Page 51 of No More Secrets
Summer’s gaze, wide and glassy, met his. He tugged her underwear to the side and slid two fingers into her tight center.
She closed her eyes on a gasp, arching against him.
“Open your eyes, Summer.” He wanted to watch her as he ravaged her. Wanted to know that thoughts behind her eyes were only of him, his hands and the pleasure they brought.
Her lashes fluttered open and he withdrew slowly before driving back inside. She was so tight around his fingers. It made him grit his teeth to imagine what it would feel like to take her.
He pulled out of her and brought his fingers to his mouth, tasted. She whimpered and strained against him, needing more.
Carter slid his hands under her perfect ass and lifted her to his mouth. His tongue followed the sweet, slick folds to her sensitive bud. He flicked it gently and heard her sob. His mouth moved lower until he found her center. With a deft thrust of his tongue, he tasted heaven.
Her thighs quivered. He tasted and licked, thrusting just enough to make Summer cry for more.
She was so close already. He needed to take her over the edge. “I need you to come, baby.” He sheathed his fingers in her again as deep as they could go and stroked her with his tongue. She writhed against him.
“Carter!” There was panic there, but he held tight and continued his merciless pillage.
He felt the flutter around his fingers and groaned as she let go. Her moans made him ache to be inside her. His cock demanded he end this sweet torture. But not here.
Summer trembled as the orgasm blazed through her system. He watched her as it broke inside and wished he could capture and hold this moment forever.
“Carter?” she whispered, his name on her lips was a sigh.
He gently withdrew his fingers and gathered Summer to him, lifting her in his arms.
“Where are we going?”
“Upstairs,” he said, his mouth playing over her lips as he wrestled the front door open. “Take off your shirt, baby.”
Her fingers fumbled with the hem before yanking it over her head.
“Bra,” he ordered.
Summer released the front clasp and the matching lace fell away. Carter lifted her higher until his mouth found her breast. His lips locked on a sensitive peak and he began to suck. Long, deep pulls that made his cock painfully harder. She gasped in pleasure. Wrapping her arms around him, she held him to her breast.
He started up the stairs, blind to everything but Summer’s taste, Summer’s scent.
His shaft was nestled between her legs, those wet folds teasing him with dark promise. He groaned as every step stroked him closer to orgasm.
Finally they stumbled through his bedroom door. He released her breast long enough to dump her on the bed and strip out of his boots and jeans. Summer’s slim hands worked his shirt up and over his head. Only his briefs were left and he was already halfway out of them.
He settled her back against the pillows to feed again. He latched on to her breast again to suckle. As he devoured her, Summer found his shaft again. She began to stroke him.
He wasn’t going to last long. Not with the grip she had on him. And not with the noises she made. Soft little whimpers that went straight to his throbbing dick.
He needed to be inside her, surrounded by her, part of her.
Shifting, he positioned himself at her center, his shaft begging to be buried in her. “Baby, are you ready?”
“God, yes!” Her hands fisted the sheet. “Please, Carter.”
He said a prayer of thanks and slid into her inch by sweet inch until he was completely sheathed in her wet heat.
She was everything he’d been missing.
Summer drew her knees up and he clenched his jaw at the sensation the movement caused. His instinct was to plow into her over and over again, filling her with his seed. He was going to humiliate himself if he didn’t get a grip.
“Oh my God!” The panic in her voice cut through the haze of lust. “Carter, we forgot a condom. I’m not on birth control.”
