“I like where this is headed,” Allie purred as Carson bent down to pick up her dress and draped it over his dresser.
“Will that suffice?”
“Yes, thank you.”It was sweet of him to think about her concerns for wrinkled clothes.She knew it should be the last thing on her mind right now, and it was, but she still had to go home, and she didn’t want to have to iron it to get the wrinkles out.
“Anything to make you happy,” he murmured, coming back over to her.Allie opened her arms and cradled him.
“You make me happy,” she stated honestly.
“You make me happy too.”He swooped down and kissed her soundly.Allie eagerly opened for him as they fell onto the bed.
Sliding a hand under her back, Carson helped support Allie as he maneuvered them further onto the bed and rested Allie’s head on the pillow.
His right hand glided down her side to her thigh and pulled it up, high on his hip.Allie raised her other knee to cradle him between her legs as their tongues danced and dueled.Her hands gripped his hair, holding him close.This was as close to skin-to-skin contact as he would allow her.
Even when they made love, he only took his pants off or just lowered them enough to slide inside of her, like when they’d made love in the kitchen.He didn’t let her rub her feet on his bare skin.He didn’t even like her touching his neck.She always had to be conscious of where she was touching him.
He let her touch his arms and chest, but only through the shirt.She kept hoping one day he would tell her what had happened.Let her see the extent of his scars, but she was starting to think that was never going to happen, and she was too chicken to push the issue.It wasn’t a deal breaker, but she knew as long as he kept barriers between them, they would never truly be close.“Where are you?”Carson asked, his voice penetrating her thoughts.
“I’m right here.”
“You feel a million miles away.”
“Never,” she assured him with a smile, then started peppering kisses along his jaw to distract him and pull herself back into the moment.Now wasn’t the time to think about all thewould-nots in their relationship.
Allie lowered her left leg and intertwined it with Carson’s and then braced her hands on his elbows.She distracted him with kisses until she heaved her weight, tossed him on his back, and straddled his waist.
Allie sat back with a shit-eating grin on her face.Carson looked up at her in amazement.“Impressive.”He thrust his hips up, rubbing his erection against her core.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”Allie scooted back on his legs until she straddled his calves, her face over his crotch.Carson watched her intently as she slowly opened his pants and pulled his cock free.
She stroked her hand up and down gingerly.Teasing him even as shelearned him.He didn’t let her explore him very much.Which was a shame.He knew her entire body.It was time she learned more of him.
Carson started to reach down for her.“Ah, hands up there.”She didn’t want him to end this prematurely.Carson retracted his hands and tucked them under his head.
“Now stay like that until I tell you.”A heat came into Carson’s eyes at her challenge.Normally, he was the one to take control of their lovemaking, and for once she wanted control.
Allie lowered her head down until she hovered over the crown of his cock.Her hot breath fanned over the tip.She felt him flex in her grip.Allie watched Carson’s face as her tongue peeked out and swiped over the crown before retreating.
She felt him shudder under her.She did it again beforetaking the head into her mouth thenlowering until he hit the back of her throat.Allie felt her airway constrict and her eyes begin to water before she pulled back with a gasp.
“Fuck,” Carson howled.His hand started to reach for her again, but she gave him a look that had himretreating back to his original position.
Allie lowered her mouth back over him, her jaw stretching to the point of pain as she bobbed up and down his length.He tasted salty and musky.She loved it.
She wasn’t a novice when it came to blow jobs, but she would hardly call herself experienced.The few she’dgiven, she hadn’t enjoyed as much as she was now.Carson laid back, allowing her to set her own rhythm.He didn’t tell her what to do or force his hips up to make her take him deeper.He just laid there, giving her complete control.
Allie wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, which she couldn’t reach with her mouth, and altered stroking and licking.
“Allie, you keep that up and I’m going to come,” Carson groaned; Allie heard the harshness in his voice, like he was barely holding back.
“That’s the idea,” she said, feeling a thrill of feminine power that she could reduce this giant man to this.
“I want to come inside of you, not your mouth.I want to feel you pulse around my cock.”Allie wanted all of that too.She released him and scrambled back over his waist, rubbing her sex over his cock.
“Condom,” Carson grunted out as if words were hard for him to form right now.“Nightstand.”
Allie remembered where they were from the first time.She leaned over to the side to pull out a condom.She tore the foil wrapper with her teeth and then placed the condom over his length.Allielifted up and then slowly lowered herself over him.The gravity helped her sink down even deeper.She barely had a chance to adjust when his hands gripped her thighs, lifting her and then bringing her back down as Carson arched into her.Allie braced her hands on his chest as she let him set the rhythm.
