Page 36 of Back On Ice

I’m so lost in the feel and taste of him that it doesn’t register that we've arrived in my room until he’s laying me gently on the bed. He briefly backs away to shuck off his pants, then continues our kiss, propping himself up on an elbow and letting his free hand roam all over my body.

Why does he feel so good? It’s not like I’ve been with a lot of guys, but it’s never likethis.

His touch lights my skin on fire and I arch towards him, wishing for about a million less layers between us.

As if reading my mind, his fingers find the rolled-up hem of my dress at waist, and he moves to help me take it the rest of the way off.

I scramble to my knees on the bed and he mirrors my movements, pulling it up over my head. We’re a foot apart, staring at one another. My cheeks heat when his eyes linger on my body, his hands reaching out to run reverently over my skin. I’ve never been self-conscious of the way I look, but I’ve also never had anyone else look at me likethateither. Like I’m a freaking goddess or something.

His eyes fly to mine, and he leans forward, cupping the side of my face again. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Soph. Nobody has ever compared to you.” Then he kisses me again.

Carter’s words send a pang of jealousy through me. Thoughts of him with anyone else make my stomach turn, but I can’t help but hope his words are true. Some part of me is wickedly satisfied with the idea that none of his other partners measured up.

His kisses move from my mouth down my neck. Instead of going for my breasts like I had expected, his lips move down to my shoulder. Then he holds out my arm, kissing the sensitive flesh of the inside. His mouth grazes my wrist, then the palm ofmy hand. Each kiss is a tease, a tiny bolt of electricity shooting straight to my clit.

By the time he repeats the process on the other side, I’m a writhing mess of need. Low whine escapes me, and Carter gently pushes me so my back is on the bed again. “Shhh. I’ll give you what you need, Angel. Let me worship you.”

And worship me he does.

His mouth licks and sucks and nibbles its way down my body, unclasping my bra and pulling off my thong. A shudder overtakes me when he runs his tongue across my stomach, and my eyes close as his hot, wet, mouth nears my pussy, but he doesn’t go there yet. Instead, he ignores the mess he’s created between my legs and works down my thighs, my calves, before finally brushing his lips over the tops of my feet. Each touch heightens the sensation until a single kiss feels like caress over my entire being.

When he’s done, he sits up briefly, removing his clothes. His body is a work of art. I knew his chest is broader than it used to be, but the fact is only made more apparent by his lack of clothing. His hard cock stands at attention, nearly making my mouth water. Now that nothing else stands between us, he crawls onto the bed and on top of me.

When my hands reach for him, he grabs them, holding them above my head.

“Tonight is about you. I’m going to worship this fucking sinful body,” he repeats in a whisper. “Let go.”

A gasp escapes me when his hand reaches down to skim across my soaking wet folds. If I thought his touch was electric before, that was nothing compared to now.

“Look at you, so wet and ready for me,” he rumbles before claiming my mouth, his fingers circling my clit. He swallows my whimpers as his pace picks up, my hips bucking up into his touch. His kisses from before have set every nerve ending on fire,and everything is impossiblymore. His hand holds both of mine above my head, leaving me helpless to do anything butfeelas he brings me closer to the edge.

I’m so close. So, so, close, that when his circles become smaller and he increases his pressure slightly, I erupt. Stars explode in my vision. All I feel is his body on mine as his fingers coax me through the end of my orgasm. “Fucking hell, Angel. You’re a goddamn vision when you come undone for me."

My chest rises and falls rapidly, his praise turning me on even more. He sits back and brings his fingers up to his lips. His eyes never leave mine as he sticks those two digits into his mouth and sucks my wetness off of them.

Holy shit, that’s hot.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans as his eyes practically roll into the back of his head. “I’ve gotta taste you, Angel.”

He moves down my body until his mouth covers my pussy, his tongue immediately licking at my core. Again, everything is heightened, and Carter presses down on my lower stomach, holding me in place while he ravages my clit with his tongue.

“Carter,” I whimper, fisting the sheets next to me and doing my best to just submit to the way he plays my body, like an instrument he’s been practicing for years. It’s like I’m on fire as he tastes me, swirling his tongue where his fingers were only moments before.

All too soon, he pulls his perfect mouth away from me, and my hips arch in protest.

“I promise I’ll taste you again later, but for now, I need to be inside you.” Biting my lip, I nod, but he falters. “I… I don’t have a condom. Do you?”

Shit. “No, but I’m on the pill. Are you clean?”

He nods. “I’ve never had sex without one, and I just had my postseason physical. They test for everything.”

“I’ve never done it without a condom either,” I admit, pulling him close to me. “Are we about to take another type of virginity from each other?”

He rumbles a laugh before kissing me again. “I guess I save all my firsts for you.”

Once he’s positioned himself at my soaking entrance, he lifts my knee before he pushes in. We both groan as he slides in to the hilt, and he stills to let mefeelhim. With nothing between us, I feel every single dip and ridge of his perfect dick. “Focus on the way my cock stretches you open,” he whispers in my ear, “close your eyes and only think about how we fit together so perfectly.”

I close my eyes and fixate on the slight burn that morphs into pure, intense pleasure as he moves his hips back and forth, thrusting into me at a slow, deliberate pace.

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