She bucks against my hand and I lean deeper into her, keeping the pressure of her ass on my cock, gently dragging my fingers between her slick, feeling her hot and soaking against my hand. Andwhen she moans into the empty room, I plunge my fingers inside her. She immediately clenches around me, and I almost fall to my knees again.
I’m so gone it’s not even funny.
“Still thinking of leaving?” I murmur.
“You always have to come out on top, don’t you?”
“I definitely want to be on top of you, yeah.”
She spins around to face me. “What if I want to be?”
She yanks at my belt and drops my pants to my ankles. She pushes me back so hard I fall onto the bed.
Hands on her hips, brow raised, she tries to look in control. It would work—if her cheeks weren’t scarlet and her pupils weren’t blown with heat.
“If you weren’t so hot, I’d be terrified.”
Her gaze trails down to my hard-on. Up again. She’s staring me straight in the eye.
The atmosphere between us is so charged right now, but I force myself to wait it out—I want to see her give in. I need it.Come on, Carrie. I can’t take this anymore.
She inches up her dress, flashing her fucking thighs as she walks to me, and my breath catches in my throat when she straddles me without hesitation. The only thing separating us are my straining boxers. I want them and that damn dress gone so I can feel her completely, touch all of her.
Settling deeper into my lap, I can feel how wet and warm she is. She gathers up her hair. An invitation.Fuck.My fingers work her zipper, easing it down the length of her spine the way I’ve been picturing all afternoon. I stare at her half-parted lips, desperate to taste them, tracing my fingers along her hips, grazing the top of her ass.
She wasn’t lying—she isn’t wearing a bra. If she moves her arms now, the dress will fall down, and there would finally be nothing between us. I want her to strip for me.
What she does next is just as good, though. She tilts her headto the side and releases her mane, grabbing my shoulders with both hands and grinding into me. I feel myself harden against her. She rests her chin on my collarbone and carries on writhing against my dick, and I bite back a growl.
But she’s still dressed, still not kissing me—and I grip her hips tighter, pinning her ass down, forcing her to stop. I bring my mouth to her ear.
“Stop playing with me, Carrie.”
She holds her breath, leaning back a little for a better view of me. I’m wondering what she’s about to do next when she swoops down and her lips land on mine—it takes me a split second to process as waves of adrenaline course through my body. By the time I’ve grasped what just happened, she’s pulling away.
Her chest is heaving and I realize I’m panting hard, too.
Uh-uh, I don’t think so. There’s no way we’re leaving it there.
I clasp the nape of her neck and pull her in for more, kissing her roughly, rolling my tongue around her mouth. Our lips are colliding as we lap hungrily at each other, me holding her close as I grab her ass with my free hand.
I’m not gentle, but she’s not complaining. Her moans against my mouth are feeding my growls. I tug at her dress but she’s resisting me, her arms firmly wrapped around my neck. I’m about to explode, and she knows it. She grinds harder against my cock, faster, moving back and forth, pressing herself against me like she wants me to burst. It’s pure torture, and I bite down on her lip, squeezing her tight in my arms, desperate to go deeper, harder…
How did I ever stand waiting it out?From now on, there’ll be no holding back.
We’re both right on the edge, the pleasure so sharp my nerves are fried. My muscles burn harder than during a whole damn championship.
Carrie pulls back and unbuttons my shirt, tugging it off me, resting her palms on my chest. She glides her hands over my pecs and abs,feeling her way across me as I drink in her face, her glistening lips, the flush in her cheeks and that insane tumble of curls.I can’t believe I nearly missed out on this…
She slides her hands up to my cheeks and kisses me slow and deep, before pulling back again. Hesitation flutters over her face.Is she second-guessing?
“You’re n—”
She whips off her dress. I suddenly forget what I was going to say and everything I thought I knew about her. Her breasts fill my hands.How is everything about her so fucking beautiful?I trace a nipple with my fingertips, and she shivers. I pull her down and into me, nibbling on her lip. I’m basically growling.
I flip us so fast she yelps into my mouth.
No more interruptions. Not one.
