33. Palms Down Ass Up 2.0
SARAFINA
I gasped when Carter suddenly gripped my ankles and pushed my knees forward, forcing my ass up into the air as he dragged my legs wide open, baring me to him completely.
“Fuck.” Carter muttered to himself as cool air hit my already swollen clit and whatever else was now exposed to him. I tried not to think about it.
Before I could close my legs even a little, or protest that he couldn’t possibly want my ass in his face, Carter’s knees slid between mine, anchoring me wide open, as he settled in behind me.
“I could take a fucking bite out of you.” He groaned, but added quickly.
“But I won’t, not tonight anyway.” This position had me exposed in every way possible, and I tried to steady my breathing.
Thank God I’d waxed. “Doing okay?” Carter checked in, his hand skating up my back, to the nape of my neck, like a solid, reassuring weight, before he brushed my hair out of my face.
“Mhmm.” I swallowed hard.
“Sara?”
“I trust you.” I said, remembering he wanted full words.
“Good.” He hummed. “You’re safe with me.” I knew he could see as my core tightened, fluttering in response to his words. “We can stop at any time.”
“Please don’t.” I lilted, already desperate and needy for another release, as his breath dusted over my skin like a promise.
He chuckled, toying with me a bit. “Pretty girl, do you know why you’re on your stomach now?”
I gasped when I felt the toy dragging up my inner thigh. “Why?” I choked out.
“So you can scream into the sheets without waking up the neighbors. ” He murmured in my ear with a wicked chuckle. “I love how vocal you were about twenty minutes ago, but we wouldn’t want to get caught now, would we?”
I rolled my eyes, knowing he was right. “Carter?”
“Yes, sweetheart?” His hands skated over my skin.
“Fuck you.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I plan to.” Heat rushed through me as he dragged the toy over my ass, and then down, just barely avoiding the place where the sun doesn’t shine.
Which confirmed that he did in fact have a bird's-eye view of everything . I wasn’t sure exactly how I felt about that, but I didn’t have time to think about it as he slid the toy against my already drenched vulva and I cried out, burying my face in the sheets.
I whimpered as he traced around everything for long enough that I was desperately pushing my ass into the air, trying to get that contact on my clit again. Anytime he got even remotely close—it was enough to make me beg.
He’d almost let me have it and then he’d pull back slightly, humming when I pushed my hips higher, higher, higher, chasing the contact I desperately needed. “Look at you.” He rasped. “So fucking greedy.”
I gave in and begged desperately, as if I had any control over it at all.
Carter chuckled and obliged, sliding the toy against me several times as I moaned into the sheets. And then he went back to teasing until I was rocking back, desperate for penetration, desperate for release, desperate for anything he’d give me.
I pushed my hips back in unabashed request. “Carter.” I begged. “Please.” The unravelled sound of my voice shocked me.
“Are you going to take it like the good girl I know you are?”
Fuck me. “Yes,” I whimpered into the sheets as he circled my clit, making me physically tremble.
“I know you are,” he purred and slid the tip of the toy into me just barely.
I gasped, the sound muffled as it turned into a needy moan. “More.” I demanded, and he slowly slipped it in a little further, stretching me carefully as I moaned into the mattress.
“You should see yourself.” He murmured, “The way you’re taking this fucking sparkler, the way your perfect pussy is wrapping around it, sliding over it.” He groaned, muttering a curse, while he continued to work me excruciatingly slowly.
“More, I need more, Carter.” I begged.
“Whatever you need, baby.” His free hand gripped the crease of my hips, guiding me with that hand while he speared me with the other. He thrust the toy a little further each time, until he began to brush against that place, deep inside me.
“Oh, God.” I cried out as he thrust harder. “Yesss.” I rocked my hips back to meet each thrust, my ass tilted up in the air as I begged for more, more, more.
“I need you to tell me if this gets too intense.” Carter instructed. “I’m not inside you, and I can’t feel if this is too deep.”
“More.” I blubbered into the sheets as the toy swept over that spot again.
Carter’s chuckle was a dark rumble. “As you wish.”
His knuckles slapped against my clit with every thrust of the toy, and the ache inside me was growing near unbearable. “Faster.” I begged, growing more exhausted by the second.
“That’s my girl.” Carter said, picking up the pace. “All you have to do is ask.” Suddenly, I flinched as pain mixed with my pleasure. “Too far?” He quickly paused.
