32. Noodles for Legs
Noodles for Legs
SARAFINA
Heart racing, I slid off the bed and stood as Carter closed the space between us in two powerful strides.
“Turn around.” Carter’s jaw flexed as the air filled with thrilling anticipation.
I looked up at him nervously as the intoxicating scent of him enveloped me and heat surged through me.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice filled with quiet calm.
I looked at him for a long moment and knew I did, I trusted him more than anybody in the world, so I nodded yes. “Good. Turn around for me, sweetheart.”
I turned slowly, fingertips tingling, knowing I was handing over my power, giving him the ability to crush me if he wanted to, but I did it anyway. Reckless, stupid, and greedy, I did it anyway.
I stood there, waiting for him, feeling like I was about to combust just at the idea of him touching me. Behind me, I heard a drawer open and close and then, a moment later, the warmth of him was hovering behind me, the heat of his breath on my neck, making me shudder.
Carter slid his wide hand over my stomach and pulled me flush against his strong, solid body from behind.
I clamped down on a moan as he gently fisted my hair and tilted my neck to the side, the caress of his breath at my ear, as he said, “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you all night, pretty girl.
” His voice was gravelly. “Should we lay down some ground rules, seeing as this is technically a dare?”
“Sure.” I instinctively arched back as his lips grazed my neck, leaving me breathless and desperate.
Carter chuckled, and the sound vibrated against me. “To prove my theory, that you aren’t broken—I’m going to use your cute, sparkly little unicorn horn to make you come ten ways to Sunday.” He rumbled. “Agreed?”
“Agreed.” I nodded dizzily. He wasn’t even doing anything yet, and I was already disintegrating under his touch. The power he held over me was thrilling and terrifying. I’d always been susceptible to his charm, his kindness, always been a weakling in that regard.
“And tonight, just so we’re both on the same page, I’m only going to penetrate you with this.” Carter took the dildo from me and tossed it onto the bed. I. Was. Dripping. He stroked my neck, and my eyes fluttered. “Are we agreed? Dildo penetration only?”
Was I dreaming? I must be dreaming. There was no way I was really this bold, this daring, this willing to leap off a cliff, knowing I might splatter at the bottom. “Agreed.” The word came out strangled as I tried to catch my breath.
“Good.” Carter hummed, bringing me back into my body with the simple caress of his fingers over my skin. “Now for the rules.” I whimpered as he nipped at my ear, and his voice was calm and commanding as he began. “You are going to tell me if you want me to stop at any point.”
“Okay,” I breathed, doubting that would happen.
“You are going to tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any point.”
“Carter.” I fidgeted nervously.
His hands came around my body to grip both my wrists and still me. “I want you to feel safe with me, sweetheart. Always. ”
“That’s good.” I practically panted in agreement, though my brain was short-circuiting as his thumb stroked the tender inside of one of my wrists.
“You are going to tell me if there is anything you know you don’t like.” He smelled so damn good, and I dropped my head back against his chest, wondering if my knees might give out beneath me. “Sara, is there anything that’s off limits tonight?” He asked.
I nodded breathily.
“Good.” His nose traced the shell of my ear. “Tell me.”
“I—I don’t want.” I was suddenly afraid of sounding stupid. I’d honestly let this man do anything he wanted to me.
“I’m going to take such good care of you.” Carter’s grip tightened around me, and he kissed the hollow beneath my ear as I swayed. “But in order to do that, I need you to tell me what you’re comfortable with. Can you do that for me, Sara?”
I could hardly think straight, let alone string a sentence together. “I—I don’t want it in my mouth.”
“Good girl.” He murmured against my skin. “Thank you for telling me, and you have my word, I won’t put it in your mouth.”
“Thank you.” I rasped, surprised at the relief that brought me in saying it, the relief I had knowing for certain he’d keep his word.
“You’re welcome.” And then he added, with an arrogant low chuckle, “ But what I will do, is put that rainbow sparkler so deep into your tight, wet pussy—play with you for so long, that you won’t even remember your own name.”
I gasped, fluttering around absolutely nothing at all, realizing Carter was so much dirtier than I’d ever anticipated, and fuck it was hot.
“Are you ready for your first real orgasm?” He chuckled far too confidently.
“I’ve had an orgasm before.” I tried to respond smartly, but my voice came out paper thin, giving me away.
