Page 75 of Where Happiness Begins
“Jesus.” I sigh. “You really are the whole package, aren’t you?”
He grins, a minuscule lift of his lips, making my heart gowhooshlike it does whenever he smiles at me, except this time, it’s filled with anticipation and lust. I don’t think I could ever get enough of this man. He could touch me a million times and I’d ask him for just one more. And maybe this will end one day and I’ll have to grieve what it feels like to be handled by Andrew Carter, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. For now, I want to enjoy every beautiful inch of him for as long as I can.
I lift myself on my elbows so I can catch his lips between mine, then lift a hand to wrap it around his cock outside of his pants. He hisses in my mouth but doesn’t pull away, instead grinding himself against my hand.
“You need to stop touching me if you want to stop here.”
“I don’t.”
I continue rubbing him up and down as he says, “I could just touch you all night and I’d be fine with it.”
I know he means it, which makes me even more eager to take him into me and give him the same ecstasy he did.
“I think it’s time I take care of you.” I unzip him, keeping my eyes on his when I lower his trousers and boxers and grip his hard length, rubbing it up and down twice. Then I look down at it, all smooth skin and raised veins, and bend so I can tease the crown with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he grunts as I continue running my tongue around him, tasting the salty tanginess on his tip. Then I take him in as deep as I can, relaxing around his length. The muscles of his thighsbunch under my hands as he fights to keep control over himself. I don’t want him to remain in control, though. I want all of him, rough and rugged. I peer up, maintaining the eye contact as I suck him deeper.
“I don’t want to think about how you got this good at blow jobs,” he grunts, hips shifting lightly. “But I’m really fucking thankful for it.”
I grin, then twirl my tongue around him.
“Gotta stop, honey.” He pulls out of my mouth in one swift move, then shifts me so I’m on my hands and knees, his length prodding against me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I moan, pushing myself against him. It’s embarrassing how much I want him, need him still.
“Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
I glance over my shoulder, his disheveled hair and wrinkled shirt making him look as desperate as I feel. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clear.”
“Got tested a year ago and haven’t been with anyone else since,” he says. I try not to show my surprise at that, only nodding before I push myself closer to him, this time letting a bit of his tip enter me.
Carter wraps my loose ponytail around his fist once, twice and pulls me back. “That hair. That fucking hair.” And then, he plunges into me.
My back arches at the sudden intrusion, my body suddenly lit with high voltage. Carter stills inside me as I try to relax and adjust to his size. He’s breathing hard but giving me the time I need, andeventually, I rotate my hips so he can hit the spot I need and clench around him.
Carter runs his other hand over my backside, rubbing soothing circles. “Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming of this?”
“Since we shared a bed?” I guess as I move so his cock pulls back.
“Way before then, honey. Since I saw you across the bar that first time.”
I shudder, then I sit back on him, making us both groan.
With this go ahead, Carter starts moving in and out, setting his pace to the sounds I make, to the way I shiver and falter under him. The way he pulls at my hair creates the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, and when he brings his free hand to my clit and starts rubbing, I almost lose it.
“Do you know how beautiful you look around me?” he says against my ear once he pulls my hair enough that I’m standing on my knees, my ass stuck to his hips as he rolls them, hitting me inside at an angle that’s almost too much. “You’ve done something to me. I can’t get you out of my fucking head.” He continues rubbing me at the perfect speed and pressure, having learned from the way I did it before.
“I don’t think I can take it much longer,” I whisper, moving against him so I’m as much in control as he is. I’m not sure what gets me off the most between his words and the way he touches me.
“Good.” He pulls my head to one side so he can nip at my neck on the other. “Me neither.” Then he keeps the same speedbut somehow finds a way to go even harder and deeper. “You’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you?”
I nod, reaching back so I can grip his hair, his back, anything as my orgasm builds and builds, and when he turns my head and kisses me with a tenderness he hasn’t shown before, I explode.
My nails scratch at the skin of his neck as I come again, this time contracting against his cock as his pace quickens, movements ragged and jerky until he lets out a groan and collapses against my back, emptying himself inside me.
It takes me a moment to come back to myself, both of us catching our breaths, our lower bodies tangled together. Once I do, I still don’t move, unsure where this evening is going to go. Carter could just as well get up and go to bed.
No, he wouldn’t, a small voice tells me.
