“Pretty girl, you are going to be the death of me.” Carter turned me around to face him, chest rising and falling as he fingered the thin straps of my gown for a beat too long—his expression reverent, and terribly focused.
Lips swollen, I reached up and slid one strap down my arm before he could change his mind. Carter slowly pushed the other strap down, murmuring as my dress slipped down over my body and pooled on the floor around my feet.
His eyes flared, and his voice was rough as he murmured, “So fucking beautiful, Sarafina.” It came out like a simple fact, not even a compliment, and there was nothing but pure adoration in his voice, as he worshipped me with his eyes.
My response got caught in my throat as I stood in only my heels and jewelry, otherwise, on complete display for him. The soft lamplight was my only savior as my nipples peaked and he made a meal out of me with his eyes, took his time too.
Carter licked his lips before he reached out to grip my ribcage as if he needed to make sure I was actually real. Breath ragged, he ran a thumb over the bottom swell of one breast and watched me very carefully as he dragged that calloused thumb over my nipple, causing me to take a sharp, sudden inhale. I wondered if I might collapse as the sensation cascaded through me, making every part of me throb for more.
Carter didn’t bother taking my stilettos off as he gripped my waist with two hands and guided me backwards towards the bed, gently laid me back onto the silken sheets. My feet were still on the floor, but the cool swath of fabric beneath me was a welcome reprieve against my burning skin as he planted a hand next to my head and leaned over me. The way he was looking at me—I’d never felt more desired in my life. Never felt sobeautiful. The hopeful but nervous expression in his eyes was an illuminatinglook into the fact that maybe he was jumping off a cliff of his own. That maybe we were in this together. Maybe things weren’t as one-sided as I had led myself to believe.
He was almost in a trance as he dragged a thumb roughly over my bottom lip and then trailed the backs of his fingers down the plane of my chest and over my stomach. I arched as his knuckles grazed below my belly button and whimpered when he pulled his hand away—a cautious explorer.
“Remember the rules?” Carter rasped, swollen-lipped, while he adjusted himself. “Do you want me to keep going?” He asked, and I nodded breathlessly. “You have to use your voice. Can you do that for me?” The look in his eyes told me I could pull the plug right now, if that’s what I wanted.
The feeling of safety with him—felt like pure freedom.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want to keep going.” Would curl up and die if we didn’t keep going.
“Good girl.” Eyes dropping to my breasts, he licked his lips before pushing a knee between both of mine, and I clutched the sheets, nodding for him to continue.
His breath was ragged as he pushed my knees open, baring me to him for the first time—he swore, eyes dilated so much they looked wholly black.
Corded arms flexing, he reached over me and grabbed the toy, turning it over in his hand. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you, sweet girl.” I trembled beneath him with anticipation.
In all the years I’d known Carter, he’d never allowed our harmless flirting to escalate, never turned the full force of his charm on me, and thank God for that becausethisversion of Carter was utterly panty-melting and completely commanding. He could have anyone he wanted, and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why that seemed to be me at the moment, but I wasn’t about to start asking more questions.
Carter briefly looked at the toy in his fist, not saying whatever it was he was thinking, before he looked back at me with an expression I couldn’t even begin to describe.
When he slowly lowered the toy, finally dragging the pink dildo across my collarbone, his eyes turned glazed and animalistic—he dragged it so slowly, over the swell of one breast and finally over that nipple, making me arch with a sharp intake of breath.
“You like that?” He murmured, and my eyes were squeezed shut as I nodded. “Say it.I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours, Sara.”
“Yes,” I whimpered as he repeated the motion and everything in me grew deliciously tight and loose at the same time.
“What about this?” He dragged the toy over the plane of my stomach and then down my inner thigh, making me tremble as he teased me. “I never thought I was a greedy man, but right now I’m feelingverygreedy.” He started up the other thigh, deliciously slow, as he trailed up to the other nipple, slowly circling it while he asked, “Tell me, sweet girl, where should I go next?”
He knew exactly where I wanted it. “Lower.” I squeaked out.
“Here?” He asked, circling my belly button with a cocky tilt of his head.
“Lower.” I whimpered.
“Oh, here?” He slid the length between my legs.
“Yes.” I gasped at the contact, wishing I could snap my legs shut for more friction, but he kept his feet firmly planted, anchoring me open while he watched what he was doing to me.
I should have felt embarrassed or exposed maybe, he was still fully dressed—but the sight of him slightly undone in his dress shirt, hair mussed, looming over me with that look on his face, it told me everything I needed to know about how he felt.
I whimpered involuntarily as he dragged the toy over me again. “Look at you.” His free hand was planted next to my head and he was awed as he dragged the toy back up my stomach, leaving a slick trail across my body. “So wet. So ready for me already, and we’ve barely even started.”
He circled that one nipple until I was panting and writhing. “Please, I need more.” I nervously begged, and he licked his lips, heeling off his shoes before he hauled me into the center of thesheets, murmuring his approval. I felt precious as he carefully laid me back, but I knew I looked anything but—I was wearing stilettos, sparkly cat ears, adorned in my new jewelry and nothing else.
Who was I right now? I didn’t know, but I liked her. A lot. The thought of doing this with someone else, never in a million, but with Carter, something about it felt so damn right.
He lowered his bodyweight onto me, gazing at me with worshipful adoration and hungry lust, before he captured my mouth with his, and I suddenly relaxed, realizing he wasn’t even remotely in a hurry at all. I don’t know how long we kissed like that, with me writhing underneath him, naked and desperate, but I gasped when the toy finally slid between my legs again.
Carter chuckled darkly before he swallowed up my sounds and went to work.
