He pushes in deeper, and I moan as he reaches his limit inside me.
He retreats and I make a protesting noise until he slams back into me. Thrusts are quick and punitive at first until my body adjusts and the soft wet noises take over, interspersed between gasps.
“Fuck yes.” He reaches over me and braces his hands next to mine on the footboard, his hips pistoning into me. “You feel me?Look at you taking my dick like you were made for it.” Carter has a bit of a dirty talk streak, it seems, and I love it.
He leans closer to my ear and whispers, “I’m going to make you come, then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget me.”
I’m so, so close, I can feel the goosebumps spreading across my skin. But I need just a little more. “Please.” I grab one of his hands and press it against my clit.
“I’ve got you.” He traces his fingertip around the sensitive nub and then my opening, pulled tight around his cock.
An involuntary shudder racks my body, and my limbs tighten in release, flutters and spasms cascading through me. I can’t breathe for a second, lost in the dizzy rush of it.
He stops, waiting for the waves to slow. Then he kisses my shoulder blade. “You okay?” He’s still hard inside me.
“Yesss.” My answer is slurred and dragged out in pleasure.
“Good.” He releases the footboard and straightens up, gripping my hips harder and changing the depth of his penetration. He pounds into me—quick, hard strokes, small grunts punctuating his efforts, and to my surprise the friction stirs my blood again. I usually can’t get off from just penetration.
But something about the wildness of the sounds coming from his throat, the neediness inherent in his thrusts, gets to me. The ripples resurface, gripping him tightly inside of me, muscles milking him.
“Oh, shit, you’re…” he breaks off, unable to finish the thought.
He gives two quick final thrusts, and then I feel him shudder against and inside me.
His fingers grip so hard I know there will be bruises, and that doesn’t bother me in the least.
24
Carter rests his head on my shoulder blade as we both catch our breath and wait for the final tremors to subside.
“All right?” he asks against my skin.
I’m not sure if he’s asking about me or the sex, but either way my answer is the same. “Hell yes.”
He carefully pulls out of me, leaving behind a sense of loss, emptiness.
I slide over and fall across the bed sideways, legs shaking. My back gives a mild protest but that’s all.
He disappears down the hall, presumably to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Water runs, and when he returns a few seconds later, he has a glass of water and a folded wet washcloth.
He hands me the water, which I gulp down greedily, while he pulls his boxer briefs back on.
Then he tips his head toward me, holding up the cloth. “Can I?”
Oddly this, in some ways, feels more vulnerable than what we just did. But I raise my knees and part my legs, giving him access, as he kneels by the side of the bed.
He is gentle, and the cloth is warm and soothing.
“You’re so pink,” he marvels.
“Someone was very enthusiastic,” I remind him.
Leaning down he blows a breath across me, and I squirm at the sensitivity.
“I’m not sure if I can…”
“It’s okay, I just want to,” he murmurs against my belly.
