I never wanted the moment, the taste of her on my tongue to end, because as much as I wanted to be inside of her—I loved learning her body like this, loved taking my time with her.
I paused, feeling quite greedy. Like gollum. We wants it, we needs it, so why shouldn’t we haves it? I pressed my tongue to my cheek while my fingers continued, “Eyes on me.” I rasped the command.
“What? Carter, please.” She gasped, frustrated, teetering just at the edge of release and looking too damn breathtaking and innocent while I held her there, begging—with a beautiful striated cloud in the background, framing her like a priceless painting. Shewaspriceless, andIcertainly loved painting my face with everything between her legs.
“I’m feeling pretty damn greedy right now, and I want to watch while you surrender to me, pretty girl.” This beautiful, strong girl, who had walls of her own, had dropped them for me, and I didn’t want to blink, didn’t want to miss a single minute of it. “Come on, brown-eyed girl, let’s see em.”
“Carter.” She slammed her eyes shut as I dragged a languid stroke of my fingers against her fluttering inner walls.
“Open your eyes, pretty girl, or I’ll stop.” I hummed, dragging again, grinning as she shuddered and then complained a moment later when I paused. “Can’t help myself with you.” I shrugged greedily, her legs rising over my shoulders with the motion.
Desperate for me to keep going, her heavy-lidded eyes met mine, lusty, nervous, and surrendered. When I resumed the slow drag of my fingers inside her, her lips parted in ecstasy, eyes filled with everything I needed as I watched her. Heart to heart, soul to soul.
For long minutes, I alternated between sucking and stroking,just watching her body respond. Paying attention to what exactly made her eyes slam shut and arch her back with desperate need. Just exploring her, never wanting the moment to end.
But when she was breathless and begging, with a sheen glittering across her skin, I let my girl have it. Legs shaking on either side of my ears, she went soft and wild, surrendered, and powerful all at once as she began to unravel.
For me.
Her lips parted in a silent cry, and her eyes squeezed shut as she spasmed around my fingers, letting me know my cock would be a tight, perfect fit.
I pulsed against that inner wall, leaving long, firm strokes that met the flat palm of the hand on her stomach. I sucked her sweet clit into my mouth, tasting, as she gave me everything—as she arched with an exhausted, broken scream.
Beautiful. Undone. Mine.
She was trembling, still whimpering those fucking little sounds when I finally withdrew my fingers. And I just couldn’t help myself as I slid my glistening fingers into my mouth one by one and sucked all of my hard work clean. “Fucking delicious, sweetheart.” I leaned forward and slid a finger into her mouth, pressing down on the pad of her tongue. “Taste that?” I asked. “I can’t get enough of it.”
Her eyes flared as she wrapped her pert lips around my fingers and sucked like the good girl she was, and damn if I didn’t imagine that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock.All in good time.
“You did so good.” I crooned, moving a few strands of hair that were sweat-slicked to her neck—just then a quiet alarm started beeping. “Hold on.” I kept my hand planted against her stomach, keeping her in place.
Sara’s mouth tugged up. “It’s okay. I could use a minute to recover.”
“Don’t move.” I instructed, listening to the radio.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She grinned, lying spread open, swollen, used, and every bit angelic.
As I listened to the radio, I felt like my heart was being shredded into little pieces. “Sweetheart, I’ve got some bad news.” I swallowed hard. “My assignment got moved up, I have to take you home tonight.” The whole special weekend I had planned, went straight out the window. No parachute.
Her face fell. “Now?”
“Yeah,” I murmured, “I’m so sorry.” I had wanted to take her to The FlatHatter, and introduce her to some of my buddies. The only people who could really know we were together. I wanted to show her off a bit. Was dying to, actually.
“Don’t be.” She said as I carefully pulled her off the dash. She sank into the copilot chair. “It’s not your fault, and I’m really glad I got to see you one more time before you left, even if it’s only for a few hours.” She tried to sound cheerful.
“Yeah, me too.” I nodded emptily. “Hey, while I’m thinking about it, grab my bag over there.” I nodded to the corner as I shifted my attention back to flying the plane, turning it around. “Can you grab my wallet in the front pocket?” She quickly handed it to me, and I dug out a thick black credit card. “Here, this is for you.”
“Why are you giving me your credit card?” She puzzled.
“It’s not my credit card.” I smirked. “It’s yours.”
She cocked her head, flipping the card over. “But why?”
I shrugged, grinning at her sitting in her red bra, ripped shirt, otherwise naked in my copilot chair. “Just in case you need it.”
Her lips parted, taking a small breath in that didn’t lead to any word being spoken. I could feel her gaze drilling into me, asking a question that I preferred not to answer—because her father was gambling, because the house had been stripped of precious antiques—telling me, he was no doubt, quickly running out of money.
I shrugged. “Use it for whatever you want, but just keep it, just in case you need it.”
