Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
When I emerged from the bathroom with a towel around me and my hair still damp, Carson was sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through his phone, still clad in nothing but his towel.
He glanced up from his phone, his gaze raking down my body. “Come here.” An excited flush prickled my skin. I’d thought about there being time for more sex later, but this was later. Wasn’t it? Sure was.
I approached him slowly and sat down on his lap, my back facing his chest, and then I pulled my legs up over his and stretched them out. Carson wrapped his arms around me and then swept my hair to the side and leaned down and nuzzled my neck, tracing my ear with his nose. I sighed, my nipples hardening and heat swirling through my belly at his simplest of touches.
I felt him swell and lengthen beneath me, a heady reminder that he was affected by me too. The knowledge made me bolder and I rotated my ass slowly over his growing erection. He moaned. “God, Grace, that feels so good.”
He opened my towel and palmed my breasts, squeezing them gently and then rubbing his thumbs on my hardened nipples. He seemed to not only know exactly where to touch me, but in what combination…what pressure to use, how fast to stroke. I’d heard the phrase, “he played me like a fiddle,” before, and now I knew exactly what it meant. It made me smile.
“What’s funny?” he asked, obviously having heard my mouth move, or maybe he felt it against his cheek.
“This,” I said. “Not funny though, good.” His thumbs flicked my nipples again and I moaned and was rewarded by the feel of his cock jumping beneath me. My sounds of pleasure turned him on. I loved that. I loved everything about this—the way he touched me, the way he reacted to my pleasure, his scent, his sexy voice, the feel of his body under mine. I moaned again when he pinched my nipples gently and then pressed upwards against my ass.
He played with my breasts for a few more minutes as he kissed my neck from behind and I rubbed my ass against him. We were both breathing hard now, the humming sound of the air conditioner and our gasps and moans the only things filling the room. It felt like electricity was running through my veins, sending hot bolts between my legs.
He reached his hand down and ran a finger between my folds. “Jesus, you’re wet, baby. Is all that for me? So I can slide right in? Tell me, Grace.” His voice was thick, raspy.
One finger hit my spot and started circling slowly.
“Yes,” I breathed out. “For you. Ahhh. Don’t stop.”
“For who, buttercup?”
“For you, Carson, for you.” I was panting unabashedly now, aching for him.
“That’s good.” He pressed his swollen length against my ass. “Is this what you want, Grace?”
“Yes, yes,” I panted. I grabbed the towel and yanked it out from underneath me so that I could get closer to him.
He chuckled. “You’ll get it. I’m gonna give it to you, baby, but first you have to do something for me.”
He continued fingering my clit with one hand and flicking my nipple with the other.
“What? Yes. I’ll do it. What do you want me to do?” I’d do anything if he’d relieve me, if he’d fill the terrible, achy void.
I felt his grin against my shoulder as his finger sped up. “I want you to promise me you’ll say my name when you come. I want to hear you scream it. Will you do that?”
“Yes, okay, yes.” I was delirious with need now. I’d scream out anything he asked me to. I didn’t know why he wanted that, and in that moment, I didn’t care.
“Okay, good.” He removed his hands from me and I made a gasping sound of loss. “Shhh. I gotta keep you safe, Grace.” He reached into the bedside table drawer, where he apparently threw some condoms at some point, and grabbed one. Then he tore it open with his teeth. “Turn around,” he said gently, and as I did, he slid the condom down his length.
I stared at his stiff cock jutting straight up and licked my lips in anticipation. He sat up a little bit straighter against the pillows in front of the headboard and said, “Come down on top of me.” His voice was strained and his eyes were unfocused. “If you don’t like it this way, we can do something else.”
My breath released. But I wasn’t scared. I was so turned on, I was willing to try just about anything. I leaned up and then sunk down on him, taking just the tip inside of me. We both gasped in pleasure. Our eyes met and for a moment we simply stared at each other, something that felt hot and heavy moving between us. Our shared arousal, maybe, but it felt like more than that too. I was just too delirious with need to define it. He dropped his head back. “Oh, God, that’s it, baby, more, please,” he grunted.