“Easy, kitten,” I growl.
She does it again, pressing my head between her breasts, and I bite her gently.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll never be able to look you in the eye again.” It might come off as a joke, but she doesn’t get how close I am to embarrassing myself.
“I don’t care.” Her voice is huskier.
“Eliza, it’s been more than six months—”
“There’s more than one way to make me come,” she says, making her point with another sway of her hips. “I need to feel you inside of me.”
Is she trying to kill me?
The house is quiet and I can hear her every breath.
My hand slides up her spine into her hair and I buck my hips.
She moans against my mouth, her tongue sliding past my lips and the most delicious taste of chocolate floods me. I’ll never be able to look at chocolate again without getting hard.
With a surprised shriek, Eliza finds herself flat on her back while I stare at her. Mapping out her body, burning every part of her into my brain. Every soft exhale, every shiver, and the silky texture of her skin. Her muscles bunch under my touch when I drag my nose past her navel, peppering her with kisses.
“Fuck, Carter.”
The way she moans my name, breathless. It’s a firestorm burning the fragile threads of my restraint.
The light wind outside fills the room with the perfume of wildflowers through the cracked window, butI’m lost in the smell of her skin and the unmistakable tang of arousal bringing me closer to losing my mind.
Splayed out for me, hair disheveled around her and panting, completely letting go, she’s a goddess.
“You look like a fucking dream,” I murmur into the taut skin over her hipbone, and she twitches when I slowly bite the spot.
“Please,” she murmurs, like she wants more but doesn’t know how to ask.
I lean back and she looks panicked.
“I’ll take care of you, kitten.” I prop my hands on her knees and slowly slide my fingers down, on the inside of her tights until they tease the edge of her soaked panties.
“I know you will,” she says softly, scorching my skin with the heat in her eyes. Four simple words that change my brain chemistry.
I capture her lips again and revel in the feel of her breasts on my skin. I travel down, trailing kisses over her chest, teasing her nipples and lower, on her stomach, her nails dragging across my back. When I reach the panty line and hook my fingers around the fabric, her nails dig into my shoulders, a shiver running through her body.
“You don’t have to.” It comes out strained.
“I’ve been thinking about how you taste for a while now.” I pull the cotton down and take her in, my mouth watering. “Please don’t let me die of disappointment.”
“Don’t be drama—” A throaty moan cuts off her argument when I flatten my tongue against her.
The needy noise hidden in the back of her throat sets me on fire. An acute sense of purpose drives me. I want her to release it. Loudly. Until I can’t hear anything else but her cries and moans.
I brush my thumb over her soft flesh. “I might get addicted to your taste.”
Eliza’s eyes are glassy, an angry red trail swallowing her neck and cheeks. “Don’t make fun of me,” she says meekly, and I choose my words carefully.
“Oh, sweetheart. Have I ever given you the impression I like to joke around?” I put my lips around her clit and gently suck on it until I have to hold her still against the mattress. “I never do anything I don’t want. And right now, I want you to come all over my mouth.” I gather her moisture on my finger and tease her entrance. “Do you understand?”
“OK,” she manages to breathe out when I push my finger inside her, her head falling back. She’s hot and wet.
“Look at me, Eliza.” I add another finger and when our eyes meet, I continue to lick and taste her until her body vibrates with tension. It takes a few strokes of my curled fingers for her back to arch off the mattress, going completely still before her high-pitched moan fills my chest with satisfaction, and my cock strains against the zipper of my pants.