“A little.” I panted. “Don’t stop though. Please, for the love of God, don’t stop.” I could feel his body shake with laughter behind me, but I didn’t care as he started up again.
He shifted my hips, and the next thrust just barely bottomed out, full and rough, still stealing my breath as he swept over that spot, but it was no longer painful. “Better?” Carter attentively asked.
I nodded, breathless and unable to get the words out, as he brushed against that spot again and again. I was sweaty, and growing exhausted by the second as that coil built. My throat was raw from the sounds I didn’t even realize I was making, didn’t recognize at all.
“Seeing you like this, I wish I could taste you.” Carter rumbled, his other hand slipping between my thighs. “Maybe next time I will.” He threatened, and I nearly screamed when his thumb almost swept over my clit. He still hadn’t touched me with anything but the toy.
I was crying, practically sobbing as I let go, letting him take everything I’d been holding onto and turn it into exactly what I needed.
His voice was rough and low, the timber like I’d never heard before as his lips brushed the shell of my ear, as his teeth tugged on my earlobe.
“Part of me wants to draw this out as long as possible so I can stare at your perfect pussy for another hour.” He panted and drew the toy out so fucking slowly.
“So I can watch you pink, and wet and desperate.” He circled my entrance, stretching me, and I whimpered into the sheets.
“C-Carter.” I begged.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
I spasmed as the tip filled my entrance, and desperate to be full again, I pushed my hips back.
He asked again, “Do you have any idea?” Thrust.
I screamed into the sheets as he drove the toy against my G-spot .
“Answer me, pretty girl,” Carter rasped into my ear, but a strangled cry was all I got out. “I know.” He murmured and drew the toy out. “I know.” Thrust.
I screamed as those spots began to speckle my vision again.
My ass was in the sky, my face buried in the sheets, every part of me was sticky, or sweaty, and every part of me was on fire.
The smell of him, the feel of him, how erotic what we were doing was.
And I was so fucking close to a wildly different kind of orgasm than I’d ever had before.
I was desperate to find that release, desperate to fly down the mountain he’d so diligently carried me up.
“You’re doing such a good job.” Thrust.
“You should see how well you’re taking this.” Thrust.
“I can’t help but wonder what you’d look like taking my cock instead of this toy.” Thrust.
I might have screamed. “Carter,” I begged, voice raw. “I want you .” I wanted his skin on mine, wanted him inside me, needed to feel him claiming me, fucking me, worshipping me. Wanted the weight of him to bring me back down to earth.
“I know.” He panted, and it was almost a whimper. “But this is why we made the rules, so we didn’t get caught up in the heat of the moment and do something you’d regret.”
Why, oh why, had I dared him to fuck me with the dildo and not just slept with him like a sane person? “Please.” I cried, desperate to undo my stupid mistake. “ Please, I need you. ”
He was breathless as he asked, “Can I touch you with my hands, Sara?” Thrust.
The way my back arched, desperate for just that—whatever I said was merely a strangled sound.
“Use your words.” Carter chuckled, but the sound was practically predatory.
“Y-yes.” I panted.
“What do you say?” Thrust.
I screamed. “C-Carter.” I whimpered desperately. Thrust .
“ Where are your manners, sweet girl?” He hummed a melodic caress wrapping around me. “I’ve never known you to be so demanding.”
I cried into the sheets as his fingers trailed up my inner thighs. “P-P-Please.” I begged.
“There it is.” He murmured, rough and soft all at once, his voice like dark velvet, the sheets hardly muffling my screams when his fingers finally brushed over my clit. Thrust.
“That’s my girl.” He rasped, low and controlled, but there was something dark and wild underneath—his voice was a command that I had no other choice but to obey as I started to black out.
“Now be a good girl for me and wash my hands with your holy water, make a mess all over my fingers and come for me, baby.” Thrust.
Stars speckled the darkness behind my eyelids.
I was putty in his hands.
I was nothing and everything all at once.
I had no idea if I screamed or cried, or made a fool of myself as the orgasm of all orgasms began to descend down on me.
Warmth like I’d never felt before began to unravel in my core, and everything in me went tight and desperate.
In that moment, I would have sold my soul for the release that was on the precipice of descending down on me.
The feeling of his body hovering over mine, the feeling of his breath on my skin, the smell of his sheets, his cologne in my nose.
The feeling of that spot deep inside me, waking up from a long slumber I hadn’t known it was taking.