Yes. Hearing her makes me so damn hard. Tasting her makes me want to come right here, pants on. I try not to think about what lies ahead because I will lose it.
“Carter, oh my God. It feels so good. I . . . I, oh God.” Her scream echoes through my empty apartment. Her legs try to clamp around me again, and she squirms beneath me, her orgasm racing through her.
Watching her fall apart—her mouth open, her eyes closed tight, her hands in fists—fuck, it’s unbelievable. An image I’ll never be able to erase from my mind.
I don’t give her much time to recuperate, because I want her to feel as relaxed as possible for this next part.
Standing from the bed, I undo my belt, my eyes intent on hers, and then shuck off my jeans, my erection stretching the crotch of my boxer briefs. Shock registers across Daisy’s face in the most adorable way. Fuck, it makes me want to forget about my underwear and kiss her some more. But there will be time for that; we are running on borrowed time.
“You sure about this, Snowflake?”
She nods slowly, staring at my erection. I’m going to take that as a hell yes.
Giving her a show, I remove my boxer briefs and start stroking myself, only a few pulls though because I’m already on edge from feeling Daisy come on my tongue. In a box on the side of my bed, I find a condom that I quickly put on and then kneel on the bed in front of Daisy. Her skin is burned from my five-o’clock shadow, her lips swollen from my kisses, and her eyes wide with anticipation.
Taking the head of my cock, wanting to relax her a little bit more, I run it along her already wet slit, making sure to skim her nub. Like expected, her head melts once again into the mattress, her legs relax apart, giving me more access. I take advantage, using my cock as a tease against her sensitive clit.
Even though I know this feels good for her, and it’s doing exactly what I want it to, it’s fucking torture. So close, but never quite hitting the mark. My dick wants to punch itself from the torture. Just a few more passes. That’s all. Just a few more until . . .
The tip slides past her hole and I squeeze my eyes shut. Fuck, so close. Deep breaths. Take it slow.
Controlled, I ask, “Are you ready, Snowflake? It’s probably going to hurt at first. If it does too much, let me know and we’ll stop, okay?”
“Okay,” she says, her voice growing nervous again.
“Promise you will tell me to stop if you want me to.”
“I promise.”
I lean down and kiss her, moving my tongue against hers before saying, “Good girl. Now relax, I got you.”
She takes a deep breath and nods, giving me permission. Gritting down on my teeth, knowing this is going to be torturously good, I draw a few circles around her with the tip of my cock until I enter, one small inch at a time.
“Oh.” She shifts on the bed.
“Deep breaths, Snowflake,” I say tensely, her pussy already squeezing the head of my cock.
Slowly, I move inside her, a wince with each press forward. “Are you okay?”
With her lips pressed tightly together, she nods. Yeah, she doesn’t seem okay. She needs to relax a little bit more, especially if I’m going to go any deeper.
Knowing how to get her to calm down, I press my lips against hers seductively, leisurely, opening my mouth and allowing my tongue to do most of the work, never letting her come up for breath. I get lost in her kiss, in the way she isn’t shy about matching the movements of my tongue. I could make out with this woman all day long. All night long. It’s so damn contradicting, knowing her innocent little smile belongs to these sinful lips. And fuck if I don’t feel like the luckiest bastard on earth right now. She’s mine.
Her tension eases, allowing me more access, my cock slipping farther into her. With one last push, wanting to get it over with, I enter her fully. A gasp pops out of her mouth followed by a wince. Her eyes water and I instantly regret my move.
“Shit, are you okay?”
“Yes.” She breathes heavily. “It hurt for a second. I just,” she pauses, “I feel so full.”
Damn if that doesn’t make me beam with pride.
“The best kind of full, Snowflake. I’m going to take this slow, okay?”
She nods. With all the fucking willpower in the world, I move my hips slowly in and out. It’s unbearable, she’s so damn tight, so fucking sexy, and I’m going to come much faster than I want.
“Oh my gosh, Carter,” she moans.
Yup, just that little moan has my balls tightening. Not fucking yet. Christ, man.
I stop moving my hips, my cock throbbing inside her, so I can kiss her some more, which seemed like a good idea until her tongue seeks out mine, tangling and mating like tomorrow’s the end of the world.
Fuck me.
Involuntarily, my hips start moving again, the pace slightly faster than before. Shit, I try to slow myself down, but my dick has taken over, my brain losing the battle of wills.
“Yes, this feels so good.”
Okay, I’ve got to kick her up to speed with me because in about twenty seconds, I will be coming so fucking hard.
I move my hand between us and start massaging that perfect little clit of hers, her orgasm from before providing lubrication.
“What? Oh my God!” Her upper body shoots up off the bed in surprise, only to fall back down. The pillow behind her covers her face, pleasure ripping through her as she screams, my finger doing most of the work, my cock going along for the ride. I know when she comes because her walls clench me so damn tight, I feel like I can’t move in and out of her anymore.
That’s it. My balls leap up inside me, pure euphoria races through me, causing all limbs to go numb, my sole focus on the pleasure ripping through my cock.
Blackness encompasses me, the silent moans of Daisy barely registering as I continue to pump over and over again, coming so damn hard I think my dick is going to break off. I don’t moan or scream or really say anything vocal during sex, but with Daisy, I find her name rolling off my tongue as if it’s the most natural thing.
Still connected, I press my bare chest against hers and cup her face, concerned that in my moment of obscurity, I lost control and hurt her.
“Are you okay?” I kiss her nose, really hoping I didn’t hurt her.
Her heady, lustful smile stretches across her beautiful face. “I’m perfect.”
“You sure?”
She nods, easing my heart. And then she says, “Um, can we do that tongue thing again?” Her face burns red. So endearing.
I chuckle and kiss her again, my thumbs rubbing her cheeks. “We can do that tongue thing anytime you want. Do you know why?”
She shakes her head, her eyes bright, waiting for an answer.
“Because, you taste like sweet honey, Snowflake, and I’m fucking addicted.” So. Fucking. Addicted.
HOLLYN
Shots were not a good idea.