We both continue to move in sync. It’s like we’re having sex, but with clothes on. I really want to be doing it with him. I want to feel him inside me. “I … I think I’m going to come,” I mutter a few minutes later. He groans into my mouth again, pressing his erection hard against my clit, moving his hips in a circular motion. It feels amazing.
“Come for me, beautiful,” he urges. Within seconds my orgasm hits me hard.
“Yes,” I moan as my head pushes back into the pillow and my body trembles from the intensity. My nails dig into his arse cheeks as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. He doesn’t stop moving until I’m finished. Pulling back, his hooded eyes meet mine.
“I need to taste you now,” he breathes. Sitting back on his haunches, he slides my pyjama bottoms down my legs, taking my panties with them. Nobody has ever seen me naked before, but for some reason, with him, I don’t feel self-conscious at all. “Sweet Jesus. You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he states.
The thought of him imagining me naked pleases me. A lot. He spreads my legs wide, gazing down at me. Appreciation is written all over his handsome face. He exhales and then smiles. Leaning forward he lifts my back slightly off the bed as he pulls my top over my head. “I need to see all of you.” Returning to his haunches, I watch as his eyes caress my body. The look he gives me is so hot I’m surprised it doesn’t scorch my skin. “Perfect,” he breathes, making me smile. He thinks I’m perfect. His fingers lightly caress my skin leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake.
His impressive hard manhood is straining against his pyjama bottoms. I want to do something for him, but I have no idea what. I just want to please him like he pleases me.
Placing his hands on either side of my hips, he leans forward. He lays a sweet kiss on my stomach before his tongue trails a path up to my breasts. His eyes meet mine as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Mmmm,” I say as my eyes close and my fingers thread through his hair. I never knew my body was capable of feeling such extraordinary pleasure. I could easily get addicted to these feelings.
“Open your eyes. I want you to see who’s making you feel like this,” he demands as his tongue makes a trail over to my other breast. “You’re perfect,” he whispers against my skin as he kisses down my abdomen. I find every word, every movement he makes completely erotic. “I love how your body responds to my touch.”
I should be nervous that he’s heading south, but I’m not. I want to experience everything with him. Everything.
When he settles between my legs, he looks up and smiles as he inches forward. He parts my lips with his fingers before blowing his warm breath over my clit. His eyes never once leave mine. It makes my breath hitch and my body shiver in anticipation. His tongue darts out and he licks a line straight up my centre. His eyelids flutter shut and he groans against my sensitive flesh.
“So sweet,” he murmurs. Reaching down I thread my fingers through his hair.
“Oh God,” I moan. I have no words for how incredible this feels. No words. His eyes spring open and he pulls back slightly.
“That’s not my name,” he grumbles. Shit. We had this discussion last night.
“Carter,” I breathe.
“That’s better,” he says as his tongue finds me again. I thought his hands were magical last night, but his mouth … Oh. My. Fucking. God. Amazing. He is a man of many talents.
Within minutes I’m on the verge of another orgasm. I’m trying my best to suppress it. I don’t want him to ever stop what he’s doing. “I could do this to you all day,” he says, like he has just read my mind. Freaky.
“I wouldn’t complain if you did. It feels amazing,” I reply, but it comes out more like a whimper. He growls against my sensitive flesh as he inserts two fingers inside me before hooking them. Fuck. I can’t hold back any longer. “Carter,” I moan as my hands tug on his hair. His tongue and fingers work feverishly as my orgasm hits me hard, followed closely by another one. Holy crap. I think I’m going to pass out.
He kisses his way back up my body until his lips meet mine again. I can taste myself on him, but it doesn’t turn me off in the slightest. My hand reaches down between us as I grip his shaft. Shit, he’s huge. “Let me do something for you,” I offer. I’m tempted to beg him to have sex with me, but I know that will just make me sound lame. Ending the kiss he looks down at me.
“You don’t have to. Just seeing you come undone is enough for me,” he replies as his face softens. I wish he was this sweet all the time.