Chapter 14 #2
Carson trailed his tongue up to her shoulder and bit down gently before nibbling up the side of her neck. Allie’s head lulled to the side, granting him greater access. He worked his way up to her earlobe, pulling the skin between his lips and biting down.
Allie turned in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him flush to her body.
Carson sank into the kiss, one hand caressing her naked back and the other fisted her hair as he backed her into the table.
He hooked his thumb into the flimsy fabric of her underwear, pulled it down from one hip to the other, and let it slip to the floor for Allie to kick away.
He leaned into Allie, forcing her to lay back against the cool, hard surface of the table.
Her butt rested on the edge of the table, her legs dangling over the edge.
There was a soft clanking sound as her shoes fell on the floor.
He draped himself over her grinding his cock against her core.
He reached blindly for the cake, wiping his fingers along her collarbone, and then cleaned up the mess with his tongue.
Allie’s legs moved restlessly along the outside of his thighs; she reached up for him, but he restrained both of her hands in one of his.
Allie tested the bonds by flexing her hands.
He glanced up at her, noting there was no sign of panic on her face.
Her breathing sped up as she arched away from the table.
He loved the power of control she gave over to him. Trusting him to take care of her.
His fingers coasted over her nipple and licked up the mess he left behind. His tongue swirled around the pert nipple before pulling back on it with his tongue.
Allie cried out, and he immediately released her fearing he had hurt her. “Don’t stop,” she wailed.
It hadn’t been a cry of pain, but one of pleasure.
He dipped his fingers in the cake again and smeared it across the other nipple.
There was less frosting and more cake at this point, but he didn’t care.
He sucked up the crumbles and cleaned up the icing as he gave the other nipple the same attention as the first.
Allie’s hands flexed against his grip, becoming more restless. He trailed a blaze of kisses down her chest to her navel and released her hands as he worked his way down to her center.
“What are you doing?” Allie asked, her voice husky as she sat up on her elbows to watch him.
“Enjoying my dessert.” He dragged his chair over with his foot and dragged her hips forward, placing Allie’s exposed core right at face level. Her pussy was bare except for a small strip of hair right above her nub as if guiding him to her sex, not that he needed the help in finding it.
It might have been a while since he’d seen a pussy, but he hadn’t forgotten how to bring a woman pleasure.
He took a deep breath of her musky flavor. Allie watched him as he swiped icing from her cake onto his finger and smeared it on both sides of her nether lips. Her sex was weeping for him. He could take her right now with ease if he wanted to. Soon.
Carson pushed her thighs wider to make room for his shoulders. His gaze was on her as he lowered his head, hovering just above her wet heat.
“Carson,” Allie said his name, her voice scarcely above a whisper as if she couldn’t get her vocal cords to work properly.
One swipe of his tongue and her legs tried to clamp around his skull. Another swipe and they opened back up like a blooming flower. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive nub, and she collapsed back on the table, laying there open and exposed for him to do whatever he wanted to her.
Using his thumbs, he held the lips open so he could feast on her. The taste of chocolate was still on his tongue as he ate her out, creating a mix of sweet and tart. His new favorite flavor.
He moved his hands to the tops of her thighs to pull her to his probing tongue and drove in and out of her the way he planned on his cock doing soon.
Allie’s hand came down on the back of his head, gripping a fistful of hair to hold him there as if afraid he would leave. Not a chance in hell. Yurgio could burst into his home and Carson would be hard-pressed to pull away from her sweet nectar.
“Carson,” Allie chanted his name over and over again like it had become a mantra.
He kept up the pressure, feeling her starting to convulse around his tongue. He removed one hand from her thigh to wedge in between her legs and insert it into her core as his tongue applied more pressure to her clit.
“I want you so bad, Carson,” she groaned, her legs squeezing around his head, threatening to cut off circulation. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“Come for me first.” He inserted another finger, his face grinding against her nub.
Allie’s legs shook as her climax rose up and took her. Carson kept licking her through her crisis until she collapsed into a boneless heap on the table.
He took one last swipe of her sex before standing up and holding his hand out for her to take.
Allie sat up and scooted off the table and took his hand.
He waited a moment to make sure her legs would support her before moving.
She allowed him to lead her without question to his bedroom, which was down the hall to the right from the front door.
Carson left the bedroom lights off, not needing them to see where he was going.
He knew the whole layout of his house by heart.
He didn’t need to see the bed was five paces in front of him.
The dresser on the other side of the bed and the door to the bathroom were ten paces from the foot of the bed.
There was a small nightstand on the left side of the bed where he had placed the box of condoms that he had just bought that morning.
Not that he had planned on having sex tonight, but he had been prepared for the possibility. The old motto ‘plan for every scenario’ was a hard one to break and was about to pay off.
Carson pulled Allie to the bed and laid her down, draping himself over her, but he pulled back when she started giggling. “What?”
“It just feels odd that I’m completely naked and you’re still dressed.”
Carson looked down at his shirt. It had become like a shield to him. Protecting him from people’s gazes. He wasn’t ready to give it up yet, even though Allie wouldn’t be able to see him in the dark room.