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With a slow and calculated pace, he slides his hand between my legs, running his short manicured nails across the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Everything he does just feels amazing and I can’t contain my impending explosion. I could cum right now, but I fight against it, wanting to feel him inside me.
Just then, he slides one finger inside my slippery sex, and I hear a small gasp fall from his lips.
“You’re fucking soaking,” he says in disbelief, his finger sliding in and out of me with ease, before he slides a second finger inside.
“Oh!” I moan, my body building, the waves in my belly moving throughout me with an intensity I’ve never felt before. I’ve had an orgasm, of course, but this is more than that. My body feels electric, and Carter is my conductor, his fingers curling inside me as he taps my frontal vaginal wall deliciously.
“Right there! Yes!” I cry, my climax ready to rock through me.
“Should I torture you like you did me?” he whispers before taking my nipple in his mouth.
“No! Please!” I cry, begging him not to do to me what I’ve just done to him.
“I couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m dying to feel you cum,” he whispers in my ear before tugging at my earlobe, his fingers still curling inside of me.
“Oh God,” I moan, my thighs pressing together, trapping his hand.
“I already know what you like, babe,” he growls and the masculinity in his tone just pushes me forward, and I fall over the edge as my orgasm rattles me to the core, my legs trembling uncontrollably.
“Yes!” I cry, my body arching to push my greedy pussy toward him, desperate for more pressure.
“Damn, you’re squeezing me,” he chuckles, shoving a third finger inside of me.
“Ahh!” I moan, my body welcoming the addition.
“I know you didn’t think that was it,” he teases, his fingers sliding into me as his palm grips my clit with every intrusion. The pattern is incredibly stimulating and another climax is building before I can even deny the possibility. I’ve never experienced back-to-back orgasms in my life. If I’m honest, I thought they were a myth.
“Shit!” I cry, the waves building dangerously fast as I moan loudly.
“You’re making me hard again moaning like that,” Carter warns me in that same deep tone, and it's almost enough to tip the scales again, but I fight the urge, hoping to extend the pleasure just a little longer.
Just then, he leans down, taking my clit into his mouth and sucking gently. I cry out in ecstasy, spiraling into another orgasm, this one even stronger than the first. My body instinctively pulls away from him, my clit too sensitive and my body fearful of how another orgasm may tear me apart.
“I was going to stop anyway,” he smirks as I smile in gratitude, a giggle falling from my pink lips.
“I don’t know if you should be trusted,” I smile, as I catch my breath.
“You’re the tortuous one,” he reminds me and we exchange a smile as I rise to my feet, collecting my lace underwear.
Sliding on my delicate panty and bra set, I take a satin robe hanging from a hook on the wall and drape myself in the soft fabric.
“I hope you enjoyed your dance,” I say over my shoulder as I move to make my way out of the dark room, but he grabs my wrist before I can exit.
“Wait! You didn’t try to have sex with me,” he says with shock written all over his face. He must think I don’t know the ridiculous rules of this game he plays.
“I know. Maybe another time,” I shrug, my mouth curving into a smirk as I try to pull my wrist from his grip, but he hangs onto me for a bit longer.
“You don’t even want to try?” he cocks his head to the side. I guess he’s feeling a bit disappointed, but I desperately need to get away from him. Besides, we’ve already done more than I planned on our first encounter.
“No, I think you’ve had enough,” I wink at him before tugging my hand from his grasp roughly.
His eyes are on me until I’m completely out of the door. The air feels smoother once I exit his space, my mind begins to work properly again, and I feel a rush of relief. I’d grossly underestimated the effect he would have on me, and now I’m sure there will be no one coming close to topping the way he just made me feel.
His dominance, control, and confidence just make me cream as I replay our time together. I really want to just go back into that room and beg him to take me. I want more of him, and actually grow sad the further I get away from him, knowing he might be leaving, and who knows when I’ll see him next.
It pops into my mind that he’ll have to have another girl attempt to seduce him this week since I didn’t even try to have sex with him, and a strange yet overwhelming sense of jealousy rushes over me. How can I actually be jealous of a man I barely know?
I’m not sure, but I know that I am. I want him all to myself after just one meeting. I want all of his pleasure, and I want to give him all of mine as well. There’s no one else in the world I want to touch my body, and I know now that I’m in deep trouble dealing with Carter.
