Page 68 of A Whole New Play

I cup the sides of Carter’s face and tilt his head up, softly pressing my lips against his before whispering, “Sounds good to me.”

He smiles broadly and kisses me back.

I unbutton his shirt as we make out. When I reach the bottom, I push the dress shirt off his muscular arms, leaning back to take in the view.

My eyes drink in every inch of his sculpted body. My fingers trail the dips and ridges. Carter Jones is a chiseled work of art. And tonight, he’s mine.

“See something you like?” His voice is deep and sexy.

“You’re perfect,” I return his earlier compliment.

“Thank you.” He kisses me, then demonstrates his leg strength when he stands and carries me effortlessly towards the bedroom.

Anticipation builds, but it isn’t debilitating. I’m excited for what’s to come. And eager. So, so eager.

Carter places me on my bare feet by the end of the bed and guides the dress over my hips, leaving me in nothing but my dark green thong when it falls to the floor. His eyes flash.

With a coy grin, I unbuckle his belt. He takes over and removes his trousers, revealing sexy black briefs that hug his muscular ass and thighs. He’s so hot.

Carter steps out of his pants and tosses them on the floor. Then, he moves forward, gently guiding me onto the mattress. I fall on my back and scoot towards the headboard. He crawls on hands and knees, his muscles shifting with each move, as he pursues me like a lion stalking his prey. I’ll be whatever he wants as long as he makes the move and pounces.

I reach the headboard.

Carter stops by my ankles. Taking one in his massive hand, he kisses the skin above my ankle bone then begins to pepper kisses up my calf and inner thigh. I inhale sharply when he nibbles on a patch of sensitive skin. “Carter!”

He smiles against my leg but doesn’t stop. My breathing turns into pants as he reaches up and slides the strap of my thong down. I lift my hips to help as he removes my last piece of clothing.

My core tightens when he lies between my legs. His hands wrap around the back of my knees, hooking my legs over his shoulders before he leans forward and presses his mouth against my center.

“Carter!” My hips buck off the bed, but his firm grip holds my legs in place.

The bulky linebacker’s tongue continues to lick my center. His teeth nip the sensitive flesh. Heat coils low in my stomach as sparks fly over my entire body, making the hair on my arms stand.

“You’re going to kill me,” I pant.

He hums. The feel of his lips vibrating against me makes me shiver with want.

“That’s enough.” I try to grab his shoulders and pull him up, but there’s no moving a man of his size without his consent. “I’m good. Come up here.”

Carter looks up and a strand of brown hair falls over his eye, giving him a devilish, yet boyish, look. “Did you come?”

Oh my god.

My cheeks flame at the direct question. “No,” I murmur.

“Then I’m not done yet.” He resumes his efforts. This time, his right hand slides out beneath my knee and joins in the effort.

It only takes a couple of strokes before my entire body is engulfed in heat. My center is dripping wet. I want to be embarrassed that I’m making such a mess, but Carter’s relentless sucks, nibbles, and strokes numb me to everything else but the feel of his scruffy face and perfect lips ravishing me in a way I’ve never experienced.

Guys have gone down on me before, but never like this. I never felt comfortable enough to allow someone to be so close to the most intimate part of me.

And yet, with Carter, things are different.

He’s different.

Tension builds. My orgasm coils in my core, ready to snap. “Carter!” I gasp. I can’t seem to think of anything else to say. “I’m close.”

“Good,” he growls, increasing his efforts. His finger slips inside and strokes my walls in perfect rhythm and I come undone. “Come for me, baby.”

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