15. Carter
Carter
F ucking finally.
That was the one thought running though his mind as he explored Cassie’s lips, gently, as though they had all the time in the world. They did.
This felt so right, so simple, yet so strong. His face dipped to her neck and he inhaled eagerly before kissing her there, too, as she moaned in pleasure.
“Don’t make noises like that, Cassie darling. We have a dinner to cook and eat, and a movie to watch. Moan again and we’ll skip right to dessert.”
“Maybe I want dessert.”
Holy fucking shit . Cassie took control, wrapping her legs around his waist, clasping her arms around his neck, and pulling him close, before resuming their kiss; only this time it was hungrier, angrier, deeper, impatient.
Fuck .
She started grinding against him and he just lost it.
His hand went to the waistband of her pants and right between her legs.
Christ, she was drenched. He could just rip them off and dive inside her heat, and he would have, too, if it hadn’t been her, Cassie Franklin, who was, for all intents and purpose, a fucking virgin.
Remembering that particular piece of information should have toned his fervor down, but instead, it completely ignited it.
“Hold on to me.”
He carried her hurriedly, walking around Buddy.
“Sorry, baby dog,” he apologized, before kicking the door of his bedroom closed behind them.
“Last chance to change your mind, Ms. Franklin,” he breathed against her lips, putting her down on his bed, her slightly damp hair on his pillow.
“I’m not changing my mind. Never in a million years.”
Thank heaven and hell for that.
He took a step back to watch her there.
“Fucking perfect.”
“You’re one to talk.”
She seemed to want to add something, but bit it back.
“Come on, now – don’t be shy. Spill it out.”
She got up on her knees and advanced towards him, until she was close enough to reach his tie; pulling it towards her, she got him on the bed while saying, “I want to see you. All of you.”
Her needy voice made his dick throb in his pants.
“There seems to be a shirt in the way. And some pants, too. Do something about it.”
“And if I don’t?” he teased.
The cleverest thing he’d ever said in his life, because her response was to grab his shirt and pull until it ripped open, buttons flying everywhere.
Fuck.
“You’re beautiful.”
It must be a joke, coming from her.
“Remove your clothes for me,” he told her huskily. “If I get my hands on them, they won’t survive as long as my shirt.”
She smirked and took her time to remove her top, first, then her yoga pants. She wore very simple underwear underneath, white practical stuff that seemed so her. Unassuming. Natural.
Cheap. Good. He could destroy cheap without feeling guilty. Ripping them from her took seconds, and then he was looking at the most exquisite pair of breasts he’d ever seen, and a pink pussy glistening under soft blond curls.
That was an invitation he just couldn’t refuse.
“Sweetheart?”
“Yes?” she breathed softly.
“Feel free to beg me to stop. Just know that I won’t.”
And on that note, he started feasting on her nether lips.
Damn, she tasted so sweet, spicy and feminine.
“Ahhhhh.”
He laughed against her; he’d just gotten started.
His fingers joined his tongue, teasing, coaxing, pinching, ignoring the way she scratched his back and asked for pity, screaming his name at the top of her lungs.
“Pleaaaaase!”
Finally, she came apart, her juices coating his chin.
Carter removed his trousers and placed himself at her entrance, hovering there for a little while.
“Are you ready for me, Cassandra Franklin?”
She nodded slowly, her eyes wide.
“Speak.”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Yes, what?” he asked, gliding his dick against her clit.
“Please, do it.”
“Do what?”
He was teasing her and enjoying every second of it. So was she.
“Please put your fucking monster cock inside me this instant, or I may have to castrate you, Carter Harris!”
They both laughed; how crazy was that? He’d never associated sex with laughter before. Or with… any of what he was feeling right now.
Wet as she was, he went in easily at first, but Christ, the woman was tight as fuck, gripping him firmly.
He breathed out with difficulty, willing his balls to cooperate. It wouldn’t do to embarrass himself and come right away. He pushed his hips out and back in a little further, again and again, until finally he was lodged to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass at each thrust.
God, she felt so good. So soft, so wet… Nothing had ever been as good as this before.
Suddenly, he realized why.
“Shit. Are you on any contraception?”
He never forgot condoms. Never. Today, he had.
Why wasn’t he freaking out? Why wasn’t he stopping his hips from bringing them both closer to the brink at a maddening rhythm?
“No,” she replied, as her fucking pussy tightened even more around him. Shit, so close.
“I can pull out.”
It was going to take everything out of him, but he could. Possibly. Maybe.
“Say fuck it,” he told her, pounding harder.
“Fuck it!”
Shit . They might be making a child right now. A little Cassie.
“I’m gonna come, Cass. Get there!”
His hand went to her clit, just pushing against it, and she went over the edge right with him.
Fuck .
They stayed there, breathing hard, unmoving, still entangled in every way.
“Carter?”
“Yes?”
“You called me Cass. No one calls me Cass.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I like it.”
Good.
“My Cass.”