“Oh my God,” I whimper when he curls his grip right where I need it the most.
He makes me come so fast, I’d be embarrassed if it weren’t so good. As soon as it’s over, he lifts me and places me on the bed, where he once again just stares at me, as though I were made entirely of pearls and diamonds and whatever other precious stones Sage can’t afford to work with yet but spends a lot of time looking at in the lapidary store downtown.
“I love watching you come,” he tells me.
“I want you to come now, inside me, please.” I tug at his shirt. “Let me see you.”
He pulls it over his head and I’m treated to the beautiful expanse of his lean torso. Sitting on his knees, he works his belt and kicks off everything else awkwardly, and I almost giggle until I see his cock, how hard he is, how much I need him inside me.
“You know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he asks, grabbing a condom from his side table.
I shake my head.
“Twelve years old. I first learned what sex was from Tito. He had this oldPlayboyhe’d found and proceeded to educate me and Marcus.”
I laughed. “I’m sure cousin Tito gave a sound sex education.”
He smiles at me and it’s so big and warm, it takes my breath away. “It was short and to the point. And no mention of how to please a woman, naturally.” He lowers his body onto me until we are aligned, my breasts against his chest, his erection against my thigh. “But that night, I jerked off for the first time in the shower and I thought about you.”
“You were twelve and I was fourteen.”
“Exactly. You were the hot older girl.” He leans down to kiss my neck. “Every time I learned something new about sex, from my older cousins or porn or whatever, I’d always imagine it with you.”
I feel a frisson of sadness in my chest and swallow as unexpected tears sting my eyes. “What is it, baby?” he whispers. “You want me to stop?”
I shake my head. “No. I just wish my first time had been with you. I wish my head wasn’t so far up my ass when it came to my feelings for you.”
He kisses me, so slow and syrupy that it makes one of those tears in my eyes fall. “We have now, though, Teal.”
He’s right. We have now. So I reach down and wiggle until the tip of him is right there, and he whispersYou’re sure?and I whisper back,Yes, and then he slides all the way in.
His groan, oh my gosh, it does things to my belly and vag and everywhere else. “You feel so good,” he grunts in my ear.
“Muévete,” I say, urging his hips on with my hands. He grins and obeys, thrusting his hips soft at first, then getting harder and more urgent.
“How do you like it? How do you want it?” he asks.
I pinch his ass and smile when he yelps. “However you want, Carter.”
“But—” He moans when I lift my hips to meet his. “Isn’t there a position that gets you off more than the others…”
“I don’t get off during intercourse.”
“Never?”
I shake my head. “Lots of women don’t.” I try not to sound defensive.
“I know, babe. I want to feel you come on my cock, but that’s okay. I’ll get you off again however you need it.”
What he means by that is, he lifts my legs over his shoulders, until there’s friction inside me that actually is pleasurable. And he tries so hard to last as long as he can, but he comes before I do, if I was going to, which I’m not entirely sure I was.
But I sure as hell come when he pulls out of me, slides his body down, and licks me slow and hard until I’m shaking and screaming his name.
30
I didn’t want to leaveCarter. I wanted to stay in bed with him and see how many times we could make each other orgasm, and then lazily eat takeout lounging on the covers, talking and snuggling until we were making out and dry-humping and then for-real humping all over again.
Alas. I had made plans with my sisters. Important ones I can barely remember when Carter kisses me at the door as Sky honks in the driveway. “I’ll be right here when you get back,” he says with a big smile. “I want to see what other lingerie your sisters got you.”
