“So much better,” she cries.
My tongue flicks the tiny bud before I slowly suck on it, feeling it harden between my lips. I pull my fingers from her slick heat and tear my mouth away from her nipple. With my fingertips coated in her arousal, I take her other breast in my hand and twist her nipple. I lower my head and lap at the stiff peak, faintly tasting her on my tongue.
It’s a tease.
A promise of what I’m going to discover when I settle between her legs and fuck her tight little pussy with my tongue.
Feeling like I’m about to lose control, I release her nipple with a pop and lift my head. Our eyes lock for a split second before my mouth comes crashing down on hers. She parts her lips and our tongues collide. My teeth graze her lower lip as her fingers slide under the waistband of my sweats.
Need pulses through me and all the blood rushes south as she frees my cock. Neither of us bother to push my sweats down all the way. And when she wraps her hand around my shaft, stroking me from root to tip, I forget all about eating her out. Her thumb glides over the crown, toying with the metal piercing and I almost fucking come. There used to be a time when she was afraid to touch me because of it, now she fucking loves it.
I break the kiss and her eyes spring open. Leaning back on my haunches, I let her play with my cock some more, then I brush her hand away and position myself between her legs. Our eyes lock and for a second I pause.
In a week I’m going to ask her to marry me.
She’ll really be mine and this...well, I get to do this every night for the rest of my life as her husband.
That’s the greatest gift of all.
“Hey,” she whispers, reaching up to touch a hand to my cheek. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, pushing the thought aside.
She still has to say yes.
“Nothing,” I reply. “Everything is right.”
So fucking right.
I bend my head and press a quick to her lips as I push my cock inside her. A gasp sounds from her lips as I slowly inch deeper, sliding all the way in. Loving the feel of all her heat wrapped around me, I don’t move right away. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had her or how many times I will, every time I enter her, I’m shook to the core by how fucking perfect my cock feels inside of her.
Her legs wrap around my waist and her back arches, signaling for me to move. I pull out slowly and slide back in, inch by fucking inch until I’m balls deep inside her. My pulse sounds in my ears as our bodies find a rhythm.
“Eyes on me, Carrie,” I say roughly.
She holds my gaze, biting her lip and I push even deeper. Dipping my head, I press my forehead to hers and thrust in and out.
Fast and hard.
Rough and desperate.
I lower my hand, my fingers finding her clit as she digs her heels dig into my back. Titling her hips upward, she sends me even deeper. I feel her clench around me, and I know she’s ready. My thumb brushes her clit again and she goes off. Her breath shudders as her body stiffens. She calls my name, but I don’t hear her.
My pulse is too loud.
My need to strong.
I thrust deeper.
Faster.
Harder.
My eyes never leave hers as I go over the edge, roaring her name as I fill her. After she’s taken every drop, I brush my lips across hers. Still connected, I roll us over. The back of my head hits the carpet and my body goes limp with Carrie’s draped over it. I close my eyes and try to catch my breath. A laugh escapes me when I remember my sweats are still pooled at my knees. Carrie lifts her head from my chest and narrows her eyes.
“What’s so funny?” she asks.
Her hair is pretty funny seeing as there is a bow stuck on top and is that…yep, she’s got a gift tag stuck in there too.