It’s been too long since I smelled his alluring scent, like nothing else in the world. The only way to describe it is as the aroma of Carter Blaine, and I promise you, if they could bottle it up, it would sell like hotcakes. The perfect blend of rosewood, musk, and a body wash freshness.
He twitches as I inhale deeply, enjoying his scent. I know he’s on high alert, sensitive just as I am, so I take my time teasing him as I run my fingernails along his washboard abs and my nose against his shaft.
I’ve never seen Carter squirm the way he does now, and he gives me a new layer of confidence as I take him into my mouth. A groan falls from his lips as he hits the back of my throat. Wasting no time, I bob my head up and down, twisting my mouth around his throbbing cock to push him towards his release.
“Oh fuck! Slow down, baby,” he growls, but I only speed up, adding my hands into the mix, jerking his base while I suck the head vigorously.
“Ashley, I don’t want to cum in your mouth,” he bites out and I realize this will be the first time he can cum in my pussy, and I know I want to feel him deep inside of me, so I slow down, easing him out of my mouth as he sighs with relief.
Moving back up the bed, I’m tackled when I make my way up, Carter diving on top of me as I shriek in surprise, giggles taking over.
“You’re a little temptress,” he growls, obviously happy I didn’t force him to explode in my mouth, although I desperately wanted to taste his salty release.
“I love tasting you even more than you enjoy me,” I remind him, but he rolls his eyes as if that’s nonsense.
We share a long moment looking into each other’s eyes as Carter positions himself between my legs. Our bodies are craving each other more than ever, but there’s a sweet intimacy between us as we revel in the last minutes of build up after waiting so long for this moment.
I’ve dreamed about Carter Blaine since before he even knew I existed. So many nights were spent pleasuring myself to visions of his rock hard abs, or that mischievous grin. He’s told me how captivated he was by me when he first saw me in the strip club, and I’m still able to remember that night in vivid detail.
It’s all finally happening and I think both of us know things between us will never be the same. Carter has announced on his television show many times before that he would only have sex with the woman he plans to marry, and that memory is not lost on me. I’m hyper aware of what this must mean to him, much more than just a sexual encounter. He wants more from me, and I want to give him everything he could possibly dream of.
With his cock pressing against my opening, I take a deep breath. Carter’s eyes are dark and hooded, I think I’ll remember the look on his face for the rest of my life. It’s a look of contentment and excitement, curiosity and anticipation. Our gaze is only broken when I close my eyes as he sinks into my wet pussy, his cock hard and long as he pushes deep.
“Oh God,” he mumbles, his face buried in my neck as his body pumps into my instinctually.
Driving with a strong force, he tears through my velvety flesh. Nothing about any of our sexual encounters has ever made me feel like Carter was a virgin and this is no different. He is moving his body in a wave, rocking into me like a seasoned professional, as my second orgasm builds quickly.
“You feel amazing, baby,” I moan, my hand on the back of his head while my legs wrap around his midsection, both of my ankles clasping at the small of his back.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his body surging into me.
“Only for you, Carter. I’m yours,” I declare, my muscles tight and my mouth salivating as he pounds me just right. He’s already the best experience of my life, but that was to be expected I guess.
“Fuck! You’re so tight and soft,” he groans, his face contorting as he balances himself on his elbows above me.
“I love you, baby,” I moan, gripping him tightly.
“I love you, Ashley. I swear I do,” he promises, our bodies now damp as we both move to meet each other at every thrust, colliding in rhythm and moaning and groaning nonstop.
Reaching up, he holds my hands above my head, and I instantly miss the contact, dying to grip his hair. Without being able to touch him, his pounding is even more severe, the pressure so intense and aggressive. God, it’s just so good. I don’t ever want it to stop.
“Oh, baby! Yes! I’m going to cum!” I yell, my body ready to climax yet again.
“I feel you, baby,” he begins, digging deeper into me with slow long strokes that feel out of this world amazing.
“Yes! Like that, baby! Yes! Carter! Yes!” I yell as the pleasure overflows, and for the first time, my trembling pussy can grip onto that hard, thick cock. It makes the orgasm even better.
“Oh, fuck! You’re squeezing my cock, baby,” he growls while releasing my hands. I quickly wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into me as tightly as I can manage, as he kisses my neck.
“I got you, baby,” he promises and I let him work me over even more.
Our bodies are drenched in sweat as we work together, moving from one end of the bed to the next, chasing our pleasure with unparalleled determination. My legs go from wrapped around him, too high in the air, to even being held by him as he rocks into me hard and fast.
When there’s an opportunity for me to get on top, I flip him again, and straddle him before he can object. He’s so deep from this position, but being able to see him while I work to pleasure him is worth the sacrifice. The blanket falls to my side so that there’s just me, in my nakedness before him.
“I love you, Carter,” I whisper as my hips begin to rock back and forth. Raising onto my knees, I lift and lower myself on his monstrous length, keeping a steady pace while massaging my breasts.
Carter watches me with a lustful glare and I know he’s enjoying the show. Occasionally he’ll groan, or close his eye as the pleasure becomes too much. My favorite is when he reaches up to grip my hip, topping from the bottom as he steers me to where he wants me to go.