just…shut up.
As if Carter could read my mind, knew I was nervously babbling away to distract myself from the fact that he was kissing and touching me, he brought his mouth to mine, our lips moving together as he licked into my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine as he brushed his palm across my ankle, up my calf, and along the inside of my thigh. He ran his hand along the edge of my panties, pulling the fabric aside so he could slide his fingers along my slit.
I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth, which made Carter let out a low, rumbling laugh. He had me and he knew it.
“Where do you want my mouth?” he asked, reaching up and plucking my nipple between his fingers, giving it a firm pull that made me gasp. “Here?” he said, kissing along the swell of my breast.
“Yes,” I breathed.
While his mouth was busy, he teased me with his hands, pressing his fingers against my heated flesh, right where I was wet and ready for him. I bucked my hips against his palm, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more anything, but all that did was make him pull back. He was such a bastard the way he made me want more.
“Here?” he said, sliding his stubbly chin down the valley between my breasts, then taking the lace cup of the other side of my bra between his teeth and pulling it down before taking my nipple into his mouth.
I nodded and sighed. I think I might’ve said yes with actual words, but that part’s not so clear.
And then he sunk down to his knees and ran his hand down my leg that was propped up against the elevator railing. He kissed his way from my ankle to the inside of my thigh, stubble rubbing against my sensitive skin, his lips leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Here?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the inside of my knee.
“Mmm…higher.”
Carter laughed. “Patience.”
Then he slid his hands up my other leg, smooth caresses that both relaxed and aroused me. How did he manage to have such an effect by just rubbing circles on my skin? My leg started shaking, my nerves and excitement just too much to hold me up, and I leaned back against the wall.
“I’m gonna fall,” I said, kind of breathy. I felt like I should’ve been embarrassed, that a man I’d known for such a short time had such a hold on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. He was making me feel too good for me to care.
“I’ve got you.” Carter took the leg that was barely managing to hold me upright and slung it over his broad, muscled shoulder as he gripped my skirt and pulled it taut to the side, giving him full access and me an unimpeded view of what he was doing to me.
He disposed of my panties with a firm tug, and I didn’t even care, just swiveled my hips to get closer to his mouth, waiting for him to tease me, but it never happened. He placed gentle, sweet kisses to the crux of my thighs, then licked my slit, laving his tongue against my clit, driving me higher and higher with gentle licks and sucks and kisses. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he slid two fingers inside of me, crooking them in time with his licks, leaving me breathless. I gripped the back of Carter’s head as my own head lolled back against the wall and I closed my eyes and just let myself feel . I brought my hand down to grip at his fist, the fabric of my dress bunched between his fingers. I leveraged my weight against his shoulders, moving in time with his mouth. The pleasure built up like the tide inside of me, small waves getting bigger and bigger, lapping against my skin.
“Ah,” I cried, “I’m gonna…I’m…”
I couldn’t get the words out, but he understood, altering his rhythm, licking slow circles around my clit, twisting and pumping his fingers in time with my heavy breaths until I tensed around him, moaning as I came, all the blood in my body rushing to where his mouth met my skin.
Carter kept rubbing my thighs and I caressed the back of his head as I came