44. Eye Contact
Eye Contact
CARTER
“Good.” I rumbled. “It turns me on too.” I lowered and kissed every available inch of bare skin from Sara’s lips to her waistband until she was trembling.
In the process—exposed in the broad daylight, I discovered a jagged scar on her lower stomach, and I brushed my thumb over it gently, eyes narrowing. “What’s this from?”
Eyes squeezed shut, she squirmed beneath me breathlessly before she finally got the words out. “I had an ovarian cyst removed.”
“Laparoscopic?” I asked, and she nodded quickly, as I left a soft kiss there. “I didn’t know.” I hummed, holding her a little tighter.
“Outpatient, one-day thing at Montclair.” She panted as I swept my tongue over the scar and then lower, making her practically whine, “ Carter. ”
I hooked my fingers into her stretchy yoga pants. “Do I have your enthusiastic permission to remove these?” I murmured with a smug grin, even while I watched her closely.
“Yeah.” She nodded breathlessly. “Always.”
“You know the rules. You want to stop at any point. We do.” I slowly dragged the soft fabric down her legs, trying to steady my own breath as I gave a tug at each of her feet, releasing her.
I threw the stretchy thing across the cockpit.
“We won’t be needing those for quite some time.
” I grinned, knowing the pilot was just making long loops in the air, killing time?—
It was me! I was the pilot! And I’d never loved it so much as I did right now.
“Carter?” She suddenly propped herself up on her elbows, and I immediately halted.
“If you think I taste gross, just—” She couldn’t find the words, and I tried to give her a minute, to let her speak, but I honestly couldn’t bear to let her finish the thought.
“Nothing about you is gross, and I want you to stop saying that about yourself.” I rasped, heartbroken, as I gripped the base of her skull and kissed her hard, hoping she’d finally believe me.
“Baby, I can promise you, this is a feast I’ve been thinking about consuming for a very long while now. ”
A breathless, “Really?”
“Uh yeah.” I nodded, eyeing the matching red lace underwear and the damp spot currently waiting for me.
“Please don’t be weird if you think I taste bad.” She pleaded as I descended.
“It’s not going to be a problem, but if it makes you feel better—I promise, I won’t be weird. ” I shook my head, we were definitely going to have to work on that one.
“Thanks.” she said hilariously formally as she stared up into the sky.
“You may want to save your thanks for later.” I panted as I dragged the soft lace down her legs, flinging it against the window like a slingshot, earning me a nervous little laugh. “You’re not getting those back, by the way.” I warned, sinking into the captain’s chair.
She swallowed hard as I lowered my shoulders between her legs and pushed her thighs apart. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” Her voice was wafer-thin.
“Good, because I’m keeping those as a souvenir.” My breath caught in my throat as I took her in, fucking gorgeous, utterly soaked, and fluttering desperately for me. “Baby,” I groaned, “Is this all for me?” The smell of her alone was nearly enough to make me lose it.
“Mhmm.” She squirmed as I lifted a knee over my shoulder and pressed a kiss to the inside of it.
“You’re safe with me.” I murmured, inching my way up her leg. “Always.”
“I know.” She rasped as I kissed a path up to her inner thighs, loving the show as she quivered beneath me, glistening.
“Look at you, already squirming.” I hummed with a chuckle, moving closer and closer to the main attraction. I watched her when I finally brushed my lips over her shiny, swollen clit, and it earned me a sharp gasp before she immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, covering a strangled cry.
“No, sweetheart, I want to hear you.” I hummed possessively as I immediately pulled her arm down. “I want to hear how good I make my girl feel. Let me have this.” I begged.
“Oh, fuck, Carter.” She whimpered, writhing under me when I licked a wide path up her center. “That feels incredible.”
“Atta girl. Keep using your voice.” I rasped, relishing in the flutter of her against my tongue as I went to work, worshipping her body with my mouth. “You know how fucking sexy you are, laid out like my own personal buffet, with the sky as your tablecloth?”
“Holy shit.” She gasped, hands flying to the glass above her as I devoured her ruthlessly.
“Yeah?” I crooned, lips glistening. “What about this?” I slid two fingers inside of her, cock twitching at how easily they slid in, at how tight and warm she was.
Her hands speared into my hair, pulling hard. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
“God’s not coming to save you now, Sarafina.” I warned, licking my lips. “You’re all mine, but I promise I’ll take you straight to heaven. ”
“Y-yes.” She moaned as I razed my teeth over her clit and then soothed it with my tongue.
