This isn’t like picking what’s for dinner. I can’t be indecisive here. He means it. He needs to know. Hewantsto know.
“I want you on top of me for the first time,” I say, watching the way heat grows behind his eyes with each word. “I need to see your face. I want to watch you.”
“I can do that for you,” he says, dipping his chin with a smile.
“Get undressed then, boyfriend.”
Carter breaks into a grin and he nods, stepping back to undo his belt. I watch from my spot on the bed, following every move of his hands and focusing on the rattle of his belt buckle. His smile dwindles into something darker at the look on my face, at the way I’m drooling over him before I’ve even had him.
I promise you, I have never wanted somebody as badly as I want him and I don’t care if he can see that all over me. It’s the truth.
When his pants hit the ground, I fall back on my elbows and shake my head. He’s straining against his briefs, big and thick, and exactly what I expected from a man like him. I skirt my gaze back up to his face, rolling my eyes at the pleased smirk that is staring right back at me.
Arrogant asshole.
“Am I going to be able to walk after this?” I ask him pointedly.
Carter’s head falls back as he barks out a laugh. “No promises.”
“Fuck,” I whisper, falling back onto the bed. I reach into my nightstand for a foil packet, tear it open, and hand it to him.
He slowly unbuttons his shirt, exposing a body that is far too pretty to be real. I watch as he tugs down his briefs and slowly rolls the condom on. I zero in on the part of him I’ve been desperate to see. It’s as gorgeous as the rest of him. I am salivating at the thought of that being buried inside me in mere moments.
He reaches for my ankles, gently sliding my whole body onto the bed. When he crawls on top of me, everything in my head goes quiet and still. The way the world only does when he’s around.
This is real. We’re doing this.
Carter brackets his hands on either side of my head, his eyes scanning my face. Without a word, I reach up to cup my hand over his cheek, lifting my head to press my mouth to his. Carter’s weight drops between my legs so that he can kiss me back, his hips slating against mine. His groan spills into my mouth at the feeling of our bodies finally pressed together.
We kiss for what feels like hours. Because we want to. Because these ones are real. We’ve spent months finding excuses to kiss one another, weeks following up each press of our mouths with a reason for why we did it. Now, it’s becausewe don’t want to do anythingbutthis. I want to memorize the way he uses his tongue, how soft his mouth feels against mine, the way he pauses between kisses to let me take control—hoping that I do.
When he reaches between us, his hand gliding along the green lace of my underwear, my breath hitches into the kiss.
“How do you like being touched?” he asks against my mouth, hand slipping underneath the fabric. He slowly dips his fingers inside me and I suck in a breath, my eyes shutting. His eyes burn into my face. “Hm?”
I reach up to wrap my hands around the back of his neck, forcing my eyes open. “Gently.”
He nods, dropping his mouth to mine while his fingers glide where they are supposed to be. Softly, Carter begins to touch me. The pressure is feather-like, like someone’s hands tracing patterns on your skin. His strokes are long, languid and light, in that perfect way that makes me fight to breathe.
“Shit,” I whisper, my voice getting caught in my throat. Carter’s eyes scan my face. “God, you’re good.”
He nods again, completely focused on making me feel good. He says nothing.
I let it happen, falling to the mattress, my eyes burning into his. He watches, jaw clenched, fingers maintaining their perfect and painful pattern. I stifle a happy sigh, melting into the pillows, feeling that pull in my gut that tells me I’m not going to last much longer.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans, and he reaches up to grip my chin and pull my gaze back to his.
“It’s…” My back arches off the bed, my orgasm rapidly approaching. “Oh my god.”
“Mm,” he mumbles, leaning down to press his mouth to mine. “That’s what I want. For you to get what you need from me.”
“I’m almost there.”
“I know,” he whispers. “You look so fucking good right now, Arden.”
“What if I want you inside me when I finish?”
His eyes snap up to mine, determination washing over him. “Then I’ll fuck you until you get there.”
