He licks his lips and I shudder, feeling my wetness beginning to soak me. His arms are hooked under my knees and in one quick pull, he drags me to the edge of the desk so that my ass is barely hanging on.
Carver drops to his knees, and I groan as I feel his warm breath against my pussy. But before I can even make a sound, his lips are against my clit and I’m crying out, his warm tongue proving way too much for me.
He holds me still, refusing to let me move as his tongue rolls over my clit. I have no choice but to push up and watch the show, because why the fuck not? My fingers knot into his hair as his tongue flicks against my center, teasing me as he slowly moves back and forth, an orgasm already building deep within me. “Oh, Fuck, Carver. Yes.”
His tongue is relentless and his lips are pure evil, but it’s the fingers that push up into me at the same time that has me screaming his name. “DANTE, FUCK.”
My grip tightens in his hair and his tongue only moves faster, his lips sucking harder and his fingers pushing deeper. My legs wrap around his head, my orgasm quickly building to levels I’ve never felt before, and if he’s not careful, I’m going to come all over his face.
His fingers scissor, and I suck in a gasp as his tongue rolls over my clit in a tight circle. My back straightens, my head tips back, and as I feel him smile against my clit, my orgasm tears through me like a tornado, destroying everything in its path.
My pussy clenches down on his big fingers, convulsing and holding him hostage as his tongue keeps working my sensitive clit, letting me ride it out. But fuck, I see no end in sight. It just keeps pulsing through me and wrecking me until I have nothing left to give.
I breathe hard, finding it nearly impossible to bring myself back to earth, and as my orgasm finally eases and my grip on his hair relaxes, Carver stands, bringing us eye to eye. His hand doesn’t leave my pussy, always playing, always teasing.
“That was …”
His lips pull up into one of those dorky half grins as his eyes focus heavily on mine. “Yeah,” he agrees just moments before leaning into me and kissing me deeply, letting me taste my arousal on his lips.
Not nearly done with him, my legs curl around his hips once again and I pull him in closer, not breaking our kiss. My fingers hook into the waistband of his low-riding sweatpants, and I slowly peel them down his hips until his cock springs free and points right at me, daring me to grab hold.
What can I say? I’m not one to skip out on a good opportunity.
I pull away, breaking our kiss, and as my gaze drops, I know the next hour is going to be one of the best of my life. I suck in a breath. I’ve felt his hard cock pressed against me many times before, but nothing compares to this. I feel him watching me as I take in his thickness, the angry, protruding veins leading up to his cut tip. Fierce and demanding, just like Carver.
Fuck. A cock like this needs a name. No, it needs a fucking title. But its title will have to wait because right now, I need him to fuck me until we’re both seeing stars.
I can’t possibly wait a second longer.
I curl my fingers around his hefty length, knowing that if I don’t feel him inside me soon, I might just die. My fingers barely close, and as I slowly move my fist right up to his tip, he shudders beneath me, both of us needing this more than we ever knew.
I get to work teasing him, my thumb roaming over his tip as his eyelids flutter and close, the satisfaction all too much. His head drops to my shoulder, breathing me in, as my other hand raises to his defined back, trailing my nails up and down his spine, and loving the way his skin pebbles with goosebumps from my touch.
Carver’s face turns into my neck and he kisses me there. I tilt my head, opening for more and he doesn’t disappoint. “Fuck, Elodie. I can’t wait any longer.”
My hand circles until my fingers are lightly pressing under his chin and I raise it up, needing his dark eyes on mine. “Then take me.”
His tongue rolls over his bottom lip and everything clenches inside of me. I tighten my hand as I work it up and down his cock and his responding groan is enough to put me right back on the edge.
Carver presses into me, his body firmly up against mine and his hand twining around the back of my neck. I feel him right at my entrance and it takes everything inside myself not to tighten my legs around him and pull him in. “Condom?” he murmurs, his nose trailing over my cheek and making me lean into him, desperately wanting his lips on mine again.