“More,” she whimpered into his hair. “Please, Carter. More.”
“Anything.” His hand dropped, quickly, to the button on her jeans and pushed it through.
He pulled at her zipper and hooked his fingers into the denim waistband. He waited, suddenly nervous, wanting to make sure she was okay, that this was what she truly wanted. He glanced up at her from under his lashes.
Tell me you want this. Tell me you want this as much as I do.
She gazed at him and caressed his cheek. “Don’t stop.”
She lifted her hips and he pulled her jeans down. He let his knuckles graze along her thighs and calves, and laughed when he got to her ankles and discovered she still had her boots on.
“Sorry.” She giggled.
He began to untie them. “No problem,” he replied, kissing her ankle while he removed one boot and sock, and then the other.
Finally free of any obstacles, Carter yanked her jeans all the way off and kneeled on the edge of the bed, taking her in. She was breathtaking. Feminine. Sexy. Gorgeous. Her skin was pale and unblemished, and looked as soft as he knew it was under his fingertips.
He moaned low in his throat, unable to move, happy to just look at her.
“Carter,” Kat whispered in concern. She lifted up onto her forearms and caught his eye with a dip of her chin. “If you don’t want to do this, I understand after what I said, and did, I—”
Carter swallowed her words with a hungry mouth. “I want,” he gasped into her mouth. “I really fucking want.” His hand slid down her waist, to her hip, and played with the side of her panties, hesitating. “Can I? Can I touch you?”
“I want nothing more than your fingers on me.”
“Christ.” He tucked his hand under the cotton of her panties and ran his knuckles down her soft, naked lips. “Wet,” he growled as his hand traveled up and down.
Kat hummed, collapsing back onto the bed, pulling Carter down with her. “For you.”
As though her words were kerosene on a naked flame, Carter’s fingertips pushed up between her lips in search of her clit. He hit it with his thumb first, and grunted. They both moaned at the contact. Carter’s index finger moved down and slipped easily against the silky wetness lying there.
Closing his eyes, he nibbled her shoulder and breathed against her skin. The tip of his finger circled her entrance teasingly, garnering a sigh from her. The fluid movements of her hips, along with husky sounds rumbling from her throat, entranced him. He couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped that shit right inside of her.
Warm. Wet. Transcendent.
She cried out when his finger began moving slowly in and out of her, right up to the knuckle.
He dropped his head and circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Kat grunted, gripping his shoulders.
She gasped while winding her hips around in a sharp, desperate figure eight. “More.”
Carter pushed another finger into her and immediately upped the speed at which they were fucking her. Kat cried out and her hands pulled at his shoulders, hard. Carter closed his eyes and listened to the wet noises filling the room as he pumped his hand against her and feasted greedily on her delicious body. It was the sexiest symphony he’d ever heard.
His thumb found her clit once more, and another finger started to creep up inside. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her, but, fuck, he wanted so much of himself inside of her all at once he couldn’t stop. He kept his eyes on her face as he pushed.
Gently. Carefully.
Kat’s back arched, and a long guttural groan erupted from her when Carter began to pump his curled fingers.
God, she was magnificent as she bucked and thrashed.
More.
Carter’s biceps tensed.
Harder. Faster.
He wanted her orgasm. He wanted to hear it.
Taste it. Smell it. Own it.
“Carter.” Kat grabbed for him. “Oh, I’m—”
“That’s it, baby,” he panted and licked her throat, tasting the salty tang of her sweat. “Give it up. I want it.” He nibbled her earlobe, tasting apricot and candy. “You feel so good around my fingers.” He licked her jaw: honey. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He sucked her nipple hard into his mouth: vanilla.
Desperate for her to climax, Carter began slamming his fingers into her, rubbing and curling and flicking her clit. She grabbed at him and Carter moaned with her when she came hard, pulsing, and twitching, and flailing under him.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he gasped when her body squeezed his fingers.
She crushed her lips to his, whimpering into his mouth.
“Goddamn,” Carter murmured.
He allowed his hand to slide and tease as she panted and whispered into his neck. Her words were low and jumbled, but the shudder in her body told Carter all he needed to know: he’d made her come good. Kat glowed beatifically beneath him. He slowed his hand and kissed across her chest, up toward her jaw. Her pulse raced. She was resplendent.