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The fact that he’ll have his cum on his tongue too drives me wild.
Carson nudges my thighs open and eats my pussy until I’m crying out his name with the orgasm he gives me. My clit’s so sensitive it almost hurts, and I try to squirm away, but his arms are hooked around my legs and he clamps down on them to keep me immobile.
“Not yet.” He growls before lapping up every drop of my climax.
And his.
When he crawls on top of me, I open my mouth, hoping like hell he understands what I want him to do next.
Carson doesn’t disappoint.
He lets the cum gathered on his tongue drip onto mine. It’s sweet, tart, and salty all at once.
Cum play is on both our lists, but spit play was one of the things on his. This is the first time I’ve tried it and I’m happy to report I’ll be doing it again. It’s hotter than I thought it would be.
Dragging him down to my mouth, we kiss again. It’s softer and not nearly as aggressive as earlier. We taste amazing together.
We fuck amazing together too.
When Carson lifts off me again, he plucks some debris from my hair. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Mmm.” Without another word, he picks up me and carries me back to the house.
“You don’t have to carry me. I can walk.”
“It’s not for you as much as it is for me.”
I shut my mouth. Clearly part of Carson’s thing is taking care of his sub, regardless of how gentle or rough a scene is. I know sometimes Doms need aftercare too.
He glances down at me, his brow furrowed. “I was really rough that time.”
“Says the man with claw marks on his neck.” I feel bad for scratching him that hard. Control got away from me for a moment out there. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me.” He opens the sliding glass door, which must have been unlocked this whole time. “I’m perfectly fine.”
If that’s the case, why is he shaking and looking so severe?
He sets me down on the sofa and starts looking over my body. “Are you sure you’re not hurt?”
“I’m fine. I swear.” Me laughing only makes his body language worse. “Okay, stop, Carson. What gives?”
He runs his hands through his hair and blows out a long breath. “I just…” His jaw clenches when he looks away from me. “Fuck.”
Because I’m feeling uncomfortable, I lean into humor. “Again, so soon? I thought quick recovery time was only reserved for fictional characters.”
Carson’s gaze swerves to mine. His mouth tuns down. “What?”
“I’ll fuck you again right here, right now if you want.” I’m at a loss on how to make him understand that I’m totally okay. But I see that he’s not totally okay, and I have no clue how else to make him better without reassurance.
I’ll fuck the reassurance into him if I can. I’m totally down for it. I happen to have fantastic main character energy.
Carson drops to his knees and grabs my hands. His expression makes my heart droop. “You have red marks on your wrists from how hard I held you down, Mak.”
“So what? We wrestled. I had to twist my arms to get out of your grip.”
“I held you harder than I meant to.”