Page 67 of Love to Hate You

Taking matters into my own hands, I rise to my feet. As I do, he tugs the material down my legs. I lift one foot, then the other. He pulls the pajama bottoms off and tosses them aside. As I lower myself down, his hands wrap around my hips and halt my movement. I glance at him, but his eyes are locked on the V between my legs.

“Fucking bare,” he hisses.

My pulse hitches at the way he stares at my exposed center. Desire curls like a wisp of smoke in my belly.

“I need a taste.” He maneuvers me until my pussy hovers over his mouth.

I shiver as his breath feathers over me. My thighs widen to give him access to my sensitive flesh. I want to close my eyes and bask in the pleasure of his touch. But I can’t. I’m captivated by the way he focuses on me. With sure strokes that make me fight for breath, he rings my lower lips with his tongue.

I widen my knees, spreading myself more as I hover over him. My body is coiled tight with anticipation, every muscle rigid. My pussy pulses with need. I want to feel him buried deep inside my body.

“Carter, please,” I whimper. “I need more.”

“More what?” he growls against me.

He lifts his head and covers my clit with his lips. A scream builds in my throat as he slides his hands from my hips to my inner thighs and spreads my pussy wide. It takes everything I have inside not to grind against him. When he nibbles at my clit, giving it a light tug, I lose it. The scream wedged inside me is unleashed. His lips curve as he does it again.

“Please,” I plead. “I want you inside me.” I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want Carter. It’s as though everything else has fallen away and there is only the here and now.

Nothing else matters.

He releases my clit and spears his tongue deep inside me. He repeats the action until I’m sobbing with need. I’m only a few breaths away from finding my release.

“Is that what you wanted?” he growls against my soaked flesh.

Unable to piece together a coherent sentence, I whimper with the chaos he’s created inside me.

“Fuck, you taste like honey.” He swipes his tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top.

When he reaches my clit, he sucks the tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth and gives it another light tug. I can’t stop my hips from moving against him.

“I could eat you up all damn night,” he murmurs.

The thought is dizzying.

Carter spreads my lower lips with his thumbs and rims them again, dragging the flat of his tongue over me.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Just as I’m about to splinter apart, he thrusts deep inside my pussy. His fingers massage my inner thighs and he goes back to nibbling at my clit. My body tightens as the orgasm curling in the pit of my belly explodes and I shatter into a million pieces. As I come, his hands tighten around my hips, holding me in place. His name falls from my lips in a reverent chant. I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed so hard in my life. It’s like an out of body experience.

By the time I regain consciousness, Carter’s hands have gentled. He gives me tender touches that overwhelm my senses. My pussy feels exquisitely sensitive, but I’m reluctant to pull away. My mind is still hazy with pleasure. I force my eyes open and gaze down at Carter who is still buried between my thighs.

Arousal burns brightly in his gaze.

I may have come, but he hasn’t.

His fingers flex around my hips and disappear. Just as I’m about to slide down his body, he smacks my ass with the flat of his palm. The unexpected contact makes me yelp. There’s a flash of pain before pleasure blooms inside me.

I’ve just orgasmed and should be sated. But already desire is pooling at my core.

He grins. “Have I mentioned just how much I love your ass?”

Laughter explodes from my lips. “I’m pretty sure I’d remember a statement that alluded to my ass.”

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