I was seeing stars.

No, for real, I was.

Dozens of little silver spots shot through my vision as I moaned, uncaring of how loud I was being.

It’d been too long. Way too long since I’d been pleasured like this. It was almost unreal.

He licked me over and over again, burying his face between my legs, sucking my clit relentlessly, driving me to the edge before drawing me back again. My body acted on its own, jolting repeatedly, and it didn’t stop him. He forced me to take it, until my hands were clawing at his head, pulling at his hair, riding his face.

“Shit, shit,” I cursed, shaking. “Shit, Carter.”

I tensed beneath him just as the sudden explosion of pleasure ripped through me. It was magnificent, and unexpected, and he still ate me out, refusing to move his mouth away, until I’d come completely down from my high.

He climbed back over me, searing his mouth against mine, forcing his tongue between my lips. I tasted myself and wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him deeper to me. It was the most intense oral sex I’d ever been given, and I was still hungry for him. He was new and shiny all over again, and having this mere taste reminded me how brilliant sex was with him.

“Was that good?” he murmured, pulling away with a smug little smile on his face.

My response was immediate. “It was amazing.”

“Do you want more?” There was a subtle hopefulness in his voice, like he was convinced I would, but wasn’t entirely certain.

“Yes, but I want to taste you too.”

His eyes brightened. “You want me to fuck your mouth?”

Jesus, he was always so blunt. It made my stomach flip-flop as I smiled up at him. “Yeah, so long as you stop talking like a caveman.”

He burst out laughing. “Don’t lie, beautiful, you love my dirty caveman mouth.”

I did.

My hand slid down his front and wrapped around his cock. He shut his eyes, looking drunk on pleasure, as I pumped him slowly, squeezing him along the tip.

“Scoot up,” I demanded.

He balled his hands into fists and did as he was told, and there was something so sexy about him obeying me. It was like having him wrapped around my little finger. He splayed his hands out on the wall in front of him, resting his forehead against it as he positioned his legs on either side of my chest, in line with my breasts.

“Let go,” he strained out, “and let me do the work.”

I dropped my hand from his length, completely aware of the tug of power transpiring between us. I stared up at him as he slowly rested his cock between my lips. I parted them, and he cursed under his breath as he thrust in and out of my mouth, leaving behind the distinct salty taste of him that riled me up like nothing before.

One of his hands dropped down, and he brushed the tip of his finger over my nipple. I could hardly move in this position, but I loved it. His hand slid up and around the back of my head, supporting it as he moved in and out of me.

I didn’t do this with guys. I’d never felt comfortable after he left to give anyone a blow job. The thought of it was a turn off, yet with Carter, it was a must. I needed to taste him, and I loved the sounds he made as I pleased him. My hands slid up his thighs and to his hips. I gripped them, digging my nails in his flesh, encouraging him to move faster.

“Fuck, Leah,” he went on, “I love that sweet little mouth. Love fucking it.”

His words warmed me from the inside out.

He never pushed too far in, never went too fast either. He kept it at a steady pace, and I loved him for that. He was considering my comfort instead of putting his own pleasure before me. It was typical of Carter, and I missed having that. That was what made sex so pleasurable between us. He knew how far to go. He read my body like a book, like he might have kicked back with God in my creation, going, “Yep, that’s enough of that. Let’s work now on how much I turn her on. Make it enormous. No, actually more than enormous, make it scarily gigantic.”

He pulled out suddenly and moved back down the mattress.

“I don’t want you to make me come,” he panted out, leaning off the bed to grab at his jeans. “I want to be inside you for that.”

He removed his wallet, all the while glimpsing at my naked body so hungrily, I felt devoured with just one look. My legs were spread out, totally vulnerable. He pulled out a condom and hurriedly tore it open, sheathing himself in no time before climbing back on the bed. Instead of coming over me, he laid on his side right next to me, kissing my shoulder as his hand slid down my body. He brushed against my clit, and I reared my hips to accommodate his movements. Then, he pushed me on my side so that my ass was against his dick. Grabbing at my leg, he lifted it up and over his hips.

“Kiss me,” he demanded breathlessly.

I turned my face to his and he smashed his mouth against mine, his hand on my chin, angling me to him. His tongue swirled against mine as I felt the tip of him slowly nudging at my entrance. I shut my eyes tightly, waiting with brutal anticipation as he rocked slowly in and out. Shallow little thrusts that had me achingly gripping the sheets.

“Look at me,” he said. “I want to see you.”

I turned my head back to him and opened my eyes. His eyes looked shockingly bright, like cobalt blue crystals. They were mesmerizing. He kept his hand at my chin as he moved, filling me slowly. My eyes were barely open as the pleasure continued, and I gasped every time he thrust in, a little harder than before, rubbing against a sweet spot that had me trembling against him.

“Good?” he whispered on a groan.

“Yeah,” I let out through parted lips.

I felt his thumb along my bottom lip, and it was practically instinct that had me flicking my tongue out at it. He cursed and fitted his thumb into my mouth and I sucked on it, closing my eyes as he moved faster into me.

“You feel good, babe,” he gritted out. “Fuck, fuck.”

There was only so much of these movements I could take, writhing against him, moaning with him as it climbed to record heights.

“Carter,” I cried out, and he seared my mouth shut with his, swallowing my cries as he rubbed his hand over my clit, sending me straight over the edge. I quivered and he stilled, pounding me one last time, gripping me so tight, it hurt. I felt his cock jump inside of me and he groaned long and slow through his orgasm.

My heart was beating erratically.

For three years, I’d been missing out on this.




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