Page 74 of Where Happiness Begins
I’m panting against him, my core clenching when he rubs his cock against me once more.
“Did you enjoy watching me touch myself?” he breathes, so low I barely catch it.
“You have no idea,” I say, riding his hips for any hint of friction I can get, then suck at the spot where his jaw meets his neck. “Now get my dress off.”
His hands never stop roaming my body. “We don’t have to.”
“I said take my dress off,” I repeat before kissing him, this time biting his lip.
He winces, but the hurt only seems to excite him more. His lips even curl against mine, eyes dark. “As you wish.”
He steps back just enough so there’s space for him to push the straps of my dress down my arms, exposing my naked breasts to him. My nipples harden against the cool air, but the sensation is immediately forgotten when Carter pushes me back against the wall and wraps his warm lips against one nipple, licking and sucking until I’m gasping out loud.
“You make me crazy, you know that?” he says before lightly biting the edge of my left breast. The back of my head rests against the wall as I push my chest against his mouth, feeling like my mindhas left my body and I’m only chasing sensations. “With that tight dress showing that perfect ass, barely covering your tits.” He rubs a thumb over my nipple, looking at it like he’s mesmerized. “Fuck. I wanted to kill every single man who stared at you.” He punctuates his sentence by moving to my other breast and licking it from top to bottom, dragging a moan out of my throat.
“I didn’t care about any other man,” I say, rolling my pelvis against his hardness so I can get some friction where I need him the most.
“Better not.” He trails kisses down my sternum as his hands move up from my thighs higher, caressing all the sensitive skin there. “I don’t give back what’s mine.” Another long kiss. “I’ll give you everything you want.” His gaze looks lost as he stares at the wet spot he left on my skin. “Everything.”
His hands continue to climb my thighs, up until his thumbs brush my panties. Against my neck, he whispers, “Are you wet for me?”
I nod, mouth dry. There’s not enough air in this room, on this planet.
“Show me,” he says, rubbing his finger back and forth at the edge of my panties, so close to where I want him but never getting there.
Not wanting to waste another second, I push my panties to the side and grab his hand, bringing it to my drenched middle.
Carter hums, dragging one finger up from my entrance all the way to my clit, giving it one rub that has me shaking before he pulls it away. I almost cry as I watch him bring the finger to mylips, making me suck on it, taste myself. The groan he lets out reverberates all through my strung-out body.
“Not what I meant,” he says, then picks me up and brings me to the couch. He lays me down on my back. “Showed you mine, now show me yours.”
I stare at him, breaths erratic.
He runs a hand over my belly, once again looking lost, like he’s in a haze. He traces my transplant scar with a sort of reverence. Then he brings his gaze back to mine, glazed. “Touch yourself, honey.”
I have the reflex to be embarrassed and hide, but he’s right. Hedidshow me his, planned or not. It’s only fair I return the favor.
It takes all the courage in my body to bring my trembling hand down to my core and spread my legs under Carter’s carnal stare. Then I start stroking myself gently, so gently, but even those light touches make me shudder. It feels so different from when I do it by myself, and I attribute it all to the way Carter watches me, like I’m all his daydreams turned into reality. His cock strains against his zipper, outlined in his trousers, the sight giving me another boost of bravery. He’s enjoying this as much as I am.
I roll my hips against my fingers, rubbing my clit faster and faster, feeling warmer than I’ve been all night. Carter’s eyes have gone completely dark as they’re fixed on my drenched middle, following each movement of my fingers with bated breath.
It’s too much. I’ve imagined him so many times while touching myself, but watching him as I do so, the part of his lips and the way he has to adjust himself in his pants as he continues watching,it’s too overwhelming. I push my head back against the cushions, closing my eyes as I circle faster, legs starting to quake.
He tsks, pulling my chin so my face is tilted back toward him. “Eyes open. I want to see you when you come.”
I gasp a breath, hips undulating to get more friction, more movement, more, more, more.
“You’re doing such a good job,” he says, then crawls closer onto the couch so he’s on his knees between my legs. “Want a finger inside?”
I nod, unable to speak.
He doesn’t waste time inserting a knuckle, then another, the feeling so delicious I almost come right there.
“Jesus fuck,” he mutters before he finally leans over me and kisses me once more. His finger never stops pumping inside me as his tongue plunges into my mouth once more, curling against mine, stealing the breath right out of my lungs. I’m not sure I’m even kissing him back, too focused on the way his finger curls inside me at just the right spot while I continue rubbing my clit, pressure building and building in my body until finally, I explode.
“Carter,” I moan as I pulse around his finger, gripping him between my legs while I pull his face closer to mine, his hair clenched between my fingers. It feels like my orgasm lasts forever, my lips parted against his like he’s inhaling every sound I make, looking at me with a hunger I’ve never seen on anyone before.
“That’s it, honey,” he coos, pumping until I can’t take it anymore. I push myself away, catching my breath as his hands knead my thighs.
