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Rapture and Lace(25)



"I've wanted to fuck on this table since I got it." He ran his hands up my bare legs and fingered the fabric of my shorts teasingly. "You're so hot when you run around the house in these little shorts. Every time you walk away from me it drives me wild." He ran his palms further up my thighs under the cotton.

"You've got a great ass, Evangeline." He rocked his hips into my center. "Lift up your bottom," he whispered into my ear as he scraped his teeth along the sensitive flesh. My heart thudded erratically in my chest and I placed my palms flat on the table and lifted my bottom. Carter took the moment to rip the fabric down my legs roughly and flung them on the floor next to his feet.

"Told you I wanted you naked as much as possible when we were here," he growled into my ear. I slid my bottom closer to the edge of the table, my core seeking out some relief from the building pressure. He jerked his hips into me so I could feel his arousal under the denim of his jeans. My breathing hitched as the raw fabric dragged along my slick core.

"Put your feet up on the table and spread your knees, Evangeline." He backed away and his eyes held mine with a dark and lusty look. My breathing sped up as my gaze locked with his. Those steely blue eyes penetrated me with emotion and passion, setting my body on fire.

I did as I was told, lifting my feet to the edge of the table, leaving me exposed and vulnerable for him. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, sucking in a sharp breath when he realized that I wasn't wearing a bra.

"You do this to tease me." He bit his bottom lip.

He reached his palms up to my knees and ran his hands down my calves gently. His eyes flicked from my eyes, to my bare neck, my aroused nipples, down my stomach and then landed at my very center. I squirmed a bit under his gaze. His tongue darted out and wet his bottom lip and then his gaze darted back to mine with hooded intensity.

"Hold your ankles and don't move."

There was the controlling sex god that my body craved. Locking my hands to my ankles, I felt slightly contorted, my ass nearly hanging off the table and my heels firmly planted on it. Carter flipped the button on his jeans and unzipped his pants quickly, never breaking eye contact with me. The intensity reflected back at me had hot passion pooling between my legs and I inadvertently squirmed again, gasping for breath.

Carter leaned over me and ran a hand through my hair, pushed it back off my shoulders, and exposed my neck.

"Do you want me to fuck you on the table, Evangeline?" he growled softly.

I nodded. I was so aroused my brain was unable to form words.

He held my neck with one palm as his other held my hip tightly, keeping me firm on the edge of the table. He teased the head of his length in and out of my folds, running it up and down gently, gathering my arousal and causing him to slip around my entrance, never entering me, just teasing, gently playing, driving me insane. I bucked my hips into him with a moan.

"I said don't move, Eva." He continued to tease my folds, running his length up and down giving me just enough friction without causing me to fall over completely.

"I want to feel you," I whispered softly.

"I know you do." He continued to tease. "I love how you feel wrapped around me." He pressed a little harder as he ran his length up and down my cleft. My breathing ratcheted up another notch. "I love being inside you, Eva," he whispered as he tickled around my ear with his tongue. My body was sitting on the cliff, unable to get enough friction to fall over, but so close, so nearly there.

"Do you want to come, Eva?" he breathed in my ear.

"Yes."

His fingertips ghosted up my rib cage and palmed the flesh of my breast roughly. He teased around the nipple and just when they became achingly hard, he would pinch roughly, almost too much, and an exquisite sense of pain and pleasure ran through my body and hit straight to my core. I moaned in both pleasure and frustration.

"Carter, please."

He ran his length up and down my center slower and harder, providing just slightly more friction at the hypersensitive nerves at the top. I moaned and threw my head back, my hair falling behind me and brushing along my bare back, just another delicious sensation on my oversensitive flesh.

Carter held one hand firmly at the base of my back holding me in place as he moved harder up and down my cleft as I bucked my hips into him. My body was so aroused my brain was losing conscious thought.

"Are you going to come, Eva?"

"Yes," I choked out. He moved quicker and harder and the sensation caused my toes to curl.

"Come, Eva. Come for me," he said the words and he stroked quicker when I exploded from the combined sensations of his stimulating arousal, his hands massaging my back, my hair sweeping back on the table, and his words pounding in my brain. The fireworks burst behind my eyelids and I cried out in pleasure.