A low groan ricochets off the walls when his fingers swipe between my pussy lips, putting enough pressure to make my nerve endings sparkle with pleasure.
“So wet,” he grits out, the hard bulge in his boxers pulsing against my thigh. “I need to remind myself how you look when you come for me.”
“Yes, please,” I mewl when he pushes a fingertip inside. Just past the first knuckle, but it’s enough to make me clench around it, flooding his hand with arousal.
He gently finds my G spot, playing it like an instrument. I’ve missed this so much. I’ve missed having his warm body this close, the way his muscles ripple down his abdomen and flex on his arms, making the ink dance along his skin. He takes his time, the tempo excruciatingly slow but oh so perfect.
He coaxes my orgasm to the surface, dipping his head to shower my neck with small, biting kisses. He savors every moment like he has all the time in the world. Like all he wants is to watch me fall apart in his arms in this exact position forever so he can watch my face.
He only holds me with one hand, my ankles crossed over his back, barely any space between us, just enough that he can keep moving his finger inside me. Slowly, he adds another, exactly the way I love. His ring finger joins his index one, and he moves them in the same torturous, delicious tempo, bending both in acome heremotion to tease my G spot.
“Gorgeous,” he rasps, his dark eyes never leaving my face, the word a hungry growl. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
“So close,” I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t. Don’t think, just feel.”
The pleasure stacks up, tightening my stomach muscles. My moans fill the guest house, but I can’t control the volume. I can’t control the way my hips writhe, craving a little more friction. I have no leverage. I’m wrapped around him like poison ivy. He holds me pinned against the wall, so I usehimfor leverage, jutting my hips enough to take his fingers deeper.
“God, you’re fucking breathtaking, Hailey. Where’s my orgasm? Don’t hold back.”
Any and all words I could say melt into incoherence when he takes half a step forward. His chest touches mine, and he hardly has any space left to work his long, calloused fingers into me.
“There, right there,” he coos, squeezing my ass with the hand he’s holding me off the ground with. “Come, Hailey. Show me how good it feels when you’re with me. Show me how pretty you are when can’t control yourself.”
Everything inside me boils to unbearable levels. I can’t contain the pleasure frying my nerve endings and don’t try. I want everything Carter can give me. I want him closer, his fingers deeper. I want him inside me right fucking now, but neither of us are going anywhere until I come.
The orgasm hits, winding me tighter and tighter until my vision blurs and the moans I’ve never been able to hold at bay spill from my lips without filter.
“That’s it, that’s it... good girl, ride it out.”
The back of my head hits the wall. My lips part, eyes close, and I quiver in his arms, the orgasm stripping all my firewalls. It renders me speechless, stealing my breath for a few delirious seconds while black spots dance across my eyelids.
It’s been too long.
Not one of the orgasms I gave myself while I knew he was watching me in the control room downstairs had half the potency of this one.
Carter knows how to play my body. He knows what I need and how to elevate the high. He slowly drags his fingers from between my legs to pop them both into his mouth, licking them clean as he holds my gaze.
It’s so fucking hot seeing how much he loves my taste. Seeing the longing in his eyes and knowing he missed me so much he can’t wait to dive between my legs for a feast.
I’m mellow. So boneless my arms can barely hold onto him. It doesn’t matter. I could go completely slack and he’d keep mein position, never letting me drop. It’s one of the things I adore about Carter. His strength, height, build. He’s a predator.
Now I know his chosen line of work, I realize he truly is lethal. A weapon sculpted from hard muscles, no inhibitions, and a ruthless streak he only ever tames for me.
“I guess Ryder won ten bucks,” I mutter when we finally enter the bedroom.
“He’ll never know.”
He drops me on the bed, my back hitting the mattress with a delicate bounce. His muscles shuffle as he takes a knee, hooking my thighs in his elbows. In one hard tug, he yanks me to the edge, letting his warm breath fan the most sensitive parts of my skin. His soft lips pepper my inner thighs, a low growl filling the room when his nose brushes the strip of hair at the apex.
“I always loved your blonde hair here,” he admits, inhaling a deep breath. “You smell divine, Hailey. Delicious.” He tears a gasp from my mouth, finding my entrance with the flat of his tongue. Slowly, he drags it up, licking a path to my clit. “You taste even better than I remembered,” he tuts, pulling me even closer so my ass half hangs off the bed.
I have nowhere to rest my legs other than over his shoulders. I do just that, my thighs framing his face when he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing.
His hands move up, pushing my night dress higher to reveal my boobs. As soon as his big hands find the hard peaks of my nipples, Carter’s measured control snaps.
The hungry, greedy beast I know so well finds a way out.
