Page 59 of Forbidden Eyes
His arms move down my body, and he grabs my ass, picking me up as if I weigh nothing at all. He turns and walks to the bed, throwing me onto it before gazing down at me. He isn’t rushed. He casually looks down at me as if he’s about to enjoy every moment he has. Heat flushes my skin, but I hold my nerve and keep focused on Carter.
“You are going to be such a sweet treat, Fia. Are you going to let me taste just how good?”
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, stopping me from talking, so my head just nods in agreement. I’m pretty sure he could ask me to do anything right now and I’d do it.
“I want to see all of your skin. Everything, Fia.”
His voice commands me so easily I remove the last shreds of my clothes until I’m naked under his eyes. I refuse to cover my bandages with my arm. Carter knows what happened to me.
“What about you?” The breathy edge to my voice disguises my nerves.
He sets his arms to the side, welcoming me to him, but before my fingers reach his belt, he clasps my hands. With hunger in his eyes, he runs a finger over the marks scratched into my skin but hidden from view. He picks at the corner and lifts one of the bandages, pulling it from my skin. He continues without a word until he’s uncovered all of the marks.
“Don’t worry. Yours won’t be like mine.” He pulls his shirt from his body and reveals how far his scar travels down, answering my unspoken question from the first time we met. The cut runs down his throat and ends at the centre of his chest. It’s wide and jagged and stands out against the rest of his perfect body, but somehow it only makes him look hotter.
I don’t want us to spend any more time looking at our scars. They are part of who we are now. A common bond. With a surge of confidence, I kneel up and grab for his belt. The rigid length of him strains in his pants, and my fingers skip over him to work the belt and button free.
“Fia, if you want to play, hurry the fuck up.”
“Sorry.” I shove the pants down, and I’m confronted with his cock, pointing towards me. The small gasp I take isn’t intentional, but the thought of all of him—how big he is—going inside of me is enough to stop anyone in their tracks.
“Easy now. I have plans for you, but if you’d like to get acquainted?”
I lift my eyes from his cock, revelling in the hard muscles sculpting his chest and stomach, a long white scar running up his body towards his neck. I look at it, tracing the jagged line. I'm almost mesmerised until I feel his hand gentle on my head to focus me back where I was. I don’t know what he wants me to do, though. I lean forward and run my lips to the head of his cock nervously, then lick him a little as his hand threads into my hair to hold me close. The slight shift in his breathing is immediate,making me think I must be doing something right until he pulls me away.
“Later,” he murmurs,lowering himself to the bed.
He crawls over me, his lips leading the way and blazing a path to mine. He’s everywhere suddenly, and my body sings in the wake of his touches and kisses. They cover every inch of my skin, focusing on my lips and nipples, and purposefully going nowhere close to where the pressure is building beyond distraction. I scissor my legs in frustration as his hands close around my wrists, pinning me in place.
“Easy, Fia. We’ll get to the good stuff soon enough. Enjoy this first. You won’t know what's hit you when I get inside you.”
“Promises, Carter. Promises.” I don’t know where my confident little response comes from, but the nerves and apprehension of what might be are fast being replaced by an intensity and focus of feeling that makes me want to explode.
His fingers slip between my legs, seemingly happy to take on my challenge, and the moment his finger grazes my flesh I want to buck off the bed. I pant, unable to describe the feeling or know how to deal with it. It's intense. Sharp yet soothing, and his other hand still gripping around my wrist just makes the pressure intensify.
My thrashing continues, but then Carter takes his finger away, the exact opposite of what I want him to do.
“You gonna come all over my hand?” he asks, teasing his way across my thigh. I nod, unable to speak. I will if he puts his fingers back on me rather than…
Pressure and a twinge of discomfort at my core has me tensing. My eyes look up to Carter who's studying me closely.
“Two fingers," he says, a lust filled gaze on his face.
My breath hitches a little as he pulls them out, then pushes them back in. This time, it’s more pleasurable and sends a rush of heat over me. It builds and builds with every thrust of his hand, taking me to that place, that release I’m craving.
“Please, Carter.”
“I like you begging, Fia. Remember that.”
“Please, make me ...” The word sticks in my throat, embarrassment dousing me. His fingers stop and with them, the pleasure chasing me to release.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come. Please.”
“With what, Fia?” he asks, building his rhythm again. “My fingers? Tongue?”
I don't care. I just want to come. Need to. My eyes roll as the feeling begins to wash over me again, my legs turning to jelly and my body instinctively riding against his hand. “Or do you want my dick inside you?”