. Give into it.”
My muscles were shaking, and the feeling that I had to pee only got stronger until it changed and it felt like tension swirling. Then it happened. A broken gasp fell from my lips when my body arched, and an intense feeling of pressure and release battled inside me. I closed my eyes and felt his hum of approval.
“How do you feel?” he asked, pulling his finger from between my legs and sticking it between his lips.
"Like I want more,” I admitted, staring at the bulge pressing against his jeans. “I want to do that with you inside me.”
Carter smirked. “How could I ever turn down a wish like that?”
He climbed off the bed, and my mouth dried out when his fingers unfastened the button at the front of his jeans. I licked my lips when he pulled them down but when his cock bobbed free from his boxers, my eyes widened. There was no way that was going to fit. “Oh,” I said with wide eyes.
“Don’t worry.” It was like he could read my mind. “You can take it,” he said, tearing open a foil package and rolling the condom on.
I held my breath when he climbed on top of me and as he lined himself up at my entrance, I tried to swallow the fear. What was I so scared of—besides the size of his cock and the way I still doubted it wasn’t going to split me in two?
“Are you ready?” he asked, brushing my hair out of my face before he gently kissed my forehead. Then he kissed my cheek before pressing his lips to mine for one of those only-a-few-seconds-but-feels-like-an-hour kisses he had been giving me. I nodded. “We can stop any time you want to.”
