“I came in here instead. You don’t need to knock on your own door, you know.”
He shrugged. “Just because I own it, doesn’t mean I can just barge in whenever.”
“Shouldn’t you be at work anyway?”
“I should,” he confirmed. He turned and shut the door behind him, turning the top lock.
“Trying to make sure I can’t get out?” I jokingly said.
His look told me everything I needed to know. I felt my breath catch in my throat as he came toward me.
“I had to come see you,” he said.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Nothing really. I made a decision.”
He stopped inches in front of me and was practically radiating heat. He looked incredible in his suit, like he always did, but for some reason I really noticed him. I saw the way he was immaculately dressed, not a stitch out of place. His eyes were intense and penetrating, his body large and muscular. He easily dwarfed me, making me feel so small. I marveled that such a smart man had such an enormous, muscular body.
“What decision?”
He took my waist, pulling me against him. “About the future.”
“You’re being vague.”
“Good,” he said softly. “I didn’t come here to talk about that.”
“What did you come here for?”
“You know what.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine as excitement pulsed up my core. I knew exactly what he wanted. I knew the moment he walked into the room. I could see it in his eyes.
He kissed me then, deep and hard. I felt the wet pooling between my legs as I fell into his embrace, kissing him back. It felt like years since the last time I felt his touch, although I knew it hadn’t been very long. It was the pool-house, that rushed and intense moment, but this was different. We weren’t rushed, although there was an edge to Carter’s passion.
He steered me toward the record wall and pushed me up against the counter. I slipped up, sitting on it, my back against the shelving holding the records. He peeled my shirt off, tossing it aside, and kissed my neck.
“Fuck, Emily,” he whispered. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. I’ve been fucking hard for you.”
“You know I can’t get you off my mind.”
“I know.” He kissed me hard again, unbuttoning my jeans. He pulled them off, sliding them under my ass, leaving them wrapped around my ankles as his fingers slowly found my wet pussy.
I moaned into his kiss as he slipped two fingers deep inside of me. He slowly pulled them back and began to work my clit, my body pressed against the records, my ass sitting on the shelf in front of them. He took my wrists with his free hand and pinned them up above my head as he bit my lower lip.
“Perfect,” he said, pressing his fingers inside of me. “You know that? You’re fucking perfect. I’m hard every single time I think of this tight, wet pussy. I know you’re dripping every time I’m near, you jus can’t help it.”
“Shit, Carter,” I moaned as he worked my pussy. I remembered the taste of his cum in my mouth and wanted more.
“I’m going to take you the way I’ve been wanting to. No distractions. Every inch of you is going to be mine.”
“Every inch.”
“Every fucking inch.”
He pulled me off the shelf and practically tore off my bra and panties, leaving me completely naked and exposed in front of him.
He stepped back to look at me, a small smile on his face. I felt so naked in front of his gaze, but that only made me more excited. He was penetrating me with his stare, pure, unrestrained passion clear in his eyes.
He slipped off his tie and his jacket, tossing them aside. “Lean back against that shelf,” he said. I listened. “Spread your legs.” I did as he asked. “Now, put your right middle finger into your mouth, yeah, just like that. Good. Slowly press it between your legs, starting at your clit, before you push it deep inside of yourself.”
I obeyed him, sucking on my finger before slowly pressing it inside of me. I moaned, loving the feeling of him watching me touching myself. He pulled off his shirt and I stared at his muscular body as I pressed another finger inside of myself.
He finished undressing as I touched myself, never taking his eyes off my body. Finally, he stood before me, big, thick, hard cock in his hand, slowly stroking it.
I stepped toward him, but he pushed me back. I slammed against the shelf as he dropped to his knees and shoved his face between my legs. He began to suck and lick my pussy fast, one hand on his cock stroking himself, the other supporting my ass.