Page 25 of After All

My clit. He kisses my clit, or at least the hood covering it.

I sigh and part my legs even further in invitation. I feel the cool air hit every wet place between my legs, and he parts me with his thumb and forefinger.

“Look at that,” he says in awe. “Damn, that’s a beautiful pussy.”

Without another word, Carter pulls his finger free and buries his tongue in its place.

“Oh, shit!” I yell, both hands grabbing his hair and hanging on for dear life. It’s a decadent, nearly overwhelming feeling, and I have no idea how it’ll get any better than this.

And then he hums. That deep, rumbly hum. The same one he made while we danced earlier. My hips thrust off the bed, and I am, for all intents and purposes, humping this man’s face.

Am I embarrassed about it? Right now? Absolutely not. Will I be later? Depends on how the rest of this night goes. His shoulders hold my thighs apart, and his hands caress every square inch of skin he can reach. He squeezes my breasts and kneads my ass, coasting over every place in between.

Talk about sensory overload…but in a very, very good way. My body feels like the man inside the Operation game I played as a kid, and Carter holds the tweezers, hitting the metal and making it buzz every single time – on purpose.

I start whimpering and moaning, and when the pitch and frequency increases, Carter slips one finger back inside me. On the second or third stroke in, I clamp around it, and the lightning of my orgasm barrels down my spine into every extremity on my body.

“Carter!” I scream his name as I clutch his hair until he begins to slow his tongue and finger. My body stays taut and bowed for way longer than it ever has before, and when I finally heave a sigh of completion, I look up and see him grinning down at me like a loon. His lips shine with my arousal, and his hair is completely disheveled.

“I think I, um, destroyed the look you were going for tonight.” A giggle escapes my lips as he just keeps smiling.

“That is an occupational hazard I’m willing to take.”

“Wow,” I whisper, still taking in how overwhelming that orgasm was. “You’re good at that.”

“Like I said earlier, we’ve still got a ways to go.” He winks and pulls me up to sit in front of him. “Shower?”

“Yes, please.”

“So proper and well-mannered. Let’s see if we can find the wildcat in there — even if just a little bit for tonight.”

I laugh as I find myself upside down again on the way to the shower. Only this time, I’m nearly naked. He still has way too many clothes on, and I want to see what’s underneath so badly.

Do not molest this man, Amelie. You just met him.

I take deep breaths and do my best to keep my cool. He stands me on my feet and reaches into the glass-walled shower to twist the handle.

“It’s tankless. Hop in.”

I reach around and unclasp my bra, the only piece of fabric left on my body, and step onto the smooth pebbled floor. The steam surrounds me immediately, and I turn to watch him slip out of his clothes.

He pushes his already unbuttoned jeans to the floor and reaches behind his neck to shuck his shirt. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, he makes intentional eye contact with me. I wonder for a split second if he wants to see how long it’ll take me to look, and I smile and drop my eyes.

“If you expected me not to look, you’re sorely mistaken.”

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and bite hard when he wraps his hand around it and tugs once, twice, three times. Rolling his palm over the head, the pearly liquid coats his skin.

“I want to taste,” I say, surprising us both.

“Whatever you want, you can have…within reason,” he says with a wink.

“You have some hard lines, I take it?”

He steps over the stone threshold and pulls me into his arms. “Don’t we all?”

“I’m sure I do. I wouldn’t even know where to begin to list them. I feel like I should try things before I rule them out completely, right?”

He smiles and drops his mouth to my ear, nuzzling and nibbling along the edge. “You let me know what you want to try, and I’ll do my best to make it happen.”

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