Page 49 of Pretend it’s Forever

After we finished eating, and I slathered on more sunscreen, I finally relaxed. A sense of peace washed over me, and while I knew I had a thousand things to do when I got home, and work piling up, it didn’t matter in this moment.

When he began to rub my feet, I pulled them away.

“I have dancer’s feet, they’re so ugly.”

He scowled at me and pulled my legs onto his lap.

“I box, and I fight MMA occasionally. My nose is broken, and I have calluses on my feet and hands. Your feet look like they do because of your strength and your discipline. Don’t be embarrassed.”

Blushing, I let him rub my feet and god, I couldn’t help but moan into him as he pressed his thumb into my arches. He smirked at me, and I knew exactly what he was going for.

And then his hands slid up my legs, massaging my calves, my thighs. When he gentled his touch over my scars, my back straightened.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I remember you.”

I frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

“I saw you dance. More than once. You were so fucking beautiful. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.”

I had no words for that. He had seen me dance? Before the accident? Who was Carson Woods and why was he holding me?

“I saw you then, and I knew you. I still see the strength within you. Even if you don’t dance anymore, I still see you, Sophia.”

And then his hands were moving again, this time parting my thighs. I leaned back on the soft cushion, as he positioned himself between my thighs, and kissed and sucked his way to the apex.

“So warm, so wet already.”

“Carson. You don’t have to.”

He kissed over my bathing suit bottoms, then tucked them to the side. “I told you I love eating pussy. I love eating your pussy. So don’t tell me not to. Unless you truly don’t want me to have my tongue on your cunt.”

“You with this dirty talk.” I slid my hand down my stomach to his hair, tangling my fingers. “I think I like it.”

“Good.”

And then his mouth was on me, and I gasped out his name. He spread me with his tongue and moved so his fingers did the same. When he blew cool air over my heat, I arched for him, my toes curling. And then he sucked my clit into his mouth, sending me over the edge. Just like that, I was coming over his face, my wetness sliding down his chin, and he continued to eat his fill. And when he hummed against me, my thighs clamped around his head, the orgasm still shaking me.

He leaned back onto his knees and wiped his chin. I should be embarrassed, but he was so damn sexy in that moment, I couldn’t breathe.

“Sweet and tart. My favorite dessert.”

I knew he’d never want me to feel embarrassed, so in answer, I scrambled to my knees and pushed him so he was on his back. He let out a rough laugh, and I undid his pants before he could say anything. When I pulled him out of his boxer briefs, his eyes darkened once more.

“Sophia. You’re playing with fire.”

“I think I’m playing with your cock.”

Even the words sounded foreign on my tongue, but as he smiled greedily, I pumped him once, twice, and then licked the slit at the tip of his dick. His eyes crossed, and I knew I had done the right thing. When I lapped at the barbell right at the slit, his whole body shuddered.

“Sophia. Damn.”

“Can I swallow you like normal with this?” I asked, honestly curious.

He moved forward slightly, his hand outstretched to tug on my hair. The slight sting sent shivers through my body, and he smirked as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Just be careful of your teeth, and the back of your throat. I promise not to hold you down and fuck your face like I want to. I don’t want to hurt you, Sophia.”