That got my attention. “Questions?”
At a time like this, he wanted to play the question game? Really?
“Yeah. Like, how soft the skin is right here.” He rubbed gently on the inside of my thigh, pretty much where it met my vagina. “Do you shave, or do you leave it?”
He finally pressed just the tip of his finger under the elastic, and the expression on his face became more heated. “This side’s bare. I’ll have to do more research in a bit.”
Not giving me a chance to answer and help him out, he used his chin to nudge the neckline of my tank top out of the way.
“What color are your nipples?” Shifting so that he could bite the fabric and use his teeth to pull it farther down until one side was under my breast, he groaned. “Pink. A perfect shade of pink.”
He didn’t say anything else, instead using his mouth on my nipple to flick and tease it with the tip of his tongue. I could confirm that up until that point, the most sensitive they’d ever gotten was when I was due for or on my period, and even then, it was a mild pain instead of a pleasant feeling. I also wouldn’t categorize what he was doing as ‘pleasant’ either, more like outstanding.
With each tug on it and sucking pull, I felt the pressure between my legs building. It also helped that his fingers hadn’t stopped their exploring, at least that was until I dragged my attention back onto what they were doing.
Almost like he knew, he pulled his hand away, making me squeak and open my mouth to beg him not to stop. However, he wasn’t removing it for good, thank God. He’d shifted it so he could push it down the waistband of my panties, giving him full access to my pussy now.
Oh, happy days!
Then, just as he sucked and pulled on my nipple, his finger skimmed between my folds, the dual sensations making me buck my hips as much as I could with him lying pressed against me like he was.
“Jesus, you’re scorching my fingers,” he mumbled, kissing his way across my chest to where the fabric of my top was still covering my other breast. “Baby, this isn’t going to work for me, and with me finally having my fingers on you, I don’t want to move my hand. Pull your top off for me so I can get to your tit.”
It had to be said, the use of the word ‘tit’ might have sounded crass in this situation normally, but with how hoarse his voice was, it sounded sexy to me.
Not even needing a second to make the decision, I pushed my hands between our chests and grabbed the hem, pulling it up and over my head in a matter of seconds and throwing it across the room.
My reward was worth it as he pressed the digit more firmly between my folds, dragging it down until he got to my entrance.
“You’re so slick. Is this for me?”
I didn’t have it in me to talk. It was taking all my concentration just to breathe at this moment, so all I could do was nod.
With a groan, he pressed his finger inside, moving it in deep thrusts before adding another one, their combined width making it feel like I was being stretched.
Moving them in and out and scissoring them slightly, he amped up the pressure building in my lower abdomen before pressing his hand deeper under the panties so that his thumb could circle my clit.
“I’m trying to decide if I’m going to make you come like this or with my mouth on you. What do you think, Naomi?”
The brutally honest answer to that question was: not much. It was nigh on impossible for me to think when Carter was doing what he was doing while he sucked on my nipples. It was sensory overload, but what I was feeling was so new and awesome that I didn’t want to waste any energy or effort thinking about anything.
To put it bluntly, I wanted a Carter orgasm. I had a feeling they’d be spectacular and like nothing any woman had ever experienced before unless she was super lucky.
Bending my legs, I braced my feet on the mattress, using the purchase to grind more and press down against his fingers when the need took me. I was just reaching the cusp of my orgasm, that teeny tiny thread that needed to snap for me to come right in front of me when he growled and began to move.
It took a second for my brain to catch up with what was going on because I’d been so focused on coming, and then I was being moved, the room spinning for a whole new reason this time—because he’d flipped me onto my stomach.