She’s so wet I can feel it dripping down my hand, soaking my wrist, and it makes me groan against her.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp, pulling back just enough to breathe her in, my lips slick with her. “You’re makin’ a mess all over me. You like torturing me, huh? Walking around naked, whispering filthy shit, smirking like you’re not already mine?”
“Carter,” she gasps, voice breaking, “please—please don’t stop?—”
I smirk, pulling my fingers out, dragging them slowly over her swollen clit just to watch her squirm. “Don’t stop? Or don’t let you come?”
She whimpers and shakes her head, hips jerking. “Oh my God, please?—”
“Which is it, darlin’?” I taunt, sliding my soaked fingers up, pressing them between her lips. “Don’t stop, or don’t let you come?”
Her eyes flutter as she sucks me clean, her tongue swirling over my knuckles, and I nearly lose it right there.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, shoving her thighs wider, diving back between them. My tongue works her clit slowly, quickly, then teasing, never letting her settle into a rhythm, keeping her right on the edge.
She’s crying out now, half-sob, half-moan, her body writhing within my grasp.
I pin her hips down harder. “Stay still,” I command, voice muffled against her pussy. “You wanna come? You do it on my tongue. Grind that pretty cunt on me and take what you need, baby. Soak my beard.”
She lets out a broken moan and does exactly that as she rolls her hips against my mouth, chasing her release. I let her ride my face, sucking her clit hard, sliding two fingers back inside her, curling deep until she’s right there, right on the brink.
I pull back again.
She screams in frustration, pounding her fists against the sheets. “Carter, I swear to G?—”
I chuckle darkly, kissing the inside of her thigh. “Swear all you want, baby. You don’t come until I say.”
Her chest heaves, her eyes wild, her body trembling with need. She’s ruined already.
I drag my tongue one more time up her slit before sitting back on my heels and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Look at you,” I rasp, staring down at her flushed, wrecked body, hair sticking to her damp face, legs spread wide open for me. “My perfect little wife.”
She’s glaring at me, her eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. “Carter,” she gasps, “you’re killing me?—”
“Not even close,” I growl, sliding back down between her thighs.
The second my mouth is on her again, she lets out a sound that’s more sob than moan. I suck her clit slowly, pulling it into my mouth and flicking my tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves until her legs quake around my head.
Her hand fists in my hair, tugging hard, but I don’t care—I groan against her, the vibration making her whole body jolt.
“Fuck—oh God—don’t stop?—”
She’s close again, I can feel the way her walls grip around nothing, the way her thighs clamp tighter, her stomach tightening under my hands. I shove two fingers inside, curling up, stroking her G-spot, and she goes wild, grinding her hips against me.
“That’s it,” I mumble, tongue relentless on her clit. “Ride it, baby. Give it to me.”
Her back arches off the bed, a scream tearing out of her throat?—
I pull away, again.
She collapses back onto the sheets with a broken cry, fists pounding the mattress. “CARTER!”
I grin, licking her arousal off my lips, watching her thrash. “So dramatic,” I tease, kissing her inner thigh, before I nip gently.
Her eyes snap to mine, blazing, furious, and ruined all at once. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” I rasp, sliding my tongue through her folds again, making her hips jerk. “You love me. You love it when I make you beg.”
