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He fell to his knees in front of me. Tilting his face to mine, he stared at me with an expression I’d never seen in him before. Soft and hard at the same time. His brows rose together, and his eyes were wide, seeming like a plea. His mouth parted slightly. “Penelope,” he whispered my name like a prayer.
His lips feathered against my knee, moving up my thigh as he parted my legs with one arm and moved his head between them. His mouth was searing, sending flames straight into my core, leaving embers in their wake. That molten heat had pooled between my thighs, my body clenching tightly the closer he got. My hands found themselves inside his curls. “Carter,” I whispered, pulling him away. He looked up at me, that same pleading expression mixed with confusion on his face. “I’ve never…”
I had never done this before. James wasn’t a particularly generous, or adventurous lover. He never offered, and I had been too afraid to ask. It wasn’t something I ever felt I had been missing, though. Not with him, at least. Having a man’s mouth between my legs felt almost more intimate than sex itself, and I wasn’t sure that was something I’d ever have been comfortable doing with James anyway.
My body was screaming at me to let Carter continue, screaming at me in a way that it never had before. I’d never wanted something more. Despite it, I wanted him to know that this was new to me. Wanted him to know that it wasn’t something hehadto do. Wasn’t something I expected of him.
He took a moment to consider what I was attempting to say. Then, the most seductive smile rose from his mouth. Planting another kiss against my thigh he said, “Let me be your first.”
I rested on my elbows, bringing my head up to look at him. He was frozen, his arms wrapped around my thighs, holding me open. He was meeting my eyes, but his gaze kept dropping between my legs. His breathing was heavy. He licked his lips. His expression looked something like a starved man staring at a feast. I knew what his face was giving off, and yet I found myself saying, “Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have–”
“Penelope, I am on my knees for you. Seeing you like this, spread in front of me…” He shook his head as if words were lost on him too. “Fuck. You have no clue how long I’ve waited for this.” Echoing the words he’d said on the plane, “Let me show you what you’re worth. Let me fucking worship you.”
Something inside me snapped at that. The sheer desperation in his voice. “Please,” I whimpered. I shouldn’t feel dumbfounded by his words anymore, not after his revelations yesterday. Not after the things he said on the plane. The way he explained to me how he felt. How healwaysfelt. Since day one. It had knocked me the hell off my high horse. I had been disarmed. I had melted. A puddle at his feet. I’d never believed that another person could feel so fiercely about me.
All further thoughts eddied from my mind as he ran one finger up my center, splitting me open. He watched me with delicious concentration as his mouth inched closer. His grip on my thighs tightened, spreading them wider.
His tongue followed the path his finger had just forged, setting my entire body aflame.
Nothing—nothing—had ever felt like this before. I bucked and moaned beneath him. He groaned with approval as he pinned my hips down to the desk. He draped one of my legs over his shoulder, the angle allowing him even deeper. He tasted in me in long, sweeping strokes, until his tongue reached the center of my thighs. He slipped that bundle into his mouth, sucking on it and nipping gently. His tongue pressed flat, then rotated in circles the way his fingers were moving before. Sounds– foreign, inhuman sounds bubbled out of my throat.
I had no control over them.
No control over the buckling of my hips or the trembling of my legs.
His tongue was unrelenting as he slipped a finger inside me. He pumped into me. Once. Twice. Then, added a second finger. I bowed off the table, his mouth pressing into me harder. He curled his fingers, just so slightly, that they hit a wall deep inside me.
His tongue and his fingers moved in swift rhythm. A warmth bloomed and spread throughout my core, building and building as he worked on me relentlessly. Groans of his own would vibrate against that spot, causing me to thrash against him further.
He continued that humming of approval, almost as if he knew the way it felt against that place between my legs. Almost as if he was taunting me with it. He took it between his teeth, snaking his tongue through them to flick rapidly. I could feel the building reaching its breaking point, I could feel the walls cracking within me.
“Carter–” My voice was scratchy, strained from the cries of pleasure.
“Yes, baby. Let me taste you.”
I shattered.
An orgasm tore through me, more intense than anything I’d ever known before. My body fractured, splitting open as that heat spilled out of me. Spilling onto his fingers, his tongue. He continued the pumps of his fingers, until I was sobbing, limp with pleasure. His tongue continued to lap at me until I was spent. Until there was nothing left of me at all.
When I finally had the strength to lift my head, I found him still between my legs, his eyes on mine. Looking past his face, I noticed him adjust himself in his pants. That near sent me into another spiral. He pulled away, wiping his face with his hand to reveal a devilishly feral grin.
He stood, towering over me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the desk so that my hips and his were flush together. Even through his jeans, I felt the hardness of him straining against them. Against me.
“Oh,” I gasped.
His mouth found mine in a clash of tongues, lips, and teeth. He palmed my ass again, scooping me up and turning me around, laying me on his bed. I scrambled back onto the pillows as he unbuttoned his jeans. Even in the darkened room, the contours of his muscles were highlighted in the moonlight peeking through the window. I traced his tattoo with my eyes, the way it meshed into the hardness of his abs. The way his stomach went into a v, disappearing underneath his pants.
Until the pants were removed. My eyes were already there, watching, as he sprang free. I swallowed hard as I took in the size of him. I knew he’d be big. I could feel as much that night in Malibu as I had palmed him through his pants. But feeling and seeing were different.
He was huge. All of him was huge. And beautiful. Andmine.
That last thought must’ve garnered a sound from me because he grunted in agreement. The bed dipped underneath his knee as he crawled onto it, bringing his body over mine. He reached over his nightstand, pulling the drawer open and fishing out a condom. I took the moment to grasp him. I wanted to feel him. The satin skin over the hard as steel shaft. I pumped him a few times, admiring the length. Admiring the way he felt in my hand. The way his body tensed on top of me.
“Mm, Penelope,” he groaned.
He replaced my hand with his as he rolled the condom over him. Knocking my knees wide with his own, he cradled between my legs. He nudged at my entrance, but didn’t push in. I knew he was waiting for my permission. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his head down until his mouth hovered over mine. “Fuck me.”
He moaned into my mouth, his tongue parting it open. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to come before I even get the chance.” He inched in slowly. Pleasure and pain morphed together as I adjusted to his size, stretching open for him. “You’re so tight,” he said, his teeth gritting.
