Page 78 of Trusting You
Her hips move in tandem with my fingers before she realizes it, her eyes closed, chin tipped to the ceiling. When she bites her lower lip, an approving growl escapes me, and I bow down, taking that lip for my own.
Her groan vibrates through my mouth, spearing right for my dick and I grind in tune with my fingers, our sex-fueled dance silent against the floorboards, but setting us alight inside.
“Locke…” she says, brows furrowing, teeth digging into her lower lip. “I think I’m…oh, God, I think I’m going to…”
“Come for me,” I say, and don’t recognize my voice. It’s a low bass, so vibrating that I need to put it to good use.
She opens her eyes when I stop moving, and they’re full of questions. I flick her a grin before going down.
“Oh…I don’t…”
Her hands pull at my shoulders, but it’s a weak effort. She’s still in the throes I’ve caused, and damned if I’m going to let her insecurity take her out of it.
“Let me,” I say, but it’s muffled, because my mouth is on her stomach, kissing, sucking, as I push her dress up her body.
“I…”
My fingers take up the dance again. Her chest heaves, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me.
Fuck, she’s hot. The sexiest creature I’ve ever seen, writhing on the hardwood. I’m so hard I want to grab her legs, open them in a V, and torque into her as she screams my name.
Carter deserves more than that. A gentle guide.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t put expert skills to use.
My tongue finds her, replaces my fingers, and everything about her—the silky feel, the wetness, the swell of her passion, has me growling, wanting to dive deep and own.
Her elbows fall out from underneath her, and she smacks onto the floor as her cries increase in sound. She’s so startled she covers her mouth with her forearm and screams, a forced effort to muffle her pleasure.
I take it all in as I do what I do best. I wonder if she can feel my smile.
Carter’s hand comes down, and she grips my head as much as she can, asking me to go further, harder, and I’m happy to meet her demands.
Her cries increase; the intensity is impossible to endure. She’s bucking, heeding to my hands, my mouth, and I coax her to keep going, keep falling, drop entirely into my control, my pleasure, and I’ll make sure she never wants to leave.
“Locke,” she says over and over, and it’s like a new drug to try, a hit I’ll take again, as I stroke and kiss and suck.
And bite at just the right time, a sharp, surprising pleasure, that takes her exactly where I want her.
Her back arches, her grip on the back of my head tightens, and she breathes out a long, heat-soaked cry that I’ll hear well into my slumber.
Carter goes slack, everything except her belly going up, then concaving in, with heaves. I rise, but kiss certain places on my trip back up, ensuring the connection. Letting her know I’m not going anywhere.
Her gaze is faded and to the side when I place my palms on either side of her shoulders. I’m gripped with sudden anxiety. “You okay?”
She blinks, her throat bobbing. But when she looks at me, all worries drift away, because she smiles. “That was…I have to recover.”
I trace her lips with my thumb. “Take all the time you need.”
But her eyes take on an eerily sober light as my thumb catches. “Kiss me again. Please.”
The seriousness of her request gives me pause, but I do as she bids and replace my thumb with my mouth.
It’s softer this time, more controlled. She sucks on my lower lip gently, scraping with her teeth, and I angle, so she gets more access.
Carter lets go, and when she does, she’s holding my face in her hands. “I just wanted to make sure it’s real.”
I swallow because her stare is derailing something inside, an organ usually so well-protected in its cage of bone. “It is.”