Page 59 of Carte

A sweet pain gathered between my thighs, my breast felt heavy and I needed his hands on me, his mouth. His cock inside me, filling me.

His finger traced the edge of my panties from one hip to the other, sending shivers right to my core, and then he suddenly grasped them at the sides and tore them down my legs.

He put his palm flat on my middle, his eyes drowned with need. He looked up, and murmured, “Lie back, Dynamo. I want to take my fill.”

He gently pushed, and I fell back on the bed.

Carter unhooked my panties from my legs, lifting each one to the bed in the process. His palms glided over my shins to my knees, and he put gentle pressure there pushing my knees apart, “Spread those pretty legs, baby. I wanna see all of you.”

His voice turned rough, scraping at my skin in the most delicious of ways.

I squirmed on the bed, but did as he asked me, and opened myself up to Carter completely.

“So fucking pretty.”

He ran his knuckle down my center, and I trembled.

“Carter,” I gasped.

Even with that gentle touch he was making my head spin.

He leaned down to my center, going to his knees in front of the bed, and his tongue lashed out making me jump. With each swirl of his tongue he was pushing higher. Two of his fingers circled my entrance, and then pushed achingly slowly inside.

I grasped at the air, unable to get to him, to put my hands on his because he was out of reach kneeling on the floor in front of me.

“Carter,” I called, desperation clear in my tone.

He ignored my plea, and instead stopped and pulled away, “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured you just like you are now while I stood under the cold spray of my shower?”

I felt my eyes going wide. He glanced up at me, a cocky smile playing on his mouth, “I can’t even tell how many times I fisted my cock, thinking of you, and came with your name being the only thing I knew. Have you done that, Dynamo? Have you touched your pretty pussy while thinking of me?”

I nodded my head without a trace of shame. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t lie. Not to him. Not about this.

He smiled wickedly, and grasped my hand. Gliding both of our palms down my side, he pulled it to my center, “Feel how wet you are for me, Dynamo. Feel the slick heat of you that’s waiting for me. Watch me watching you and drinking in all that beauty, and show me how you did it.”

As if I was his puppet and he was my master, I rubbed my fingers over my clit.

As I looked at his face, at the carnal need painted on it, instinctively my legs started to tremble, and I tried to pull them together.

“No,” Carter said forcefully. “Don’t hide anything from me. I want to see it all.”

Carter stood up, and took a step back like he was admiring a rare painting. His eyes zeroed between my legs.

He licked his bottom lip and I bit mine in response in the hopes of trapping the moan in my mouth.

He reached back and over his head pulling his T-shirt up. He tore it off his body, and threw it to the side. He had a tattoo over the left side of his sculpted chest, but I was too far gone to even try to focus and see what it was, “Faster, Dynamo. Dip your fingers in, and spread that wetness around. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours glistening for me.”

I did as told, and watched as he put his palm on his muscled abs. My eyes tracked it as his hand glided down his six pack, down to the area where his V took shape, and until it disappeared under his sleep shorts. The muscles in his forearm constricted, and he squeezed his eyes closed briefly.

“Carter,” I moaned, desperate for more.

“Just like that, Dynamo. Stroke your pussy just like that.”

I gulped, “I need to see you.”

His gaze jumped to mine, and in the next moment his other hand pushed his shorts down revealing his cock and his hand wrapped tightly around it as it glided up and down its shaft.

“Goddamnit, you’re a vision,” he growled, his hand jacking him forcefully. “I need to have you. All of you.” He huffed. “Please tell me I can have you.”