Wanted Distraction(17)

His mouth pressed to mine for but a second, before we both parted our lips and his tongue delved deep. He pulled me tightly to him, and I instantly fell in love with the way his warm skin and rigid muscles felt against my bare skin. His kiss was equally electrifying, conveying that mutual appreciation I’d spoke of earlier, in addition to something darker. Something more intense.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him command my passion. It was the easiest thing in the world to give into the wonderful sensations he evoked. It took no time at all—mere heartbeats—to lose myself in our kiss and the glorious feeling of his body pressed to mine, along with one of his hands roaming my body. He finally settled on palming an ass cheek again as his cock rubbed against my pussy lips.

Hot magma flooded my veins and fire lit my insides. He turned me on in ways I’d never experienced before, making me hot and bothered.

His fingers curled around the thin strand of my thong and he tugged. With his other hand gripping the opposite side, and me wiggling slightly, he worked the panties down my legs. He broke our kiss and whisked off the thong. I settled on my back and he filled the vee my parted legs created. His supple hands skimmed up my calves and then shifted, easing along my inner thighs.

Covering my mound with one hand, he massaged all the sensitive parts, pressing the heel into my clit. His dark brown eyes deepened in color, turning almost black. The irises shimmered with desire in the moonlight seeping in through the cracks in the shutters. I simply stared at him, burning from the way he stroked me and gazed at me, but also enjoying how fantastic he looked between my legs. He was sheer perfection in my mind, with his chiseled face and body, and his tousled hair, which I had mussed.

I grinned at him as the pressure began to build in my pussy and my stomach. “You’ve got a pretty easy job,” I teased. “I think I could come just by looking at you in all your hunky glory.”

“I’m willing to put some effort into this, sweetheart.” His tone was much darker than mine, laden with carnal cravings.

He lowered his head, moved his hand and licked slowly and sensuously along my lips and then my clit. Then his tongue circled my opening and darted inside, making me writhe on the bed as my soft, needy whimpers surrounded us.

“You are so good at that,” I murmured. “I’m so glad I waited for this. So glad I get to experience this with you.” The first and only time, I thought. Because I was certain I could never let another man do this to me. I knew it wouldn’t be the same, wouldn’t be as special or as hot.

My hips lifted and I pressed myself against his mouth as he suckled my clit while easing two fingers into my throbbing pussy. He worked me quickly, expertly, knowing the exact amount of pressure to apply, knowing just the right spots to hit. I closed my eyes and gripped his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he pushed me to the precipice once again and I experienced that beautiful release that made me cry out his name.

Little white orbs burst behind my lids and I lost my breath as wave after wave of erotic sensation crashed over me. Carter didn’t stop what he was doing, which prolonged my orgasm and made my body shudder.

It took me a while to come down from my high. I suddenly realized I was practically clawing at him, my fingernails biting into his shoulders. I released him and said, “Sorry about that. I didn’t hurt your shoulder, did I?”

He was languidly kissing the inside of one of my thighs. “Didn’t even notice.” He lifted his head and grinned at me. “I love making you come.”

“You are very good at it.” My cheeks flushed. I could lie here forever with him between my legs. But the insistent throbbing in my cunt made me say, “I want to feel you inside me.”

“I was hoping to get you all worked up,” he mumbled as he nipped at my skin, jolting me to the core of my being with the sexy sensation.

“I have been. For you. Since senior year.” My voice was breathy, riding little pants of air.

“Mm,” he murmured against my quivering flesh. His lips trailed over my body as he made his way up to my mouth and kissed me. I could taste my juices on his tongue and it was a ridiculously arousing thing, given the intimate act he’d repeatedly performed. So skillfully, I might add.

When I finally dragged my mouth from his, I whispered, “I am hot and wet and in desperate need of you. Make love to me.”

“I don’t think I can hold out a second longer,” he admitted as he reached for one of the foil packets on the nightstand.

I, in turn, gave him another little push that caused him to sprawl across the bed on his back.

With a chuckle, he said, “I didn’t realize you were so dominant.”