FOUR CARTER #2
“Are you sure about this?” I ask as she kicks off her shoes and reaches under her left arm to slide a hidden zipper down her side. The fabric falls silently down her body, making her intentions crystal clear.
Heat courses through me as I watch her bare all that pale skin kissed by Nevada’s sun. My hands tremble slightly, anticipation thrumming in my veins.
Her fingers deftly unbutton my shirt, pushing the fabric off my shoulders, and it falls to the floor, forgotten. “More than anything,” she breathes, her voice low and husky. “Even though I don’t know your name... I feel this connection.”
“Me too,” I confess, my heart hammering against my ribs as I step up to her, bridging the gap between us. “Have you ever done this before?”
Her eyes dance with mirth. “Have sex? Yes.”
“I meant on the first date.”
“Were we on a date? I thought we just met at a bar.”
“Okay, then have you ever had sex with a man you just met at a bar?”
Her lips pinch together. “No. This would be a first.”
“So I want to ask again… are you sure?”
She blinks those long lashes slowly as she peers up at me. “Very. Now let’s stop talking,” she says before she runs her wet tongue over her bottom lip seductively.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, my voice a rough whisper.
“Show me how much you want me,” she challenges, her eyes locked on mine, sparking with that same fiery desire.
I pull her flush against me, her hard nipples grazing my chest, the contact sending a zing of arousal through my body.
Our lips crash together, all teeth and tongue tasting the tequila from her breath and the pure adrenaline of the moment.
My hands roam over her, mapping the curves I’ve been dying to explore all night.
“Fuck...” The word slips out, raw and laden with all the lust I feel.
Her hands work fast, unbuckling my belt, unzipping me, and freeing my dick from the confines of my boxers. I kick off my pants, my last piece of restraint dropping away with them.
Her gaze is glued to my arousal, and I have to admit, it does the ego good seeing her eyes widen, her nostrils flare, to watch her throat work as she swallows.
“Say it again,” she demands breathlessly.
“Say what?”
“That swear word.”
“Fuck?” I groan, giving in to her odd request just as she wraps her tiny warm hand around my cock.
She raises her eyes to meet mine. “That’s exactly what I want you to do to me.
Now.” Then she launches herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist as I cup her ass in my hands.
My brain immediately zeros in on the wet heat of her pussy pressed to my lower stomach, and my cock strains upward, greedy to slip inside where it knows nirvana awaits.
We stumble into the room as we devour each other amid whispered promises and dirty words. The softness of the mattress greets us as we tumble together onto the bed, her nails scoring down my back.
I roll so I won’t squish her, and once she’s on top, she straddles me, her eyes never leaving mine. I spot the twin pink splotches high on her cheekbones. Her eyes are slightly glazed, and her breathing comes in little puffs. I can smell her sweet musk, and it makes my mouth water.
“Condom,” I gasp out before I accidentally find myself buried deep without protection.
In record time, she jumps off the bed, races to where I dropped my pants, and searches my pockets until she finds my wallet.
When she holds it up, I simply nod, unable to verbally give her permission to rummage until she finds what she’s after.
“Got it,” she says triumphantly, holding it up and skipping back to the bed. She climbs between my legs, ripping open the foil packet with her teeth. “Now hold still.”
I ain’t moving, honey. I’m not sure I’m even breathing.
I know my heart is pounding. I know my cock is weeping.
Kitty is stunning in her nakedness. Watching her breasts bounce with her movements, seeing that bare pussy glistening just for me, knowing in a few seconds I’m going to have it sucking me deep inside.
My nerves are strung like tight wire. I’m biting down on my lip so hard I’m confident I’ll indent my flesh as I watch while she rolls it on me without much finesse, but so damn sexy.
Then she lifts her hips over me and slowly guides me inside, having to stop and start a few times because she’s so damn tight and I’m not that small.
Shit!
Clenching my jaw, I lose myself in the sensation, the heat, the rightness of it.
Once we’re groin to groin, Kitty immediately starts moving up and down.
With her palms flat on my chest, she lifts and lowers, and I slide in and out, the walls of her vagina rubbing along every rigid inch, squeezing me in the most delicious way.
Curling my fingers around her waist, I help her, increasing the pace when her body, murmurs and actions tell me she wants it faster. She maintains constant eye contact as I shift her up and down, faster, and faster, pushing each other higher, chasing the peak.
The world narrows to the sound of our mingled moans, the slap of our bodies slamming together, the slick sheen of sweat, the profound connection that defies explanation. It’s raw and primal but also something deeper.
When she starts to shake, and her eyes roll back in her head, I reach up to pinch one nipple.
With a cry, she explodes around me, her body clutching at mine. She’s stunning to watch, and it takes everything I have to hold off until she’s finished.
The minute she begins to relax, I rear up, slip my arms around her, and roll so I’m on top. Then I lift her one leg and push it back toward her chest, sinking dipper inside.
Her eyes fly open with a gasp.
I start fucking her hard, pumping my hips, rocking my pelvis, and grinding against her pelvic bone.
She wraps her fingers around my arms, nails digging deep, and I drive in and out in fast, deep strokes until the tingling starts at the base of my spine and then shoots straight to my balls.
She’s coming for the second time when I thrust one last time and grunt harshly, my cock jerking with each shot of cum into the latex.
A rush of pleasure that obliterates thought leaves only sensation in its wake.
And I feel all of it—our hearts beating in time, our quest for oxygen working together, the intense knowledge that I’ve never experienced this with any other woman.
I collapse beside her, pulling her close so her head rests on my chest as we breathe hard in the darkness of the room.
“Wow,” she says, the word a soft exhalation against my skin.
“Understatement,” I chuckle, the sound rough and gravelly as I trace light circles on her shoulder with my finger.
“Tonight was... unexpected.” She nuzzles my pec, close to my nipple; my cock is showing signs of interest already.
“Best kind of unexpected. Any regrets?” I’m not sure I want the answer, but I need to know.
“Not a one.” she whispers.
We don’t say anything more; words are unnecessary as we turn toward each other, our lips touching tenderly, as our bodies heat up for round two.
Thank God I have more than one condom in my wallet.