Page 96 of Right in Front of You

MOLLY

I was high. My mind irrational, fingers aching to touch him over and over again. Watching him sit on that armchair, waiting for him to finish reading the paper felt like I had to wait forever.

Three days had passed since Carter made love to me. The evening was one of the most intense in my life. The only problem I had was that I wanted more. I needed more, but Carter was holding back. Not that he wasn’t affectionate – he was. Very affectionate, in fact. He held me all night long while we slept, made me coffee in the mornings, even sent flowers to the hospital yesterday to brighten up my day. Life was wonderful, and Carter was respectful. Except that I didn’t want him to be that respectful. I needed him inside me again. I never thought that making love could be so fulfilling. I never thought that I’d want a man as much as I wanted Carter.

“How many times have you had sex?” I finally asked.

He lowered his paper and looked at me from underneath his thick lashes. A coy smile spread over his face as if he knew my thoughts before I spoke the words.

“Well, it’s not something I try to count, but a lot, I guess.” The calmness of him surprised me. Didn’t he want me again? Because I certainly wanted him. I crisscrossed my legs on the couch and took a deep breath in. Oh, God, why was this so difficult to ask him?

“Well, how long after you first had sex did you wait to have it again?”

He set his paper aside and took a sip of his coffee. “Molly? Do you want to have sex?”

My whole body flushed with heat at his simple question. Of course I wanted to have sex! I felt my thighs clench and my pussy leak. He slowly stood up and paced toward the couch where I was sitting before he knelt in front of me.

“Because you know, my favorite part of sex is the foreplay. Wanna know what my second favorite part is? And the third?”

He had a list?

I swallowed through my dry throat, nodding.

“Well, the first one is kissing you.”

He uncoiled my legs and took my ankle into his palm. His hot lips pressed a kiss on top of my big toe, then over the curve of my foot.

“Right there, and there.”

I leaned back against the couch, my patience waning while my skin was peppered with searing kisses.

“My second favorite part is watching how that vein over your breasts grows. How the beating of your heart lifts and pumps more blood underneath your skin with each pulse.”

I looked down at the swell above my bra line and the stretched fabric of my tank top. Thank goodness I wasn’t wearing a bra. But he was right. My heart was beating so hard that it looked like my whole chest was alive. As the tips of his fingers tickled along my calves, my breaths quickened, each one becoming shallower than the last.

“And if you keep prancing around the house without a bra, I promise you that there won’t be a day when I don’t sink into you.”

I guessed that he had noticed me after all. I had worn no bra on purpose because I wanted him turned on. I wanted him to take me harder and deeper.

“That’s what I want,” I blurted as his fingers traced up my bare leg, followed by more hot kisses. Carter spread my legs apart, opening me wide in front of him. That was the moment I was sure there was nothing sexier than a man’s head between a woman’s legs. He paused the venture of his mouth at my knee, biting it gently, while his fingers continued their way up my inner thigh until their tips touched my shorts. Actually, they were the shortest shorts I owned, ones that could easily be mistaken for panties, which I was now pleased I hadn’t worn today either.

He eased his fingers beyond their hem and as soon as he touched my flesh, he looked up.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t surprise me.” He winked, obviously pleased at the lack of undergarments, and I smiled, urging him with my hips to continue.

“Patience, Molly. Patience.”

How did he have so much patience? How did he not want this to be happening already? But the idea of a long slow fuck was growing on me more as he assaulted me with his tender touches and kisses that surged in intensity. The way he squeezed my thighs, scraping his teeth along my skin, rimming my opening with his fingers, right underneath those tiny shorts… I finally pushed my hips forward, forcing his finger inside of me, and exhaled with satisfaction. I didn’t even realize when my hands grasped my breasts, removing them from my tank top. I squeezed them hard as I moved my hips over his finger, rocking them back and forth, enjoying that moment he slid an additional digit inside of me.

My eyelids felt heavy; my palms were sweaty and my lips dry. As if knowing what I needed, with his free hand Carter reached for a glass of water and brought it to my lips. The glass slipped out of his hand and water cascaded down my chest, bare breasts, belly, and down to my inflamed groin. He withdrew his fingers from within me, set the glass aside, and in one swift pull, removed my shorts before pulling down his sweats. I noticed that he wasn’t wearing any underwear either, and smiled.

Carter sat on the couch and motioned for me to sit on his lap. I straddled him, squeezing his dick between our bodies, rocking along its length. His lips were dancing between one breast and another while my fingers roamed his hair.

And his kisses.

Oh, God, were they ever nourishing. And there were so many of them. Hot and spicy, yet tender and giving at the same time. He graced every inch of my bare skin with his lips before capturing my mouth for a moment, then ventured to my nose, cheeks, forehead, and my ear. When he sucked on my lobe, I almost lost it. His tongue traced the cartilage and I dug my fingers deeper into his skin. I finally lifted my hips and reached between us to align him at my opening. I slid down slowly, relishing the feeling of being filled and stretched.

Carter let out a satisfactory groan while I moaned with pure joy.

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