Page 60 of Forbidden Eyes
He doesn’t stop pushing in and out of me while he waits for me to answer, making my brain short-circuit. His question drifts away, and I go back to enjoying the touch of him over my body as I lie back and enjoy the attention.
“Fia… which one?”
“All of them. I’ve never been with anyone, and I don't… can't…” Breathe. I can't breathe through the intensity let alone talk. And then he does something, his fingers curling differently, and it rubs a spot inside me that sends sparks darting around every part of my body. My breath catches, every muscle going into spasm as if I can't move, and I explode in pleasure. My body bucks, liquid heat infuses my veins, and I’m hit with a high that’s addictive.
“That’s one,” he murmurs.
My eyes drift shut, lingering in the sensation, until the scrape of Carter’s chin on the inside of my thigh has me leaning up to watch him. His eyes meet mine over the landscape of my body, already a slight sheen of sweat covering it, and I marvel at him between my thighs. He's so handsome. Strong. And yet here, now, he's so tender against my flesh.
Gentle even.
As the nerves begin to awaken, he sweeps his tongue through my folds, sending the nerves that are on high alert spiralling around my body. “Oh God, Carter.” My head hits the pillow, and my nails dig into the bed to keep me still.
He licks me again, the tip of his tongue tasting me so slowly I risk raising my hips a fraction. It’s all the encouragement he needs, and he begins to lap at me, making sure to graze my clit on each stroke. Each time he presses harder with his tongue and that now familiar coiling sensation in my belly starts again. My toes tingle and the muscles in my legs fire in a rush of heat that blazes through me before I know what's happening. I squirm, searching for another lap of his tongue. One more, and another. “Carter!”
His fingers grip my hips rigidly, pulling me closer to his mouth as he licks each pulse of my orgasm from me. It hurts, his fingers digging into my flesh and the power of the climax. But I don’t care. It's perfect and his strength holding me close is everything I need to feel safe.
“Two. You’re going to be nice and wet when I slide my dick inside of that tight pussy.”
I lift my head weakly, suddenly aware that this is really going to happen. His words alone make my body want to come all over again, but the thought that he's going to be inside me, with the size of him, makes me stumble over my thoughts.
“Carter, I think I might need a minute to…”
The sound of a packet tearing makes me look at his hands rather than his eyes, and I watch, fascinated, as he rolls a condom over his long cock.
“Third time. I get to come this time.” He moves forward, slowly lying his weight across me and moving my legs wider. “Tilt those hips up to me.”
I do as I’m told and he pushes the tip inside of me, slowly and steadily entering. I gasp a little at the sensation. So wide, so… I don't know. “You okay?” he whispers. I nod, not knowing if I am or not, but the pressure builds and feels tight, and then it goes past just tight and I worry he’s going to hurt me. My mouth opens to tell him to stop, but he cancels it with a kiss that is all about him and what he’s doing to my body—possessing me.
Once again, his hands trail to my arms, and he holds me in place as he keeps pushing deeper inside of me. It’s overwhelming, and I struggle to pull in the air I need with the pain that flashes through me. Carter pauses and groans, then pulls out before shoving back in more forcibly. Just like with his fingers, it gets better each time he moves until I can’t think of anything else but Carter. He’s all I feel, all I can see, all I taste.
This time, the spiralling, building sensation is greater. I moan with the sheer pleasure, my breath stolen with the intimacy. It overtakes everything in my body and wipes my thoughts. My breathing is short as if I’m chasing towards something, suddenly desperate to reach the point where my body shatters at his hands.
“Please, yes! Yes… more.”
My hands grasp at air,desperate to cling onto something in the middle of this,but there's nothing there to hold. As if sensing my need, his palms move further past my wrists, finally threading into my fingers as he grunts and speeds up his hips. It's everything. Everything I thought it would be, hoped for. His power. The feeling of him over me and in me. Oh God.
The pulse explodes at my core at the same time as he stills. All the sensations rush through me, leaving my muscles weak, tired, and completely sated.
I’ve just had sex with Carter Wade.
Seventeen
Pretty as fuck, hair fanning out all over the sheets and limbs draped all over me. I stare at her face, watching her quiet breaths ease in and out as she sleeps. She’s so pretty. Too pretty for me. I couldn't stop looking at her features last night, watching the way they changed for me—the moans and whimpers, the pleas coming from her mouth.
I don’t know what time it is, but I guess morning sometime. There’s light seeping in under the door, part illuminating her in this dark room. Soft eyes, skin like fucking silk. My hand draws the sheets away from her shoulders, pulling it downwards to reveal her neck and back, and I smile at the length of it leading down to that sweet as fuck ass. I’m getting my dick in that sometime. Breaking a new kind of virginity. Not that virginity seems to have made any goddamn difference to her ability to fuck.
Jesus.
The images still circulating in my mind from last night make me grab hold of my dick to ease it of the ache, running the length of it as I watch her. Her lips around me. My mouth on her, lapping up all that blood I’d caused until the sharp tang of metal felt like part of me. Fuck that was sweet. My blood, that’s what it was. Mine. Taken by me. Something about that makes what happened last night more relevant to me than any other fuck has ever been.
My eyes graze over the white sheets I’ve pushed down, looking at the dark red stains smeared over them as I rub my dick a few times. Hot as fuck. I should roll over now and get up inside her again, wake her up in style. Watch that mouth part again when I ease inside her. My head bangs back on the bed.Condoms.Fucking things. We’ll need more of those.
Damn glad I had a few in my wallet, though.
I chuckle quietly and roll out of the bed to grab at my pants before I do something I shouldn’t. Fucking is one thing; doing it without rubber covering my dick is another. Damn, I want to, though. Don’t think I’ve ever wanted in a woman without a fucking barrier more than I do now. Christ knows what brought me back to remembering that I needed to put one on me.
So fucking close.