Carter snorted, some of the tension I could feel in his body easing off, pausing for a moment and then pressing his cock up against me.
I hugged the pillow I’d grabbed tighter as he pushed inside, biting my lip to stifle a gasp, fingers clenching hard. This,thiswas the best part, that first slow slide toward fullness, like sinking into a hot bath after a long day.
Carter’s hand swept up my back to my shoulder, thumb resting on the back of my neck, a tiny sound of effort between harsh, ragged breaths as he rocked his hips, easing himself in an inch at a time until we were pressed up against each other, as close as we could be in this position.
And then he stilled, panting softly as my toes curled, wriggling under him to get the tiniest bit more comfortable.
“Okay?” Carter asked, voice half an octave lower than usual.
I laughed, burying my face in the pillow under me and barely resisting the urge to tighten around him, stomach muscles tensing involuntarily against the perfect fullness of his cock inside me.
“I’m so happy,” I murmured into the pillow. What was the point in pretending I wasn’t having the time of my life right now?
“That good, huh?” Carter asked, his voice catching, lust-rough and gorgeous. I wanted to hear him like this all the time.
“We’ll see.” I wriggled again, a silent hint that he couldfuck meif he wanted, if he was ever planning on doing that.
With Carter, it was hard to tell. In some ways he was so put-together, but in others…
I gasped before I could finish the thought, the first slow roll of Carter’s hips making a sparkle of sunshine bounce down my spine.
“Just like that,” I encouraged, crooking one knee to give him a little more space, insides clenching as he slipped that much further into me.
My eyes fell closed as he tookjust like thatto heart, building a slow rhythm, testing and exploring just like he had with his hands. Fast learner.
Good, because I had awholelot to teach him.
I hummed as he kissed my neck, laughing into the pillow at the sudden show of affection, breath hitching as his angle changed and he nudged a sensitive spot. Carter made a soft, interested noise and tried it again, my whole body tensing around him, a tiny, excited giggle escaping him.
“Doing great,” I managed, too busy enjoying myself to remember I was supposed to be encouraging him.
Carter laughed, genuine, happy laughter that vibrated against my skin, his hands kneading and exploring, fingers tracing the outlines of tattoos, then digging deep into my flesh as he sped up, breath catching in his throat,wantwritten in every stroke.
He wanted me, and it feltsogood.
We both fell quiet, rolling around in the joy of each other’s bodies, shared gasps and sighs and the shifting bedframe beneath us the only sound in the room, the whole world narrowed down to the places where our skin was touching. Every little sound of pleasure that spilled from Carter’s lips rippled its way to the pit of my stomach, tension building there, thighs tight with need.
“Harder,” I gasped into my pillow, and Carter didn’t waste a second giving me what I wanted, shifting up to mount me higher, the new angle making me squirm all over again.
Carter’s fingers hovered near my hip, sweeping strokes teasing the sensitive skin of my belly, back and forth, back and forth, inching closer to my needy, leaking cock, but nottouching. Teasing.
Who taught him to tease? What happened to my nervous virgin who didn’t know what he was doing?
I opened my mouth to demand more, tell him to touch me, but he was a step ahead, wrapping surprisingly confident fingers around my cock, slick with precome, and stroking me in time with his thrusts, leaving me to melt into the mattress and take it.
Carter sped up again, and I didn’t need a whole lot more now. Neither did he, judging by the tension in his strokes, the way his hips jerked, knocking the air out of my lungs and barely giving me a chance to recover between them now, leaving me a panting, gasping mess as he fucked harder, and harder, racing toward the finish.
I moaned into my pillow, pressing my face hard into it and arching my back, trapping his hand under me, meeting his thrusts and jerking into his fingers, so close I could taste my orgasm in the back of my throat.
Carter’s teeth dug into the meat of my shoulder, and that was it. I groaned as it hit all at once, belly tensing as my hips rocked.
Above me, Carter tensed and jerked his hips, too, catching up to me with a low, surprised moan right into my ear that sent another bright spark of pleasure bouncing through me, adding to the intensity.
A series of needy whimpers spilled from my lips as I finished, wave after wave of it until I felt hollowed out, completely spent.
Carter rocked into me a few more times, hips slowing as he sighed a deep, satisfied sigh, and then paused.
“Can I, umm…” he began, his voice wrecked, sending an aftershock rolling through me. “Can I just pull out, or…?”
