“Ohh, Carter.” I moaned into his mouth. “That feels good.”
“Yeah?” he crooned, kissing down my jaw and throat as he teased me over and over. “You look so pretty when you need me—I bet you’ll look even prettier when I make you start begging.” He added cockily, but I didn’t have it in me to argue with him. He was right, I did need him, desperately. “Do you know why you’re on your back?” he asked between kisses.
“Why?” I cried as he flicked the toy over my clit again, his biceps flexing under my white-knuckle grip on him.
“Because I want to see how beautiful you look when I wreck you for the very first time.”
A long moan was my only response as he set a delicious pace.
In another one of his fuck-boy moves, Carter knelt on either side of my legs, pinning them snugly together, while he fucked me mercilessly with that toy.
I felt that coil of warmth starting to build, and I began to move, meeting his hand thrust for thrust. “There’s a vibrating setting.” I gasped, not sure why I felt like I needed to share that random fact. Why was I trying to make awkward conversation?
“Don’t need it.” He chuckled arrogantly, making me cry outin the next instant—like my pleasure was my punishment for even suggesting it.
He teased me until I didn’t know if I could take it any longer, because I’d never spent this long having sex in general, let alone sexjust for me.
I was just about to start freaking out that I couldn’t do it, that I was taking too long to get there, worried that I was going to frustrate him, lose his attention—when something unfamiliar started to unravel within me.
“C-Carter.” I whimpered, realizing it was going to happen.
“Yeah, there it is.” he purred, his mouth at my ear as I started to lose a sense of time and space.
“I think I’m going to—I think it’s—” I gasped, unable to string a full sentence together.
“I know.” He dragged the toy over my clit for emphasis. “I know.” He was giving me everything I needed and more. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured. “I want you to come for me, sweetheart. Let go and come for me.”
The magic-O was definitely going to make an appearance. Holy. Shit. Yes.
This had never happened before. Truth be told, nobody had ever spent this much time trying to get me there, and it showed.
“Look at you squirm, baby.” He crooned as I rasped in each breath, and light started to speckle my vision. “You’re mine right now. Allmine.”
God, I was almost there.So fucking close.I clutched the sheets, thighs fighting against his while he kept me pinned, unable to escape the building tension in my core. I was thrusting up onto his hand with abandon, and I didn’t care if it made me look like a desperate, needy slut. Maybe I was. Maybe for Carter I was. I was chasing the high, and all the while I wished it were his hands, or better yet his cock, instead of the toy, but still, he was right there with me every step of the way.
“Oh, God.” I panted, ripping at his hair, pulling it,blubbering about I don’t even know what, as I teetered on the edge of coming completely undone.
Carter was patient, relentless, and diligent, and I was so freaking close, but I just couldn’t quite—I didn’t want to let him down, I wanted to be enough for him, but maybe I reallywasbroken, maybe this wouldn’t work. I wondered if the other women he’d been with had taken this long or if I was the outlier.
“Sweetheart, stay in your body. I want you to focus on how thisfeels.It’s going to happen, you’ll see.” He captured my mouth with his, and kept the pace—didn’t deviate until everything started to coil tighter and tighter, as if it were inevitable.
“Carter.” I gasped, throwing my head back into the sheets as my back arched with pleasure.
“My name sounds so good in your mouth when you’re so wet and needy for me.Look at you,” Carter groaned. “My fingers aren’t even inside you yet, and they’re a fucking mess.”
Oh, I was so screwed.
“I love the way you look, taking your pleasure, Sara. You’re so fucking pretty, you know that? I’ve honestly never seen you look more beautiful than you do right now.” He murmured, adding, “You look free.”
And then it was happening all at once.
“That’s it, let it all go.” He crooned. “Give me everything you’ve got, pretty girl. I want it all.All of you.” I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, didn’t even exist at all as my climax finally tore through me, like an explosion of fucking fairy dust, leaving a limp wreckage in its shimmering wake.
I rode each shuddering wave, realizing I was crying Carter’s name as I came back down from my high. I also realized I had a death grip on his hair, and I roughly released him, all while he grinned down at me triumphantly.
That was all I saw before I collapsed back and closed my eyes, still practically convulsing, aching with pleasure.
The months of tension that had been building between us were relieved in one mind-blowing orgasm, confirming thatno, I really hadn’t experienced arealorgasm before, just little mini, almost ones, if that was even a thing.
