leg until they stop just before my slit.
“I want this, Carter.” My breathy words are all he needs before his tongue does a first swipe over the length of me, from clit to entrance, and a gasped breath escapes my lips as I mewl out when he does it again. My fingers go to the top of his head, tangling in his hair as he spreads me and sucks my clit into his mouth.
I curse him, praise him, and feel my insides burn with yearning as his tongue plays with me in every way that my body needs. My thighs open wider for him to adjust his wide shoulders between them as he kneels on the carpet and works me skillfully with his mouth. I hold onto his hair as he licks me with purpose, working my entrance with his tongue until I’m writhing and arching and holding his face where I need him to be.
Legs shaking, I dig my fingertips into his scalp and grind into him as his tongue pushes into me. One of his fingers slides toward where his mouth is, playing with the arousal that he’s created before entering me slowly as his tongue trails back to my clit. My eyes flutter closed as a second finger enters me, pumping, arching, and building me higher and higher. His movements are slow, calculated, and he doesn’t stop until I’m barely able to pant his name in choppy pleas. My hips arch into him, riding out the wave of pleasure coursing through my body as he picks up the pace with his fingers and nips my clit until I can’t hold back.
Moaning his name, he keeps his fingers arched inside me through my orgasm, waiting until I come down before pulling them out and standing up. He hooks an arm around my waist, puts one behind the back of my legs, and cradles me to him as he takes us through the hallway past his kitchen. I hold onto him, legs numb from the high I’m coming down from, and bury my face into his chest and breathe in his spicy scent while licking and biting his flesh.
He carries us to his bedroom, using his foot to close the door behind him so Cap can’t come in. I don’t take time to look around the large room or note just how soft his dark bedding is under me when he gently lays me down. All I focus on is the way he confidently strips in front of me, not once looking away from our locked gazes. I’m transfixed by his toned torso and his lean waist. His arms perfectly rounded with muscle from the boxing he does at the Rec Center, his thighs lean and muscular, and his length too impressive to miss as it springs from his tight blue boxer briefs that slide down him until he’s naked too.
When he crawls up the bed and hovers over my body, I swallow and position my legs so he can fit between them. He’s broader than Easton, more toned from all his workouts. The way he towers over me and studies my expression isn’t with the same intensity though, and I’m not sure how to take it.
His eyes are dark with lust, but lighter with something else. Care. Genuine care. And I feel as much when he leans down and kisses me, brushing our lips together in tender kisses as he feels down my body and holds me. Sinking lower onto his forearms, his tongue sweeps my bottom lip until we’re exploring each other’s mouths again, making out and touching and breathing in the other. I flick my tongue against the roof of his mouth, he nibbles my bottom lip, and his cock hardens against my stomach between us.
Breath hitching, I hold onto his shoulders and look him in the eyes. Our breathing is ragged, wanting, intermingled with the anticipation. I don’t tell him I want this again, not with words. Instead, I squeeze his shoulders and kiss him, molding our lips together and holding him to me so his weight shifts on top of my body. I guide my hand to his rock-hard cock and pump him until he shudders. He places a hand over mine, helping me jerk him until he guides himself at my entrance, pauses, and gives me one final glance before his mouth buries itself in the crook of my neck the same time he enters me in one, deep stroke.
I instantly arch into