Page 61 of Prognosis Bad Timing

His loins stirred as he took in the beauty of her breasts. Her nipples were scrunched hard in the centre of all her lush fullness. ‘I’ve been fantasising what lay beneath those damn buttons for weeks.’

His voice was husky and Carrie again felt herself sway towards him. When he reached out and cupped her breasts, ran a thumb over each nipple, she gasped out loud. ‘Please,’ she whispered.

She had no idea why she’d said it but when he swept her close, lowered his head and covered one rosy peak with his mouth, she knew exactly why. ‘Oh, God, yes!’

He pushed her back against the bed and then it was just a swirl of sensation. The heaviness of his body pinning her to the mattress. The hardness of his erection as his maleness encompassed her. The thrill of his touch against her skin. The pleasure of his tongue at her pulse points. The eroticism of his bite as he used his teeth like a weapon.

A weapon of sweet, sensual torture.

She wasn’t sure where her gasps ended and his groans began. Whose pounding heart reverberated through her body? His or hers? Whose irregular breathing echoed in her ears? His or hers?

They seemed to have morphed into one being. One entity. Locked in a mating frenzy. A sexual bubble. Not knowing or caring where one began and the other one finished.

His hand slipped beneath her waistband and into her panties and Carrie groaned out loud, biting into his shoulder as his fingers sought and found her centre. They felt so good inside her she thought she was going to reach orgasm just from their pressure alone.

Reaching down she found his fly and unzipped with shaking fingers. Pushing his underwear aside, Carrie filled her hands with his proud, surging manhood, his sharp indrawn breath a potent aphrodisiac.

‘Carrie,’ he groaned.

She smiled against his mouth. ‘What?’ she asked, grasping him and stroking her hand up and down.

‘Carrie,’ Charlie growled. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hold out if she kept that up. He held his hand firmly against hers. ‘Later. Right now I think you need to get out of those clothes.’

He pushed himself away from her, rising to his knees, snagging her waistband and dragging her shorts and panties over her hips and down her legs until she was completely naked.

‘You, too.’ She raised a leg and placed her foot against his hardness, feeling him twitch. ‘Take ’em off.’

Charlie laughed, divested himself of the remainder of his clothes and climbed back on the bed, hovering above her on his hands and knees. She raised her head off the bed, her lips seeking his and he dipped, letting her claim his mouth, probe it with her tongue.

He pulled away and grinned at her moan of protest. He grinned even more at her moaned, ‘Yes,’ as he lowered his mouth to first one nipple then the other, revelling in her low moan as he licked down to her belly button, ran wet circles around it and delved inside.

And he exulted in her ‘Charlie!’ as he moved lower and found her sweet hot centre.

Carrie almost combusted at the touch of his tongue against her folds. He found the right spot instantly and her hips rose off the bed involuntarily. His tongue flicked expertly and she cried out. And when he pushed a finger inside and then pulled it out before plunging in again, mimicking the ultimate sexual act, she cried out louder because she was shattering into pieces and nothing could hold the shuddering of her body in check.

Charlie covered her mouth with his as his finger continued to stroke, stoke, sate. Swallowing her primal cries was dizzying, satisfying beyond his wildest dreams.

Hehad made her come apart. He had made her pulse around his finger. He had made her crazy with lust.

She devoured his mouth and he plundered hers in return, sucking up every last moan and whimper as her orgasm subsided.

‘Charlie.’ A depleted Carrie floated back down to earth.

He laughed and kissed her again hard, gathering her close, rolling over so she lay on top of him. His hands pressed against her buttocks, pressing her into the jut of his still rock-hard erection.

Carrie roused herself, kissing his mouth, his eyes, his shoulder. ‘Let’s do that again.’

He chuckled. ‘I’m ready.’

‘Yes, indeed you are.’ She smiled, rubbing herself against the hard ridge of his sex.

‘Carrie,’ he warned.

She kissed him hard on the mouth. ‘Please, tell me you have condoms.’

‘Wallet. Back pocket.’ Joe had given them to him the other night. Not that he’d needed them.

Carrie grinned, leaping off the bed, locating his discarded clothes and finding a foil packet. She held it up triumphantly and ripped it open with her teeth. Within seconds she had Charlie covered and he had pulled her down on the bed, trapping her beneath him, biting her neck as he slowly entered her.

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