Page 43 of Cursed Touch
He did not know how many more sex dreams he could take involving Vanessa. Normally hepreferreddreams of the X-rated variety, but his dick could not take more. Each dream was a reminder he had not made her entirely his.
He had not touched every delectable inch of skin on her body. He had not felt her inner muscles squeeze him dry. He had not completed their mate bond.
Shaking his head, he pushed to his feet and padded across the room. The cool morning air did nothing to soothe the ache he felt. Neither would the ice-cold shower he planned to take. Hell, he’d masturbated so many times, it was no wonder how his right arm was not stronger than his left.
It all became worse once he’d persuaded Vanessa to move into his guest bedroom. They argued and she hemmed and hawed before coming to the realization she was safer under his roof.
She was safer, but his mental state was near shattering.
His body constantly hummed at her nearness, and he was going through his days with a partial woody. There was not any relief in sight.
No, that was not true. He knew what the key was, but he did not know if it was worth the consequences. Consummating their soul mate bond would trigger their telepathic connection, like it had with his siblings, and it terrified him.
Carter did not have anything to hide from her. He was a rather open book since she had learned everything. But it did not change how he felt.
Giving one person an all-access pass to his most inner thoughts? Thoughts that did not always censor themselves? It was bad enough when a woman asked for an opinion, but if she peered into his head and saw his real thoughts of how she looked first thing in the morning? Or how a dress fit her? Or, shit… if she gained some weight? He would be fucked.
Not that some of those would matter. Vanessa was beautiful even when her hair was tousled from sleep, face was makeup-free, and her nipples greeted him through the thin fabric of her pajama top. She would still make his dick hard if she gained twenty pounds or lost them, although he was a real big fan of her current curves.
He was not sure about the possible arguments that could ensue from things he had not even spoken aloud. There wasn’t anything more intimate than allowing someone into the deepest parts of your mind.
“Fine.” He growled at his erection after a few minutes under the ice-cold water temp.
Placing one hand against the tile, he wrapped the other around his cock. In his mind, he recalled the taste of her rosy nipples, the taste of her tongue, the taste of her pussy, and the feel of her losing herself to the ecstasy his fingers and mouth gave her. In a matter of moments, his toes curled, and his body stiffened as his seed shot forth.
With his heart hammering at the force of his orgasm, he washed the mess before shutting off the water. His dick eased up some, deflating to a concealable size by the time he finished drying.
He took a step into his bedroom, then stopped short. Vanessa stood in his doorway, her eyes raking over his body as she licked her lips. The pressure in his balls increased, and his last masturbation session was all for naught.
“Sorry, the door was open…” she said, having to clear her throat.
Carter looked at the door and smirked. He knew for a fact it was shut. He had closed it the night before so he could jack off before sleeping. “Was it now?”
Her cheeks reddened and his dick twitched, knocking the towel loose from his waist. Vanessa gasped, her eyes darkening and her legs clamping shut at the very hard dick greeting her. He let her take in her fill before grabbing the towel from the floor.
It took every ounce of control not to storm over and pick her up before tossing her on his bed. He’d dreamed of her hair spilling over his pillow, her legs spread wide for him, and that pretty mouth running dry the moment he slammed his cock into her tight little pussy.
More blood flowed downward, and a pained groan slipped from his lips at the graphic images floating through his mind. It was another reason he was terrified of letting her into his mind. Sure, he liked taking his time during sex, but the fantasies she evoked within him were sure to scare the shit out of her.
Vanessa stepped forward, and he froze. He needed to ask her to leave, but his mouth went dry at the way she stalked toward him. Her pink tongue, sliding across her lower lip, mesmerized him.
She cleared her throat and audibly swallowed before lowering to her knees. “Let me help with… that.”
He was helpless to her touch, rooted to the spot as her lips parted and took him in. Her soft hand wrapped around the base as she drew him to her mouth.
“Fuck…”He groaned, nearly coming on the spot with how turned on he was.
She moaned around her mouthful of dick, the vibration causing his knees to tremble. He needed to taste her. After indulging in another teasing suck, he forced himself free and smirked at her answering pout.
“I wasn’t done!”
“Glad to hear that, but I need to fucking taste you, sweetheart,” he said, pulling her to her feet and pushing down her pajamas to find her bare. “No panties?”
Vanessa shrugged, her cheeks reddening further. “I don’t like to wear them under my pajamas.”
He nodded and drew them to the bed, all the while telling himself they would not be having actual sex. “Come here so I can taste you while you suck my dick.”
She bit the corner of her lip before grabbing the hem of her top and fully exposing her delectable body to his view. Carter stroked his length a few times at the view before waving her toward him.
