“When was the last time you came?” he asks, looking up at me, and the directness of it sends a flush from my collarbone to my ears.
“Months.” I roll my hips against him. “I’m not a priority.”
“You are now.” His mouth drags along my collarbone.
“Know that I like to have control, but I like losing it too.”
“Music to my fucking ears.” He pulls back.
I cup his face and tilt it up so he’s looking at me when I kiss him. My tongue traces his bottom lip before we’re back to making out again. Carter grinds into me, pressing exactly where I need.
The friction has me gasping.
“Have you thought about me?” he asks between kisses.
My body moves with the rhythm his hands set.
“Yes. I’ve imagined this very thing.” My pace picks up. “I had a sex dream about you.”
“Fuck. When?” He’s growing as breathless as me.
The pleasure builds so damn fast.
“Last night,” I confess. “I’ve been wound up all day because of it. I woke up wet, horny, and mad that it wasn’t real.”
The kisses grow messy, and it’s everything I need.
“Guess I’m proof dreams come true.”
“Smart-ass.”
He grips my ass, and the rhythm has my muscles clenching in anticipation as every thick inch of him strains through the material of his sweatpants. He’s thick and hard and pressed exactly where I need.
“You made me beg,” I manage, and my voice is barely there. The sensation nearly overtakes me. “And I did.”
“Fuck, Wendy. Don’t stop.”
Our noses brush, and our mouths hover close. I watch the pleasure in his eyes while I grind on him.
I’m so close. Every muscle in my body tightens as heat rolls through me. I tremble, knowing what’s coming. Stopping isn’t an option, not with how he’s working me. The last wave rolls through me, and as if he snapped his fingers, the orgasm nearly rips me to shreds.
I gasp for air, feeling like I’m floating out of my body. When I sit upright, his pupils are blown wide. I let him stare, enjoying how he looks at me like I’m everything. My nipples are hard.
What the hell just happened?
I run my fingers down his stomach and reach into his sweatpants, grabbing him. I gulp, pulling him free. Carter stares at me, wearing a smile.
“You’re going to break me,” I whisper.
“Scared?” he asks.
“A little.” Laughter falls from my swollen lips. “I’ve never been with a man whose cock has identified as an anaconda.”
He chuckles.
“I want you, Carter.” I press my lips to his stomach, and his muscles flex. “Ireallywant you.”
I wrap my hand around the base of him and stroke. I take my time memorizing his reactions as I touch him. He sucks in shallow breaths. I move off of him so I have better access.
