Wanted Distraction(15)

I nodded.

“With my mouth?”

Again, I nodded.

“No man’s ever—”

“No.” My voice was low and needy. “I never wanted that with anyone other than you. That’s what makes the fantasies so good. You do things to me I won’t let anyone else do.”

His chiseled face became a mask of hard angles. I couldn’t read his expression, but it was incredibly tense.

“Cherish.” He shook his head. He seemed incapable of coming up with the right words to express his thoughts and feelings. Instead of speaking, he simply rubbed my lips with his fingertips as he stared into my eyes.

The erotic sensation was ridiculously blissful and equally titillating. The desire in his dark gaze aroused me even more. When his fingers whisked aside the material covering my pussy and he stroked me again, the skin-on-skin contact caused a small cry to fall from my partially opened mouth.

I bit into my lower lip to keep from making another peep as his fingers shifted to my clit and rubbed the swollen nub in slow circles.

My hand curled around the side of his neck. The other hand slipped through the space between our bodies, created by the elbow holding him up, and I flattened my palm against his back. He bent his head to my breast again and gently suckled a nipple, sending a ripple of excitement through me.

Releasing my lip, I said, “Carter. That feels so good.” When he eased a finger into my wet cunt, my entire body jolted. “Oh!” I cried out as my hips lifted off the mattress.

He caressed my inner walls as he continued to tongue my nipple. I writhed beneath him, feeling the pressure build within me.

I was already drowning in sexual euphoria. Yet Carter clearly had so much more in store for me. He shifted on the bed, his lips grazing my skin as he moved down my body and positioned himself between my thighs, his finger still in my pussy.

His warm lips slid over my slick ones, and my low moan echoed in the room. I wove my fingers through his luxurious hair, while my free hand curled around the down comforter beneath me. Carter lapped slowly, driving me wild. I squirmed on the bed as the tip of his tongue targeted my clit, a foreign sensation that made me deliriously happy.

“You’re going to make me come,” I said on a sharp breath.

“Yes,” he whispered against my sensitive skin. “And I want you to say my name when you do.”

My hips rolled as he finger-fucked me a bit faster, a bit more forcefully. He suckled my clit and I barreled toward orgasm at lightning speed.

“Oh God, yes,” I mumbled as sizzling sensations made my insides burn. “That feels so incredible. I knew it’d be this good with you.”

He diligently licked and stroked my pussy, and seconds later, I called out, “Carter!”

The explosion inside me pulsated vibrantly. I gasped for air as my body trembled and my heart swelled.

He withdrew his finger from me, using the slick pad to rub my clit much quicker than previously. He pressed his fingertips against my dewy flesh and stroked aggressively, clearly wanting to get me off again. I had a feeling he’d accomplish his mission faster than he intended.

Fire roared through me, the sensations from my orgasm meshing with the tantalizing feeling of his determined touch.

He left featherlike kisses across my quivering stomach as he whispered, “That was hot, sweetheart. I want you to come again.”

This time, he pushed two fingers into my dripping cunt and pumped them in and out as his thumb massaged my clit. He rose slightly above me, but dipped his head to my breast and tongued a nipple as his fingers worked their magic in my pussy and on my clit.

My back arched and my hips undulated. Breathy little pants fell from my lips. My fingers remained twined in his hair. I could tell by his aggressive ministrations he wanted to make me scream in ecstasy.

“Carter,” I said on a harsh breath. My body moved in ways I’d never experienced before, as though needing to get closer to him while also responding in a primal way to everything he did to me. “I’m almost there. God, you push me right to the edge, so fast.”

He let out a carnal growl that was damn sexy. “The things I want to do to you, Cherish…” he whispered against my breast. “I want to make you feel good.”

“I want you inside me,” I told him.

“Soon.”

His fingers plunged deep and I let out a strangled sound that was erotic and needy at the same time.

“You want more?” he asked, his tone seductive.

“Yes.”

He managed to work a third finger into my cunt and I gasped. The heel of his hand rubbed my clit in lieu of his thumb, and I rocked in time with his rhythm as sinfully delicious sensations flooded my veins.