I look up through my lashes. “Don’t hold back,” I whisper down his shaft. “I want to taste all of you.” Drawing my tongue from base to tip, I flick tiny sweeps of my tongue along his corded length and around the strained crown. I glance up to find storm clouds brewing in his eyes, pulling me into the raging depths of black.
“Put your mouth on me,” he grinds out between his teeth, veins bulging in his neck. I kiss the tip, lapping at it with my tongue. “Now, Valentina,” he commands, fisting both hands in my hair. “In your mouth.”
His command makes me even wetter. If I was wearing underwear, it would be soaked.
I want him with a fierceness that scares me, because it’s raw and real and addictive. Hard, silky, slick, I take him in and suck. He groans. Closing his eyes, he thrusts, and we find a swift pace that has the hair under his navel tickling my nose with each pass. My mouth and fingers act in tandem to prolong his pleasure.
“Fuck, you own me,” he grinds out as I take him to the back of my throat and swallow. He throws his head back and groans, loud and long. It’s good, the silky slide of him on my tongue feels good, and I want more—more of him, more of the heady feelings that come along with taking him to a place where he can let go, where freedom and passion combine. The place where fucking is really love, and I can love him with my mouth and my body. A place where nothing and no one will drive us apart. I can tell he’s close by the tug to my hair and his quick thrusts, fast, faster. I’m filled with him, filled with love and fear of how soon it will all be lost, and I’ll have loved for nothing. Nothing more than the memories I take with me to my grave.
“Valentina, I’m going to come,” he growls desperately as he thrusts feverishly into my mouth.
I want him to. I want to taste him. I want him inside me, a permanent reminder of our time together. My teeth graze against his swelling cock. He tries to tug me away, but I clench my fingers into his ass, and then he pumps wildly into my mouth. Lost to the demands of his body, he takes me until he pushes down my throat and comes, one long jetted stream after the other, until he’s empty and panting.
“Baby,” he moans again, shuddering.
Reaching under my arms, he pulls me up. I’m desperate. Climbing his body, I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him, deep, long, hungry lashes. He staggers back, fumbling towards the ground, and once there, he falls on top of me. I won’t let him loosen his hold, there’s a manic level of desperation in my grip. I can feel it, and I know he can too.
Matching my need, Carter pulls my hair, opening my neck to his mouth, teeth and tongue trailing down to my breasts. I arch into his hold, hovering in the place between pleasure and pain as he sucks my nipple so far into his mouth, I feel it in my clitoris. A strong, pulsing ache demands his attention. One and then the other, he tugs and bites the sensitive peaks, and I writhe beneath him, searching for his touch in the place I need him the most. As if reading my mind, he slides his hand, spreading me open to find my clit. Three fingers press flat, rubbing me into a bright burning light. His teeth and tongue tease my breasts as I loosen my legs to let him have me. My head rolls to the side as I grip the sand, searching for something to ground me.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant, rolling my hips to mimic his movement, and then they move down my slickness and inside.
“So ready,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, I want to feel you.”
In a heartbeat, he pushes my thighs apart, grips the base of his renewed erection, and taps it on my clit, rubbing it through my folds. His earlier release did nothing to tame the turbulence in his eyes.
“Feel me, Valentina,” he commands and watches his cock sink in, slow, stretching, deep, and filling. I whimper at the exquisite pressure. My lids flutter closed. “No,” he growls. “Look at me. Watch me take you.”
I can’t deny him. Not Carter when his