Not bothering to wait for him, I remove my bra, throwing it to the floor behind me.
I know the instant he sees my bare breasts for the first time because his eyes flash hot, like someone just struck a match behind them. Then, he lets out a rough-sounding growl, and that’s when things get a little crazy. He’s back on me, pinning me to the bed and kissing the hell out of me, while his hand cups my breast, pinching my nipple with just the right pressure. His other hand slips between us.
I almost come out of my skin at the first touch of his fingers on me.
“Fuck…” he groans. “You’re soaked.”
I should feel embarrassed, but I’m not. All I feel with him is…everything. Everything I shouldn’t.
“I kinda want you…a lot,” I admit in a whisper.
Lustful eyes meet mine. “I kinda want you, too. You have no idea just how fucking badly.”
Lifting my head, I press a kiss to his lips as my hand reaches down and wraps around his bare cock, something I’ve wanted to do for a while now. He’s scorching hot to the touch.
A groan escapes him.
“By the feel of it, I’d say you want me really, really bad,” I murmur huskily against his mouth.
I feel his responding grin. “And I’m gonna really, really take you.” He pushes a finger inside me, driving up until he’s touching his knuckle.
My legs shamelessly fall open on a whimper, and he starts to fuck me with his finger, his thumb rubbing over my clit.
“God, yes,” I moan as my body begins to coil and tighten, starting the climb toward the amazing orgasm I know he’s soon going to give me.
“You’re so fucking sexy. That’s it, babe. God, I’m going to fuck the hell out of your tight body all night long,” he says rough.
I have no doubt about that. Carrick Ryan might be fast on the tracks, but I’m betting he takes his sweet time in the sack.
Pushing my fingers into his hair, I grip the strands as his mouth descends back to my nipple, sucking hard.
A jolt rushes through my body, going straight to my sex. “Yes!”
“Are you close, Andressa?”
“Yes, oh God, yes. Don’t stop…” I beg.
Then, his fingers are gone, and I’m left cold.
“Que porra é essa?” I cry out. Yes, that came out in Portuguese. I do that sometimes when I’m surprised or pissed off.
“What did you just say?” There’s a low growl to his voice that shivers right through me.
“I said, ‘What the fuck?’ When I said, ‘Don’t stop,’ in English, did you somehow hear that in a foreign language?” I let out a huff of annoyance.
He rumbles out a deep laugh. “Andressa, I stopped because the first time you come, I’m going to be inside you. I want to feel your orgasm, not see it.”
First time? There’s going to be more than one?
“And you can speak your Brazilian filth to me while I fuck you as well.”
My mouth drops open. He’s such a…Neanderthal! But God…so hot.
Carrick reaches to the nightstand and gets a condom from the drawer. I try not to think of how many of the condoms from that pack have already been used on other women.
He has the condom on in record time, and he is back on me, pinning my body with his with my hands above my head. Without another word, he thrusts inside me.
I gasp at the fullness of him, my body tensing around him.
He stills, his whole body rigid, and his eyes close tight, almost like he’s in pain. “Jesus…you’re so fucking tight.”
His eyes open, and the look in them makes my breath catch and my heart pound.
“How long has it really been?” He knows my little I-said-I-haven’t-been-in-a-relationship-in-two-years-not-that-I-haven’t-been-with-anyone speech at the party was bullshit.
I close my eyes. “A while…but not long enough to seal me back up to virgin status. Maybe you’re just really big.” I push a smile onto my lips as I lift my legs and slide them around his back.
I feel his responding chuckle vibrate through me. “Not arguing with you there, babe. But tell me, how long? I want to know.” He brushes his lips over mine, making me quiver with need.
I open my eyes to his, a blush creeping on my cheeks. I’m not used to talking about past conquests with present guys, especially not with one who is currently inside me. “Eighteen months or so.”
“How is that even possible?” He shakes his head, disbelieving. “Not that I’m complaining.”
I shrug, looking away. “Honestly, I don’t know. There just hasn’t been anyone I wanted to sleep with, I guess.”
That brings a cocky grin to his face. “Yet here I am.” He nudges his hips against mine, pushing his cock in further.
Holding back a moan, I playfully swat his arm. “Are we gonna talk about my sexual history all night? Or are you actually going to fuck me?”
Bringing his face down to mine again, he kisses me, nipping my lower lip with his teeth. He licks the sting away. “Oh, I’m definitely going to fuck you.” He pulls out and slams back in hard but then stills again.
Releasing my hands, he traps my head between his forearms, his fingers threading into my hair. He stares down at me, and something in his expression changes. I get the sudden feeling of falling.
“Andressa, this…with you, is so much better than I ever imagined it could be.”
My breath catches, leaving me feeling off balance. I close my eyes.
“Just…fuck me, Carrick…please.”
“Open your eyes.”
The moment I do, he pulls out of me and then, drives back inside, all the while holding my stare. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” I moan.
His grip on my hair tightens as he starts to fuck me, slamming in and out, my body pinned to the bed by his.
“More…harder,” I beg.
Dipping his head, he kisses me with all the desperation I know I’m feeling as he pounds in and out of me, giving me exactly what I want.
Then, he’s kneeling up and taking hold of my leg, moving it around to the other side of his body. Tilting my hips, he starts up again, this time with slower thrusts. His fingers find me, and he starts to tease my clit.
“Carrick…” I moan.
“That’s it, babe.” His voice is raw and raspy as his tempo increases, moving in and out of me with confident hard thrusts.
Then, without warning, I’m coming, crying out his name. It’s like a mirror of explosions, all ricocheting off one another, never-ending, creating the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Jesus…”
I blink open my eyes at the tone in Carrick’s voice. His eyes are on me and filled with what I think is awe.
“What?” I whisper shyly. Was I too loud? I’ve been known to be quite vocal at times.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head, blinking rapidly. “You just…I’ve never…felt anything like that before.”
I suddenly have this feeling like someone is standing on my chest.
I place my hand over the ache.