Naughty or Nice - Alexis Winter Page 0,25

bed, he lays me down gently until all of his weight is pressing against me. And oh my God, he feels amazing. His bed is soft and smells like him. His hands are strong and touring my body. His mouth is soft but forceful and he kisses me, taking what he wants while giving me what I need.

His mouth falls from mine and makes its way down my jaw and neck. His hands find my breasts and he massages them, winding me up tighter. I can’t take going slow. I feel like I’m going to explode. So I grab ahold of his shirt and pull it up. He breaks away long enough to pull it off and send it flying across the room. He’s back on me in a second, stripping away my bra.

“Fuck, Felicity,” he says, lowering his mouth to my hard nipples. He sucks one into his mouth and I let out a loud moan. His tongue flicks against it again and again, and it feels like I’m only a moment from my release already. He continues to kiss down my body, peppering my skin with soft kisses and teasing nips. I dig my fingernails into the skin on his back and that makes his back arch, causing his hardness to press against me.

My hands move around to unfasten his jeans, but he pushes them away and works to remove my panties and garter belt with hose. He loses his patience and ends up ripping it all off me. I’m about to yell at him for ruining my clothing, but then he sucks my clit into his mouth and I see stars. My back arches up off the bed and my hands turn into fists that are tangled into the sheets. My eyes flutter closed as my lips part. His mouth is magical, knowing all the right places to touch and to tease. He licks, flicks, and sucks until I’m coming undone around him. My thighs tighten around his head as I ride out every last wave of my release. I feel like I’m being drowned. I can’t breathe. I can’t suck in the oxygen I need. All I can do is stay still and enjoy every last powerful wave of pleasure that he provides.

When my body goes weak, he pulls himself away. He’s on his knees between my legs, looking down at me as he unfastens his jeans. “What’s the matter, sweetheart. Too much for you?”

“Not even close,” I reply, watching as he pushes his jeans past his thick, long cock. It springs free and I lick my lips, wanting to touch him, to taste him. I reach for him, desperately wanting to wrap my hand around him, but he catches my hand and pins it above my head as he lowers his chest to mine. With a hand between us, he guides himself to my entrance.

“Are you sure about this,” he asks, moving his tip between my folds. “There’s no going back from here,” he warns.

“I don’t want to go back,” I tell him.

His eyes fall closed and he almost looks pained as he leans down to kiss me. “Tell me to stop, Felicity. Please, don’t let me do this,” he begs, still moving himself against me but not entering me.

“Please, don’t stop, Carson. Fuck me,” I whisper.

His mouth crashes against mine. In the same instant, he thrusts forward, sliding into me hard and deep. We both let out a moan of pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes out, holding on to my hips fiercely. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So fucking perfect, just like I knew you would be,” he says, pulling out and pushing back in. I hold on to him tight, like if I don’t, I might just fall right off the edge of the world.

I can’t explain the emotions that are bubbling up inside of me right now. Being with Carson is better than I ever could have imagined possible. It’s like wanting something your whole life and finally getting it, only to discover it’s better than you could have imagined. I’m overwhelmed with happiness, love, excitement, pleasure. So much pleasure.

His hips keep moving, pushing me closer and closer to my breaking point, but he gives me so much more. While he moves inside of me, he never stops kissing me, touching me, loving me. Years of need, yearning, passion, desire, love, it all combines and boils over. It’s strong, overwhelming, intoxicating.

It’s not long before I’m coming around him again and when I fall back