Yanking my hips up, so my ass was in the air, he tugged my panties down until they were at my knees. I’d always wanted to try this position with my ex, but our lives at the time hadn’t allowed for us to be overly adventurous with sex, so we never had. Now that I was in it, I wasn’t sure what to think or how to feel, knowing Carter could see areas of my body I kind of didn’t want him to see. Ever.
That wariness disappeared when he spread the lips of my sex, and I felt a hot breath hit it before his tongue swiped firmly between my folds.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long. I’ve wanted to lick you”—he did just that—“and push my tongue inside you.”
Every single thing he listed, he followed up by doing. As Jacinda would probably say—he was a man who didn’t make false promises or empty statements. Hallelujah! He was a rare breed.
As the tip of his finger entered me again, I pressed my forehead deeper into the mattress, doing my best not to moan out loud.
“She’s not here, baby,” he whispered, sounding like sin personified. “You can let go and moan.”
Because he was right, on the next press of his finger inside me, the rough pad of the digit skimming over a spot inside me that made it impossible for me not to moan, I let rip. This time, he worked quickly, easing a second digit in on the subsequent withdrawal. Because he hadn’t gone further than that last time, I waited for the previous scissoring to happen again, but this time he took me by surprise by adding a third finger to the mix. I felt stretched to the max, but it didn’t hurt. It was a fullness that felt delicious.
I don’t know if he pressed hard on that spot inside me on purpose, but as soon as it happened, I choked out a cry and came, losing all of my senses apart from registering the feelings exploding in my abdomen.
That’s why I didn’t realize he’d moved until I felt roughly an inch of something thicker and less bendy than his fingers inside me. If I’d thought his fingers were good, even just a scant inch of his cock was better.
“You’re going to wreck me,” I breathed, gasping in oxygen, and blinking away the bright flashes of light that filled my vision when I found the strength to open my eyes again.
Carter stopped moving. “I’ll go slowly. I swear.”
It was hard to do, but I managed to shake my head with my forehead still on the bed, ignoring the fact it’d make my hair go back to scary limits again. “That’s not what I mean. If the small amount of you I’ve got inside me feels as good as it does, I’m never going to be the same after I feel all of you.”
“Is that bad or good?”
“Probably both,” I admitted. “But if you stop, I’m going to have to kill you, and I’ve got red hair. Orange would look like shit on me.”
His hand swept from the base of my spine up to my neck as he leaned over me until his mouth was next to my ear. “I won’t stop, so you don’t have to worry about the orange problem.”
Unable to stop myself from doing it, I reached forward, bracing my hand on the headboard, and slowly pushed back against him, taking a bit more of him and exhaling on a groan. It was a good one, but holy shit, I felt full.
Carter’s breath puffed against the skin of my right shoulder blade where he was resting his forehead, but then he withdrew until just the tip was inside me and thrust forward with more speed and force than previously. If I hadn’t had my hand braced on the headboard, I probably would have moved with it, but thankfully the resistance helped prevent that, meaning I got even more of his length.
Repeating the move a couple more times, I stayed braced until I felt his balls hit my clit as his crotch met my ass cheeks. Granted, I’d only had one sexual partner before this, but nothing—not one thing—that we’d done together had felt like this.
My walls spasmed around his length of its own volition, this time making Carter groan as I gulped in a breath, relieved I’d managed to take all of him, but also on the cusp of coming again, just from him entering me. That wasn’t normal, was it?
“I can feel you heating up and your walls clenching,” he ground out. “You gonna come for me, baby?”
He left out the word already, and I appreciated that. It might be the truth but being conceited had no place in this right now.
Instead of answering him verbally, I reared back and got up so that I was on my knees only, my back resting against his front as his arms came around me.