Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Just as his hand reached my belly button, he stepped away from me and I made a whimpering sound of loss. “Shh, buttercup,” he said, “I just want to be able to feel you skin on skin.”
I didn’t look around as I heard him taking off his clothes. Then he was back against me, and I moaned at the sensation of his warm muscles against my body, his erection hot and hard, poking into my lower back. He was so supremely masculine, I felt feminine in a way I never had before. I relished it, discovering this side of myself for the very first time. I didn’t have to be in control here, nor did I want to. I trusted him. I loved the way he talked, the things he said when we were intimate, the way he took control and told me what to do. It made me feel safe, taken care of, and hotter than I’d ever in my life felt before.
But I was also beginning to realize that Carson had needs too, maybe even ones he didn’t admit to. Maybe even ones he didn’t recognize. And I would respond to those if I could. Sex had to be give and take, didn’t it?
My dreamy half-thoughts were interrupted when he flicked my nipples, causing a lightning bolt to shoot between my legs. I moaned as he kissed and licked down my neck and then he said, “Bend over the bed, Grace.” His voice sounded strained. He was losing some control.
Heat rolled through my belly at his words and I started to take my thong off, but his hand stopped me. “Leave it on.”
“But—” I started to say, looking back around at him.
“Leave it on,” he repeated.
Okay, then.
“Spread your legs,” he said gently.
I did as he said and then bent forward over the bed. For several seconds, there was no movement behind me again. “So perfect,” he whispered, right before I heard the condom wrapper being ripped open. Not knowing exactly what was happening behind me and when it would happen added an edge to the excitement. I wanted to cry with the desperation that was clawing through my body now, the deep ache pulsating in my core.
Carson moved my thong aside, his finger grazing my tender skin and then he paused, waiting, driving me just a little bit crazy. When he finally moved, I expected to feel the blunt tip of him push inside me, instead what speared inside my opening was his warm, wet tongue. I jerked and cried out with the unexpected sensation, made up of equal parts physical pleasure and the mental shock of the picture of him behind me, lapping at me from that angle. Holy God.
He reached underneath me, using his middle finger to draw lazy circles on my clit as he continued to plunge his tongue slowly in and out of me. I couldn’t help it, I writhed down on his face, gasping, feeling an orgasm just within reach. “Faster, please, Carson,” I panted. How was it exactly that he always managed to make me beg? I wanted, needed, to come so badly, and his movements, although delicious, were just too slow to tip me over the edge.
He ignored me though, instead licking backward, over my, oh my God! Was he really licking me there? I tensed up slightly, but he kept moving upward, licking up the seam of my ass until he hit my lower back and then kissed my skin lightly. His movement stopped again and I almost screamed out in frustration. If he wasn’t inside me in the next three seconds, I was going to take matters into my own hands. I was so worked up, I thought I was going to combust.
But he pushed my thong aside again and then finally the blunt tip of his cock at my entrance. I leaned back into it, moaning. He pulled it back though and I made an angry sound of frustration in my throat. “Stay still, please,” he said. Despite the please, it sounded like an order, not a request.
I nodded, too desperate to form words. I briefly considered turning around and jumping on top of him, and forcing him to take me, right before I felt him at my entrance again. I was trembling with the effort to stay still, but when he saw that I was going to, he pushed in a little bit. We both moaned in unison. “You’re even tighter from this angle, Grace. Jesus.”
I dropped my head and he pushed in all the way, filling me completely. Oh God, that’s amazing.
He started moving slowly, his hands holding my hips steady. I tilted my backside up toward him, wanting him as deep as possible. “Grace,” he moaned as his thrusts picked up in speed.
“I wish you could see this, baby. I wish you could see me pumping inside of you. It’s so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.” His voice pattern staggered with his movements, sounding thick and disjointed.