CHAPTER FOUR #2
"I think I'll spend every day earning it." I let my fingers trail down her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my touch. "I think I'll worship you the way you deserve. I think I'll make you feel things Barthalomew never could."
"That's a bold claim." But her voice was breathless.
"I don't make claims I can't back up." I leaned in, my lips close to her ear. "Let me prove it."
She turned her head, and suddenly our mouths were inches apart. I could feel her breath, could see the want in her eyes.
"Yes," she whispered.
I kissed her.
The first touch of her lips was electric—soft and warm and perfect. I kept it gentle at first, testing, learning the shape of her mouth. She made a small sound in the back of her throat and pressed closer, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, and she opened for me immediately. Eager. Responsive. Fucking perfect.
I gripped her waist, pulling her flush against me, and she gasped into my mouth. I could feel every curve of her body pressed against mine, could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her dress.
"Summit," she breathed when I broke the kiss to trail my lips down her throat.
"Tell me what you want," I murmured against her skin. "Tell me what he never gave you."
"Everything." Her hands were in my hair now, tugging. "I want everything."
I smiled against her neck and bit down gently, making her gasp. "Then that's what you'll get."
I walked her backward toward the couch, my hands roaming over her body—her waist, her hips, the curve of her ass. She was trembling slightly, and I could feel the tension in her muscles.
"Nervous?" I asked, pulling back to look at her.
"A little." She laughed shakily. "It's been a long time since I've done this with anyone other than—"
"Don't say his name." I cupped her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my eyes. "He doesn't exist here. This is just you and me. Nothing else matters."
She nodded, and I kissed her again—harder this time, more demanding. I wanted to erase every memory of Barthalomew's mediocre touch, wanted to replace it with something so intense she'd never think of him again.
I sat down on the couch and pulled her onto my lap, straddling me. She settled against me with a soft moan, and I could feel the heat of her core pressed against my cock through our clothes.
"Fuck, you feel good," I groaned, my hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her dress higher. "I've imagined this so many times."
"Have you?" She rolled her hips experimentally, and I gripped her waist to still her.
"Don't tease me unless you want me to fuck you right here on this couch." My voice was rough with need.
"Maybe I do." Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from my kisses.
"Not yet." I slid my hands higher, finding the edge of her panties. "I want to taste you first. Want to make you come on my tongue before I'm inside you."
She shuddered. "God, yes."
I lifted her off my lap and laid her back on the couch, kneeling between her legs. I pushed her dress up to her waist, revealing black lace panties that matched her dress.
"Beautiful," I murmured, running my hands up her inner thighs. "Every part of you is so fucking beautiful."
I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down slowly, watching her face as I exposed her. She was already wet, glistening with arousal, and my cock throbbed at the sight.
"Spread your legs for me," I commanded softly.
She obeyed, her thighs falling open, and I groaned at the view. "Perfect. You're absolutely perfect."
I leaned in and dragged my tongue through her folds, tasting her for the first time. She cried out, her hips bucking, and I gripped her thighs to hold her still.
"Stay still," I ordered. "Let me take care of you."
I licked her again, slower this time, exploring every fold and curve. She tasted like salt and sex and something uniquely her, and I was already addicted. I found her clit and circled it with my tongue, and she moaned my name.
"Summit, oh God—"
"That's it," I murmured against her. "Let me hear you. Let me know what feels good."
I sucked her clit into my mouth, and her hands flew to my hair, gripping hard. I worked her with my tongue and lips, alternating between gentle licks and firm pressure, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her thighs tremble.
"I'm close," she panted. "Summit, I'm—"
"Come for me," I growled against her. "Come on my tongue, Karrie. Let me taste it."
I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that made her see stars, and she shattered. Her orgasm hit her hard, her back arching off the couch, her thighs clamping around my head as she cried out my name.
I worked her through it, licking and sucking until she was trembling and oversensitive, until she was pushing at my shoulders weakly.
"Too much," she gasped.
I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked up at her. She was flushed and beautiful, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
"You taste incredible," I said, my voice rough. "I could do that for hours."
She laughed breathlessly. "I might die."
"What a way to go." I stood and pulled her up with me, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on my tongue. She moaned into my mouth, her hands fumbling with my belt.
"Bedroom," I said against her lips. "I want you in my bed."
I led her to my bedroom—a massive space dominated by a king-sized bed with black silk sheets. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, and the lights below cast a soft glow over everything.
I turned to face her and slowly unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before me in just her bra—black lace that barely contained her breasts—and I took a moment to just look at her.
"You're staring," she said softly.
"I'm memorizing." I reached out and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away. Her breasts were perfect—full and soft, her nipples already hard. I cupped them in my hands, thumbing her nipples, and she gasped.
"Your turn," she said, her hands going to my shirt buttons.
I let her undress me, watching her face as she revealed my chest, my abs, the evidence of years spent in the gym maintaining the body I'd built. When she unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants down, my cock sprang free, hard and thick and already leaking.
Her eyes widened slightly. "Oh."
"Too much?" I asked, a hint of amusement in my voice.
"No." She wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly, and I groaned. "Perfect."
I let her touch me for a moment, savoring the feel of her hand on my cock, before I gently pulled her hand away. "If you keep doing that, this will be over embarrassingly quickly."
I guided her to the bed and laid her down, covering her body with mine. The feel of her skin against mine was intoxicating—soft and warm and perfect. I kissed her deeply, my cock pressing against her entrance, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
"I want you inside me," she whispered. "Please, Summit."
"Condom," I said, reaching for the nightstand.
"I'm on birth control," she said quickly. "And I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone but Bart in years, and he—" She stopped, her face twisting with disgust.
"I'm clean too," I assured her. "Tested regularly. But if you want me to use one—"
"No." She pulled me closer. "I want to feel you. All of you."
I groaned and positioned myself at her entrance, pushing in slowly. She was tight and wet and perfect, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming immediately.
"Fuck, Karrie," I breathed. "You feel incredible."
"More," she gasped. "I want all of you."
I pushed in deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside her. We both moaned at the sensation—the perfect fit, the overwhelming intimacy of being connected like this.
I started to move, slow and deep, watching her face as I fucked her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her hands gripping my shoulders.
"Look at me," I commanded. "I want to see your eyes when you come."
She opened her eyes, and the connection was immediate and intense. I could see everything in her gaze—desire, vulnerability, trust.
"You're mine now," I said, my voice rough with possession. "Do you understand? You're mine, Karrie."
"Yes," she gasped. "Yours."
I increased my pace, fucking her harder, deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out. The bed rocked beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall, and I didn't care. I wanted her to feel this tomorrow, wanted her to remember every second.
"Touch yourself," I ordered. "I want to feel you come around my cock."