Yes, of course, I hoped there was a chance for more with Carter. I wouldn’t hang my hat on the notion, though. That would only set me up for an even greater heartache. But I was too optimistic a person not to keep the door open.
Carter said, “I don’t want you to feel used.”
My unexpected laugh filled the silent room. “This was my idea, remember? Let’s think of it as an evening of mutual appreciation,” I suggested as my head dipped and I brushed my lips over his collarbone.
He let out a low grunt. “Sure beats the hell out of the cold shower I’d previously resigned myself to.”
“I can offer more relief than that.” I lightly pushed at his chest until he rolled onto his back.
Where to start was the thought that flitted through my mind as I gazed down at his hunky body. I nibbled my lower lip while I absorbed the magnificent sight before me, and he still wasn’t naked yet.
My first order of business, I decided, was to attempt to get him as hot and bothered as I felt. So I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I tossed the lingerie aside as he let out another lustful grunt.
I unfastened his pants and slid the zipper down its track. Then I bent over him and kissed him aggressively. Our intense liplock was scorching hot, and he groaned when I finally pulled away.
“You make me so damn hard,” he told me in a tight voice.
I left him that way and shifted to the end of the bed. I quickly divested him of his Italian leather shoes and socks, then asked, “You have a condom, right?”
“Somewhere.” He gave it some thought before saying, “Either the toiletry bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door, or the small duffle sitting on the vanity.”
I slipped from the bed, surprised he felt so comfortable with me rummaging through his personal effects. I found two foil packets at the very bottom of the duffle, where he kept several books on Joe Montana and Dan Marino, plus a few magazines. I couldn’t help checking out the titles and smiled at his selection of reading material. Classic Cars, Newsweek and, of course, Sports Illustrated, though thankfully not the swimsuit edition.
Returning to the bedroom, I tossed the condoms on the nightstand. He’d removed his pants, but not his briefs. His erection strained against the sexy black shorts, making my mouth water.
I finally kicked off my heels and climbed back into bed with him.
Carter reached for me and pulled me down on top of him. He kissed me in that way that made me feel singed to the core of my being. Hot and passionate. Obviously, he couldn’t hold back, which made my pulse race and my cunt ache.
His hands roamed my body, his fingers grazing my skin until it tingled. He touched me without reservation or hesitation. In fact, he was quite assertive as he cupped my ass cheeks and kneaded them. He broke our kiss and, gripping the backs of my thighs, coaxed me to straddle his lap, and my upper body melded to his. With his hands on my hips, he pressed my pelvis downward, sliding my satin-covered lips over his hard cock. He was wide and thick, and my insides blazed at the thought of him filling and stretching me.
We rocked slowly together, and my breathing grew shallow.
I dropped kisses on his chest as he murmured, “You are so damn sexy.”
Words I’d longed to hear from him. Praise the Lord, I’d successfully erased the image of Tinkerbell from his mind.
Sitting up, but still riding his cock through our underwear, I said, “Do crazy-wicked things to me, Carter. Things I’ll never forget. Things I won’t ever want any other man to do to me, because I know there’ll be no comparison.”
He sat up as well, and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed me hungrily as his hands swept over my ribs, to my breasts. He massaged them with a slight roughness that made me restless.
When the pads of his thumbs brushed over my nipples, I sighed contentedly.
“I always knew your hands would feel heavenly on my body.”
He stilled. “You’ve thought of this?”
“Fantasized about it,” I admitted, not the least bit ashamed, because our intimate connection was undeniable. “For a very long time.”
His head dipped and his tongue replaced a thumb on one of my nipples. He flicked the puckered bud, then whispered against the sensitive peak, “And this?”
“All of it,” I confessed. “Your hands and mouth all over my body, in places no one else has touched.”
A heartbeat later, he flipped me onto my back. He propped himself up on one elbow as he lay between my parted thighs.
“Where, Cherish?” he asked in a thick voice.
I hedged, my inhibitions creeping in around my brave front.
His hand skimmed over my stomach and down to the apex of my legs. His fingers swept over my pussy lips as he asked, “Here?”