Page 77 of A Forever Love
At his first touch, I moan, loudly, and my thighs fall open.
Carter growls right back, and I feel the vibrations in my mouth and all the way south to where his two fingers are making their way inside me. My body offers no resistance, already freaking wet for him. This isn’t a dream—he’s here, and as if I wanted more proof, my hands find their way to the front of his pants. The moment I grope him, he turns ferocious. Not just his lips over mine, but his fingers also become relentless. His thumb presses on my clit, and I try to move my hips, greedy for that friction, but nothing seems like enough.
I’m burning inside out, and when it becomes too much, I tear my lips away from him. I hide my face in his neck to suppress another loud moan. My hand tightens around his cock, and every passing minute that appendage remains in my grip, I’m becoming increasingly aware of its sheer size.
“Fuck. You’re dripping all over my hand.” His voice is hoarse, and satisfaction rolls inside me.
He’s as affected as me.
He squeezes my sex, and I forget everything. I can only focus on his hand, wanting the release that I know will be massive, bigger than any I’ve ever experienced. I work my hips in sync with his movements.
I don’t know who I am when I groan into his ear. “Please, Carter. Faster, deeper, harder.”
But instead of following the instructions I lay out for him—of which I’ll definitely be embarrassed later—he pulls his fingers out of me.
What the hell!
“Carter…” I don’t even care that I’m whining at this point. My grip on his penis must be painful, because all my frustration goes there. But my hand soon slips away when Carter moves, placing his hands under my ass and carrying me to the bed.
I try to sit up and put my hands back on him, because it feels like I’ll die without him, but Carter presses my shoulder back on the bed.
“Shh. Stay there.”
I huff but only for a second, because the next moment, he grabs my underwear and tears it right in the middle.
“Why did you do that?” It’s an honest question, born out of confusion. I’m not upset at all. In fact, I’m even more freaking turned on.
“I’m trying to channel one of your book boyfriends.”
Carter King, my childhood crush, the thief who stole my heart when I was sixteen, is going to be the death of me.
“You are so freaking hot!” I don’t mind that his gaze, dancing with mischief, strays from my face to my exposed sex as I jump into his arms. “I’m going to fall more in love with you if you keep doing all these things.”
“Mission accomplished.” He grins and then throws me back on the bed.
I can’t help my laugh as I bounce into the air. He’s faster than an arrow when he situates himself between my thighs and then opens them some more to make room for his big shoulders. His fingers part me, and I feel cold air touch the most intimate part of my body, goose bumps appearing on every inch of my skin. I’m panting more and more with every passing minute when he doesn’t do anything. But thankfully, the wait isn’t long.
“Mere, you are so freaking hot,” he says before his fingers once again enter me.
He’s watching me with such fascination that I can’t even be angry with him, it just makes me hotter. But when Carter leans down and his tongue touches my clit, I see stars behind my eyes.
I grip the sheets when he goes to town on my sex, kissing it the way he kissed my lips. His fingers still pumping, while his tongue, mouth, and even those teeth, work tirelessly. I’m just about to have the best orgasm of my life when Carter pulls away.
“I need to see all of you.” His eyes are on my face, and I swear I haven’t taken off a shirt faster than I do right now.
“I need to see you too,” I admit when he doesn’t make the obvious move and keeps staring at me. My hands are working on the back clasp on my red bra when I add, “I’m not feeling very patient right now.”
The next moment, he takes off his shirt, and I think I hear a few buttons skittering to the floor. Once I have a perfect view of his abs and pecs, I’m salivating like a hungry cat. I’ve seen Carter without a shirt a few times, and in his sleeveless workout T-shirts too. But he’s beyond my memories and imagination right now.
“Carter,” I say and touch those muscles that look harder than rock, but then he takes off his pants and black boxers in one go.
I can’t pull my eyes away from his cock. I’ve groped him through his pants, but that veiny, thick penis bobbing in the air is equally scary and impressive. I want to feel it in me, and at the same time, I’m worried that he might break a part of me.
“You still have clothes on, mittens,” Carter drawls, eyeing the bra still covering my boobs, hanging around my shoulders from the straps. And when I’m not fast enough, he pinches the straps and takes it off. “It feels as though I just unwrapped a gift. The best fucking gift.”
I keep my gaze on his grin until he falls on top of me and goes straight for my mouth. His hands are everywhere, touching every bit of me, and finally one of them cups the back of my neck and the other settles on my waist in a bruising hold. He pulls me closer and closer, every part of me kissing and getting antiquated with his body.
His cock is nestled between us, and I can feel the wet head brushing against my stomach. I want to feel him inside me and also want us to last—the toughest battle of wants and wishes.