Brushing my thumb over her clit, I try to commit the sound of my name falling from her lips to memory. It’s something I never want to lose.
“Carter.”
Her fingers visibly twitch, and I take a deep breath before granting her permission.
“Reach your hand up slowly and touch my chest.”
She doesn’t. Instead, she makes a fist and controls herself.
“Only if yo-”
I interrupt her quickly.
“I want you to. Touch my chest. Feel my heart beating for you.”
Heather places her palm on my skin, and my pulse races like I knew it would. What I didn’t expect is the lack of fear. In the place of terror is comfort. Something I never thought I’d know. I move my hand over hers as tears fall down her face.
“Carter. Thank you.”
Moving over her, I place a hand on either side of her head.
“Leave your hand where it is.”
Swiping my tongue over her lips, she whimpers softly, the need in her voice another thing I’d like to commit to memory. Pressing my hand to her cheek, I tease her lips with my tongue until she parts them, and I push my tongue into her mouth. Her mouth tastes sweet as I deepen our kiss, trying to get more of her.
“Oh, my God,” she moans when I grind my cock against her clit.
“I’m going to make you come like this. If you want me to fuck you, you’ll earn it with an orgasm.”
She’s already drenched. My cock slides effortlessly as she writhes underneath me.
Her fingers gently stroke my chest, and I close my eyes, embracing her touch. It doesn’t feel like fire. Instead, it’s more like the softest cashmere I’ve ever worn.
“Is this okay, Carter?”
I hum in response.
“Mmm, so fucking good.”
My eyes pop open as her fingers travel from my chest to the side of my neck.
“I love you.” She whispers, and it all becomes too much. The need to be inside her overwhelms me, and I can’t wait a second longer.
Lifting myself up slightly, I push inside her with one long, hard thrust.
“Carter!” she cries out in a half moan-half gasp as I bottom out. Rocking back and forth, I slide in and out of her pussy to the soundtrack of our heavy breaths mingling with her sweet moans.
Heather removes her hand from my neck, and the sensation is unsettling. I don’t like it. I miss the warmth of her skin.
“I’m going to come, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
I don’t care about being hurt. When we come, I need her hands on me.
“Touch me, Little Heathen. I want to feel your hands on me while I fill your cunt.”
Sliding her hand into my hair, she moans loudly.
“Carter.”
