Carter pounces. His body landing between my thighs, his mouth on mine before we fall into the mattress. Our kisses are urgent. Our hands wild.
My bra is the first to come off. No pomp and circumstance, a flick and toss across the room, and his lips are around my nipple before the lace hits the floor. His touch is torture. Each tug into the heat of his mouth has my core pulsing like a volcano ready to erupt.
“I swear, Carter.” Fisting his hair, I snatch his talented mouth from my breast. “If you don’t get inside me, I’m going to come without you.”
His damp lips curve into a self-satisfied smile. “Well, we can’t have that.”
I’m lifting my ass and pushing my panties down when Carter rises to his knees and finishes the job. I squirm under the intensity of his eyes as he runs his palms from my knees to my bikini line and back. Hovering over me, Carter grabs a condom from near my head, rips it open, and falls back to his knees. I watch in fascination as he slides the latex over himself and adjusts.
I need this … Carter’s hand travels up my thigh as he leans over me and dots kisses over my hip and stomach. This moment of release … His fingers swirl through the heat between my legs, dipping in and out. This moment of rebellion from life … Rubbing circles around my clit while his mouth moves higher. An escape … I wrap my legs and dig my heels into the back of his thighs. It’s just sex … A second finger curls in and Carter groans low. Friends with benefits … My restless hands run over his backside and pull at his thick dark hair. It means nothing … His face returns and hovers over mine, the radiant blue of his eyes holding mine as he adjusts and shifts. Just fun … He probes, withdraws, and dips, and my body opens, accepting him, welcoming him as he sinks in.
“Oh, God” I lift my hips and draw him deep. The fullness of him inside me is divine.
“Now that’s a good nickname,” he says, his cheek pressed against mine as he withdraws and returns, no urgency to his movements.
I hiss, my ability to speak coherent thoughts decimated by this man and his penis.
“I’m never leaving this spot.” His hands hold my head. “Are you good?” he asks, his body moving with deliberate laziness. He’s making sure I’m accustomed to his size and weight.
“I’m perfect.” I apply pressure to the back of his neck, and he relents, allowing me to give him a quick and deep kiss.
“No lie, my dick is setting up home in your sweet little pussy.”
I yelp, pulling his hair. “Too dirty.”
Carter circles his hips with a wicked laugh. “There’s no such thing as too dirty, my Little Aggie.” He presses up, his hands and arms balancing his chest over my body, and I grip at his hips needing him to stay buried. “Give me time, and I’ll show you.”
“So, this isn’t a one-time thing?”
Carter’s brows meet. “Fuck no.” He shifts to his knees and drags my hips with him, keeping himself embedded, as his thrusts turn insistent. “This is certainly not a one-time thing.”
Just sex, just fun, just once. Biting my tongue, I grasp at the sheets and surrender. I surrender to the ebb and flow of Carter’s delicious movement. To the possessive grasp of his hands on my body. To the knot, tight, tight, tightening before snapping and sending shocks of euphoric electricity through my body and muted whimpers from my mouth.
I seal my lips shut, forcing my cries down my throat. My body clenches and twitches around Carter’s length, noting how he grows thick. My palm slaps at the bed, my fingers grasping his sheet. He does everything the way I need, and I do everything to keep from shouting his roof off. My weak legs tilt my pelvis high, and his pace quickens. The words tumbling from his mouth turn dirty as he grabs my waist with one hand and presses the inside of my thigh, holding my leg wide, with the other.
“Oh shit!” I speak for the first time in a while. “Ohhh.” I fumble for his leg, digging my nails into his thigh as a second, and unexpected, buildup forces itself upon me. Carter grunts. My body flushes with heat.