“You like that?” I threaded one hand around her leg and pressed on her stomach, meeting my fingers inside her.
She was so fucking beautiful. My undoing.
I never wanted the moment, the taste of her on my tongue to end, because as much as I wanted to be inside of her—I loved learning her body like this, loved taking my time with her.
I paused, feeling quite greedy. Like gollum. We wants it, we needs it, so why shouldn’t we haves it? I pressed my tongue to my cheek while my fingers continued, “Eyes on me.” I rasped the command.
“What? Carter, please.” She gasped, frustrated, teetering just at the edge of release and looking too damn breathtaking and innocent while I held her there, begging—with a beautiful striated cloud in the background, framing her like a priceless painting.
She was priceless, and I certainly loved painting my face with everything between her legs.
“I’m feeling pretty damn greedy right now, and I want to watch while you surrender to me, pretty girl.” This beautiful, strong girl, who had walls of her own, had dropped them for me, and I didn’t want to blink, didn’t want to miss a single minute of it. “Come on, brown-eyed girl, let’s see em.”
“Carter.” She slammed her eyes shut as I dragged a languid stroke of my fingers against her fluttering inner walls.
“Open your eyes, pretty girl, or I’ll stop.” I hummed, dragging again, grinning as she shuddered and then complained a moment later when I paused. “Can’t help myself with you.” I shrugged greedily, her legs rising over my shoulders with the motion.
Desperate for me to keep going, her heavy-lidded eyes met mine, lusty, nervous, and surrendered. When I resumed the slow drag of my fingers inside her, her lips parted in ecstasy, eyes filled with everything I needed as I watched her. Heart to heart, soul to soul.
For long minutes, I alternated between sucking and stroking, just watching her body respond. Paying attention to what exactly made her eyes slam shut and arch her back with desperate need. Just exploring her, never wanting the moment to end.
But when she was breathless and begging, with a sheen glittering across her skin, I let my girl have it. Legs shaking on either side of my ears, she went soft and wild, surrendered, and powerful all at once as she began to unravel.
For me.
Her lips parted in a silent cry, and her eyes squeezed shut as she spasmed around my fingers, letting me know my cock would be a tight, perfect fit.
I pulsed against that inner wall, leaving long, firm strokes that met the flat palm of the hand on her stomach. I sucked her sweet clit into my mouth, tasting, as she gave me everything—as she arched with an exhausted, broken scream.
Beautiful. Undone. Mine.
She was trembling, still whimpering those fucking little sounds when I finally withdrew my fingers.
And I just couldn’t help myself as I slid my glistening fingers into my mouth one by one and sucked all of my hard work clean.
“Fucking delicious, sweetheart.” I leaned forward and slid a finger into her mouth, pressing down on the pad of her tongue.
“Taste that?” I asked. “I can’t get enough of it. ”
Her eyes flared as she wrapped her pert lips around my fingers and sucked like the good girl she was, and damn if I didn’t imagine that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock. All in good time.
“You did so good.” I crooned, moving a few strands of hair that were sweat-slicked to her neck—just then a quiet alarm started beeping. “Hold on.” I kept my hand planted against her stomach, keeping her in place.
Sara’s mouth tugged up. “It’s okay. I could use a minute to recover.”
“Don’t move.” I instructed, listening to the radio .
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She grinned, lying spread open, swollen, used, and every bit angelic.
As I listened to the radio, I felt like my heart was being shredded into little pieces. “Sweetheart, I’ve got some bad news.” I swallowed hard. “My assignment got moved up, I have to take you home tonight.” The whole special weekend I had planned, went straight out the window. No parachute.
Her face fell. “Now?”
“Yeah,” I murmured, “I’m so sorry.” I had wanted to take her to The FlatHatter, and introduce her to some of my buddies. The only people who could really know we were together. I wanted to show her off a bit. Was dying to, actually.
“Don’t be.” She said as I carefully pulled her off the dash. She sank into the copilot chair. “It’s not your fault, and I’m really glad I got to see you one more time before you left, even if it’s only for a few hours.” She tried to sound cheerful.
“Yeah, me too.” I nodded emptily. “Hey, while I’m thinking about it, grab my bag over there.
” I nodded to the corner as I shifted my attention back to flying the plane, turning it around.
“Can you grab my wallet in the front pocket?” She quickly handed it to me, and I dug out a thick black credit card. “Here, this is for you.”
“Why are you giving me your credit card?” She puzzled.
“It’s not my credit card.” I smirked. “It’s yours.”