Page 108 of The Naughty List

My heart is racing a mile a minute. Carson just agreed. He wants to be with me. And what did I do? I panicked and ran off. But I’m not running. No, I’m preparing. I go to my room and lie on my bed, trying to wrap my mind around this. What does this mean? That he’s willing to sleep with me? Does it mean that he actually wants to be with me? That he’s finally letting his guard down? Or is he just giving in to my wishes since I don’t seem to be letting up? I thought I’d be happy when he gave in, but now, it doesn’t feel right. I feel like a child who threw a fit to get their way. All I know is that tonight, I’m going over there and I’m going to collect on years of fantasies.

Hours pass and I finally have myself talked into taking what I want. I take a shower and shave nearly every inch of my body. I scrub every nook and cranny of my body, then climb out and slather myself in lotion that I know he loves. Then I add a little makeup and curl my hair the way he likes it. I search through my clothes and find a red and white bra and panty set. The underwear and cups of the bra are red satin but the top waistband of the panties have a white band around them just like the cups of the bra. It’s my Mrs. Clause set which is perfect for this moment cuz Santa is coming early this year and I hope he’s ready because I’m about to be really naughty.

I pair the bra and panty set with some white stockings and a garter belt, then slide my feet into some bright-red high heels. I grab my longest coat that goes well past my knees and sneak out of my house. I’d hate for my mother to stop me right now, knowing that I’m about to go have mind-blowing sex with Carson freaking Wells. I walk across the yard and knock on the door. His mother answers and she doesn’t think anything considering it’s about twenty degrees out and I’m wearing a giant ass coat that covers me from my neck practically to my ankles.

“Can I speak to Carson, please?” I ask.

“Of course, dear. He’s in his room. Go ahead and go back.” She opens the door wider and allows me to walk through. I knock on his door and a moment later, he’s pulling the door open. He sees it’s me and his smile returns.

“Hey, what are you doing here? What happened earlier; why’d you take off?”

I walk past him and he closes the door, spinning around to face me.

“Santa has come early this year and so will you,” I say, unfastening my coat and letting it fall around my feet.

His eyes stretch wide and he smiles. “What’s this?”

I walk up to him and place my hands on his shoulders. “You agreed, didn’t you?”

“I did,” he says, nodding his head.

“Well,” I say, motioning toward my body, “Get ready to open your present early this year.”

“You walked past my mother like this?”

“Well, no. I had my coat on,” I remind him.

“You know,” he says as I start to push him back toward the bed. “I was hoping to do this right, you know? A date, nice dinner, wine and dine you.”

I shake my head. “Carson, we’ve had like fifteen years of foreplay. I don’t need wined and dined.” I close the distance between us and move my mouth to his. It doesn’t take him long to warm up to me. His hands find my hips and he picks me up and holds me against him. My legs wrap around his hips as he carries me over to the bed. As he crawls up onto the bed, he lays me down gently until all of his weight is pressing against me. And oh my God, he feels amazing. His bed is soft and smells like him. His hands are strong and touring my body. His mouth is soft but forceful and he kisses me, taking what he wants while giving me what I need.

His mouth falls from mine and makes its way down my jaw and neck. His hands find my breasts and he massages them, winding me up tighter. I can’t take going slow. I feel like I’m going to explode. So I grab ahold of his shirt and pull it up. He breaks away long enough to pull it off and send it flying across the room. He’s back on me in a second, stripping away my bra.

“Fuck, Felicity,” he says, lowering his mouth to my hard nipples. He sucks one into his mouth and I let out a loud moan. His tongue flicks against it again and again, and it feels like I’m only a moment from my release already. He continues to kiss down my body, peppering my skin with soft kisses and teasing nips. I dig my fingernails into the skin on his back and that makes his back arch, causing his hardness to press against me.

My hands move around to unfasten his jeans, but he pushes them away and works to remove my panties and garter belt with hose. He loses his patience and ends up ripping it all off me. I’m about to yell at him for ruining my clothing, but then he sucks my clit into his mouth and I see stars. My back arches up off the bed and my hands turn into fists that are tangled into the sheets. My eyes flutter closed as my lips part. His mouth is magical, knowing all the right places to touch and to tease. He licks, flicks, and sucks until I’m coming undone around him. My thighs tighten around his head as I ride out every last wave of my release. I feel like I’m being drowned. I can’t breathe. I can’t suck in the oxygen I need. All I can do is stay still and enjoy every last powerful wave of pleasure that he provides.

When my body goes weak, he pulls himself away. He’s on his knees between my legs, looking down at me as he unfastens his jeans. “What’s the matter, sweetheart. Too much for you?”

“Not even close,” I reply, watching as he pushes his jeans past his thick, long cock. It springs free and I lick my lips, wanting to touch him, to taste him. I reach for him, desperately wanting to wrap my hand around him, but he catches my hand and pins it above my head as he lowers his chest to mine. With a hand between us, he guides himself to my entrance.

“Are you sure about this,” he asks, moving his tip between my folds. “There’s no going back from here,” he warns.

“I don’t want to go back,” I tell him.

His eyes fall closed and he almost looks pained as he leans down to kiss me. “Tell me to stop, Felicity. Please, don’t let me do this,” he begs, still moving himself against me but not entering me.

“Please, don’t stop, Carson. Fuck me,” I whisper.

His mouth crashes against mine. In the same instant, he thrusts forward, sliding into me hard and deep. We both let out a moan of pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes out, holding on to my hips fiercely. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So fucking perfect, just like I knew you would be,” he says, pulling out and pushing back in. I hold on to him tight, like if I don’t, I might just fall right off the edge of the world.

I can’t explain the emotions that are bubbling up inside of me right now. Being with Carson is better than I ever could have imagined possible. It’s like wanting something your whole life and finally getting it, only to discover it’s better than you could have imagined. I’m overwhelmed with happiness, love, excitement, pleasure. So much pleasure.

His hips keep moving, pushing me closer and closer to my breaking point, but he gives me so much more. While he moves inside of me, he never stops kissing me, touching me, loving me. Years of need, yearning, passion, desire, love, it all combines and boils over. It’s strong, overwhelming, intoxicating.

It’s not long before I’m coming around him again and when I fall back down to earth, he rolls us both over, putting me on top. “Show me how badly you’ve wanted me, sweetheart,” he whispers as his hands cup my cheeks.

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