“So are you,” she said, stroking the line of my jaw.
Her mouth on mine was soft and eager.She tasted like strawberry Twizzlers and want.I groaned, threading my fingers through her hair to angle her head for a deeper kiss.Her squeak of surprise turned into a moan, then she relaxed into me, her body pliant and yielding.
She was so damn soft—her skin, her curves.I wanted to explore every inch of her.
But as much as I wanted her, I wasn't going to rush this.There were plenty of ways to pleasure a woman without impaling her on your cock.
It was time to show her what it meant to be with a man who cared.
I pulled back, searching her eyes.“Let me make you feel good, Sunny.”
“Carter, I?—”
I didn't wait for her to finish.I silenced her with a kiss, gripped her under the thighs and stood.Cracking open an eye, I saw Pete jump down from his spot on the couch.His irritation that we were breaking up couch cuddles was evident.
I carried Olivia down the hallway, dimly aware I had no idea where I was going.Then I spotted Pete lying in front of one of the doors.I nudged it open with my foot, revealing a cozy bedroom.It was simple and elegant, just like its owner.Soft neutral tones, crisp linens, and a hint of her signature vanilla scent.
As I crossed the threshold, the weight of the moment settled over me.I wanted this more than I'd wanted anything in a long time.But as much as I craved her body, I wanted her trust more.
After laying her on the plush comforter, I pulled back and let my hungry gaze roam over her nearly naked form.The sight of her splayed out before me made my cock throb.
Her eyes were fixed on me with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability.Her cheeks were flushed and her pupils were blown wide.I trailed my fingertips along her jaw, down the elegant arch of her neck, and over the swell of her breasts.She shivered under my touch, her nipples tightening against the red lace of her bra.My fingers danced over the gauzy fabric, wanting nothing more than to feel her bare skin.
I slipped my hands around her ribs, reaching for her back.She arched for me, allowing me to free her from the confines of her bra.A flush crept up her neck, but her eyes never left mine as I slid the straps from her shoulders and tossed the garment aside.
Willing myself to go slow, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties.I wanted to savor every moment, every reaction.My mouth watered as I dragged the delicate fabric down her legs, baring her to me inch by tantalizing inch.
She was laid out like a feast for my eyes.Smooth skin, gentle curves, and a wanton look that had my mouth going dry.I took a moment, committing every detail to memory—the flush of her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes, the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
I couldn't tear my gaze away from her perky tits, the rosy peaks of her nipples just begging for my mouth.The smooth expanse of her toned stomach, her shapely, rounded hips, the glistening folds of her pretty pink pussy peeking out between her thighs.I wanted to devour her.
“You're perfect,” I said, my voice rough and husky.
Her eyes fluttered closed at my words, and my pulse quickened.She was a drug, and I was addicted.Our joint anticipation thrummed in the silence.I knew without a doubt that this would change everything.
I crawled onto the bed and kissed my way down her body, pausing to worship her breasts.I felt her heart racing, and her breath came in short gasps as I continued my leisurely path downward, peppering kisses along her torso.
When I reached my destination, I paused, looking up at her.Her eyes were hooded, her lips parted.I kissed the inside of her thigh, relishing her tiny whimper.I could feel the heat of her cunt, smell the intoxicating musk of her arousal.Unable to resist, I dipped my head down and licked a slow stripe up her slit, savoring the tangy taste of her on my tongue.
She gasped, bucking her hips against my mouth.“Oh God...”
I grinned against her slick folds before diving in with gusto, alternating between long laps and teasing flicks of my tongue against her clit.She fisted her hands in my hair, holding me in place as I ate her out like a starving man at a banquet.Her breathless moans and sobs spurred me on, my own need growing with each quiver and clench of her pussy.
Her keening cries filled the room as I brought her closer and closer to the edge.The knowledge thatIwas the one giving her this pleasure triggered a surge of primal satisfaction.
“Carter, stop.”
Seized by panic, I pulled back, searching her eyes.“What's wrong?Did I hurt you?”
“God, no.I need you.I need to feel you inside me.”
My cock gave an agonized twitch, straining against the confines of my jeans.I needed to be inside her like I needed my next breath.But I'd never forgive myself if I hurt her.
“I don't?—”
“Please.”
How could I deny her?I undid the button of my jeans, sighing in relief as I freed my throbbing dick from its denim prison.It jutted out hard and proud, the swollen head already glistening with pre-cum.Olivia's eyes darkened with lust as she drank in the sight of me.She reached out, and her slender fingers ghosted along my length in a feather-light caress that made me hiss through my teeth.