“Not like this, you haven’t.” He murmured, his voice a caress against my throat, and my breasts tightened as he gripped the zipper at the back of my dress. “The last rule is the most important one.”
I hummed in acknowledgement because I could hardly speak. My insides felt like a lava lamp—gooey, crumbling and liquefying all at once. Everything in me was molten, for one thing. Him.
“Most importantly, sweet girl, I want you to tell me exactly what you want and where you want it. Understood?” Carter rasped into my ear. “Communication is key to a mind-blowing orgasm.”
“Okay,” I whispered as arousal literally slid down my thighs. I had no dignity left. None. I was desperate for this man, and I wondered if he knew how badly he could hurt me.
“Are you going to be a good girl and follow the rules?”
“Yes,” I breathed, knowing I would do literally anything he asked of me.
“ Yeah, I know you are. ” Carter rumbled into my ear, and the slow sound of my zipper sliding down was the only sound in the room besides both our heavy breathing.
I shuddered as his fingers trailed over the bare skin of my back, but instead of undressing me immediately, his hand slid around the nape of my neck and everything else disappeared as he claimed my mouth with his.
His body was hard and unyielding behind me, but his mouth was soft and gentle against my own, like his lips were offering me a sensuous, lazy hello.
The kiss was completely unhurried, despite the fact that his grip on me was tighter than it’d ever been—like he was worried I would slip away in the wind if he didn’t hold on tight enough.
Or maybe he just needed somewhere to put all the intensity he was feeling while he kissed me so very gently.
Slowly, he coaxed my lips open and swept his tongue into my mouth, tasting of something familiar and yet not, something I needed more of and something that felt so damn right.
His broad body pressed against mine. Strong, steady, in control, but always listening, each stroke, each touch, a call and response, a sensuous building melody. He groaned when I pushed back against him, and I found that enthralling, the way he responded to my touch.
“You.” He kissed me again. “Are.” He pulled back only for a moment. “Trouble.”
I laughed breathily, but it quickly turned into a moan as he tipped my chin up, igniting a desperate charge between us as he deepened the kiss, almost trembling with restraint as he claimed me, cautiously, carefully—each kiss, each caress coming in waves, giving me time and space to communicate if I needed anything before the next claiming of his mouth on mine.
Carter kissed me so thoroughly , it was literally difficult to stand.
Panting, filled with anticipation and need, I finally ground back on him more freely, feeling his considerable length pressing hard into my lower back like a promise.
I moaned his name, a desperate plea for some sort of release to the tension that had been steadily building between us for months now.
Years actually. And over the last few days, the ache had become excruciating, near unbearable—all of this was either going to lead to the best or worst day of my life.
I was going to be left with everything or nothing at all.
“Still want to do this?” he asked, breath ragged as he reached around me to drag the toy out of the bed.
My heart had never beat faster, skin never flushed hotter, as I took a flying leap off the edge of my cliff, knowing that jump would either save or destroy me. “Make me feel good, Carter.” I rasped and then added with a devious smirk, because I just couldn’t help myself. “If you can.”
He groaned, but it was me who ceased to exist as I became nothing more than desire itself when his fingers slid over my bare skin and then lower.
“Don’t you know, you really shouldn’t say things like that to a man like me?
Tempt me like that. ” His eyes shuttered as he promised darkly, “Keep running your mouth like that and I’ll make sure you don’t remember your name when I’m done with you. ”
And I believed him, but maybe that’s exactly why I breathlessly egged him on—just for the thrill of it. “That’s quite a promise. Will there be a pop quiz? Do we need a control for this hypothesis?” I smirked and started spelling it. “That’s S-a-r-a-f-i?—”
“Pretty girl, you are going to be the death of me.” Carter turned me around to face him, chest rising and falling as he fingered the thin straps of my gown for a beat too long—his expression reverent, and terribly focused.
Lips swollen, I reached up and slid one strap down my arm before he could change his mind. Carter slowly pushed the other strap down, murmuring as my dress slipped down over my body and pooled on the floor around my feet.
His eyes flared, and his voice was rough as he murmured, “So fucking beautiful, Sarafina.” It came out like a simple fact, not even a compliment, and there was nothing but pure adoration in his voice, as he worshipped me with his eyes.