Page 43 of Privileged (Adrenalin)

And again.

Carter rocks his hips back and forth, feeding me only as much as I can handle before pulling back. I can tell the effort to go slow is straining him by the way he balls his fists at his side, but he keeps his pace measured.

“Good, or you want more?”

“More?” My dazed brain doesn’t follow.

He pulls away and nestles between my legs, rubbing our crowns together before kneeling over my chest and crawling over me to offer another taste.

I open my mouth eagerly, earning another strained groan.

My arousal makes him slippery, and he pumps in and out of my mouth with ease. Though I do my best to suck off every last drop, I barely register the taste of us together. Instead, I’m focused on the way his stomach ripples as he thrusts, the way his eyelids flutter as he works my mouth.

“It’s too good. I need to fuck you now,” he rasps as he slides out of my mouth and covers my body with his.

I’m still slick and stretched from the night’s activities, but Carter adds more lube before lining up to my entrance.

His slow, steady invasion has my breath involuntarily stopping, not so much from discomfort as from fear that even breathing will distract me from the awareness of him entering me, and I don’t want to miss a thing. We’ve only done this a few times, but I can’t imagine the sensation of Carter filling me, of lighting me up inch by decadent inch, will ever get old. I could come from that alone.

Bracing himself on his forearms Carter sets a steady rhythm, faster than when he was teasing me with my taste, but slow enough to savor every thrust, every brush of his tip against my core.

He’s so deep, my release starts building almost as soon as he enters me, but he doesn’t let me have it. He switches to sharp, shallow thrusts, giving me a preview of the pleasure to come while still withholding it, so I raise my hips to urge him back.

“Patience,” he growls in my ear. “I want you coming with me, but I don’t want to finish yet.”

That nearly does me in, though not because even the half thrusts feel good. The idea that he wants us to finish together, which somehow makes sex seem even more intimate, touches me on a different level. An emotional one.

There’s been no discussion about what we are or where this is going, nothing beyond the fact that we’re willing to trust each othernot to let our personal interactions interfere with our careers. That alone speaks to the fact that this isn’t just sex, and while it never was for me, it’s not until this instant that I allow myself to think maybe it will be okay to really let myself fall for this man.

As if he can read my mind, Carter seals our lips together, kissing me without abandon as he gives in to his body’s desire. Within seconds, I’m on the verge of exploding, and he withdraws completely, his thick cock bobbing heavily as he kneels above me.I love that sight.

“I’m feeling pretty good about being able to rile you up so fast, only I don’t want you there yet.” He grins down at me.

“You look like you’re about there.”

He gives his dick a long, slow stroke. It makes my own throb with need.

“I am,” he smiles slyly. “But it’ll be so much better if we don’t race to the finish.” He lines up and presses inside me, little by little. My breath gets caught in my chest. “If I got to have my fill of you every day I’d take you fast, slow, hard, soft, and everything in between. Since I don’t know when I’ll get you again, I’m taking my time.”

Once again, his words have me ready to combust. So, I press my lips to his, hoping to distract myself from the pleasure building between my legs.

Carter stills as we kiss, which leaves me hovering on the edge. Yet somehow, I’m also content, the sensation of being joined without moving, sending me back to that place where I think my feelings can, and will, move past respect and affection.

As his tongue meets mine and we breathe each other’s air, I let myself drift to a place where this could be my life. It has as much appeal as the career I’ve dreamed of. Maybe more.

“Fuck, Sloan. You feel so good around me,” Carter groans as he starts to move again,unable to hold back.

He drives into me full and hard, letting his body’s desire dictate his movement. Rolling his hips with each thrust, he’s able to peg my prostate and rub his abs over my dick, stimulating every pleasure center on my body with that simple motion. My tiny gasps turn into moans, then screams as we fight to get closer, to reach the precipice together.

“Come with me. Come now,” he pants as he thrusts, pushing us both over the edge.

My cock erupts, shuddering between us as my ass clenches around his cock. Despite the intensity of my own tremors, I feel his dick pulsing inside me, the spasms rendering us both immobile. Lungs straining for air, I’m helpless to do anything but cling to him as we ride out the ecstasy coursing through our joined bodies. Minutes later, or maybe it’s just seconds, Carter’s lips find mine in a slow, sweet kiss.

“Not a bad way to start the day. Definitely need to make a habit of this,” he says.

“Morning sex?”

“Mind-blowing orgasms.” He kisses along my jawline to my ear.

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