His nose brushes mine, a whisper of contact that makes me ache. “All day, Catalina,” he whispers, “You’ve been torturing me. Walking around our house naked, smirking, knowing I couldn’t touch you until the bathroom was done.”
I lick my lips, puckering up to give him a quick kiss. “Maybe I liked watching you suffer.”
A growl rumbles out of him, vibrating through my chest. His hand slides down, his rough palm tracing the outside of my thigh, as he moves higher, squeezing until I gasp.
“You think this is a game?” he asks as his mouth brushes my cheek.
I arch against him, shamelessly. “I think you like it when I play with you.”
For a beat, all he does is hover there, breathing me in, holding me down with his weight and his stare.
The tension coils tighter and tighter, so thick I could drown in it. My body hums with anticipation, desperate for him to break.
Finally, Carter slowly lowers his mouth to mine.
The kiss isn’t rushed.
It’s slow, achingly slow, like he wants to savor every second of finally tasting me again. His lips move against mine, and I melt into it, whimpering when his tongue slides against mine.
He pulls back, his forehead resting against mine, his breath ragged. “Bathroom’s done,” he rasps, “no more waitin’, darlin’.”
CHAPTER 5
Carter
She’s sprawled beneath me, blushed and trembling. I have her exactly where I want her.
I drag my cock along her soaked folds again, not pushing in, just letting her feel the weight of me. She moans as she lifts her hips, chasing me, but I pin her harder to the mattress.
“Not yet, baby,” I rasp, brushing my mouth along her jaw, down her throat. “You don’t get my cock until I’ve had my fill of this sweet little body.”
Her whimper shoots straight to my chest, but I ignore it, sliding down her body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses over her breasts. I nip her nipple through her dress, then shove the fabric down, baring her to me.
“Fuck,” I mutter, dragging my tongue over the tight peak until she arches into my mouth. “Always so perfect for me.”
She whines my name, tugging at my hair, but I move lower, kissing down her stomach, across her hip, until I’m kneeling between her thighs.
I hook her legs over my shoulders and press my mouth against her, my tongue sliding through her folds slowly, teasing her. She jerks, moaning so loud it echoes off the walls.
“Carter!”
I grin against her, sucking her clit just hard enough to make her back bow. Pulling back, I lick my lips. “You taste better than anything, baby. I could eat this pussy all night.”
Her thighs tremble against me, hips bucking, but I hold her down, torturing her with slow strokes of my tongue, then pulling away just when she’s about to snap.
“Beg prettier,” I murmur, sliding two fingers inside her, curling them deep until she cries out. My mouth returns to her clit, working her in tandem, dragging her higher, higher, before I ease off again, grinning when she sobs in frustration.
“You like it when I make you wait,” I growl, pumping my fingers, licking her slowly, savoring every sound she makes. “Say it.”
Her nails dig into the sheets, her voice wrecked. “I—I like it.”
“Damn right you do.”
I fuck her with my fingers, as I suck her clit until she’s thrashing, begging, completely undone beneath me. And I still don’t give her my cock.
Not yet.
Her thighs tremble around my head, her nails raking down the sheets. I curl my fingers deep inside her, stroking that spot I know makes her see stars, and drag my tongue in lazy circles over her clit.
