life.
Kat groaned and gasped, she clutched him and muttered dirty words wrapped in love and pleading. She grew swollen and wet under his tongue and her hips moved with the rhythm he knew would have her calling out his name in mere minutes. Her head thumped against the door and, just as he slipped two fingers into her, she detonated.
Yes . That was what he lived for.
Pressing his body closer, he held her upright against the door, smiling as her knees buckled and her panted breaths echoed around their home. Despite her groans of desperate surrender, he didn’t let up until she was begging and squirming away from his eager tongue.
He stood slowly, his palms sliding up her legs, and kissed her forcefully, sharing what he’d taken from her, what she’d given him so freely. The kiss went on and on, deep and wet.
“I could kiss you . . . fuck . . . I could kiss you forever,” Carter confessed, holding her face in his hands. “Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score,” he uttered against her cheek, moving to her neck and then back to her mouth. “Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let’s kiss afresh, as when we first begun.”
Kat gasped into the words of one of her favorite poems by Robert Herrick that she’d taught him one stormy night at the beach house during the summer. “I need you,” she breathed. “Please, Carter.”
She pulled the fly of his pants open and pushed her hand inside. Carter groaned when her small fingers wrapped around the hot skin of his cock. He panted, his forehead dropping to her shoulder.
“Does that feel good?” she asked, licking his throat, teasing him.
“Goddammit, yes,” he replied, sucking in a hiss of breath.
Kat released him for one quick moment and licked her palm from wrist to fingertip.
Good God.
Carter whimpered as he watched and groaned deeply when the heat and slickness of her hand slid along his full length.
“You’re so hard,” she moaned.
Carter’s mouth smashed against hers with a frenzied grunt. “Always for you,” he replied, grabbing her breasts through the bodice of her dress.
“I want you in my mouth,” she murmured. “Take me to bed.”
Carter didn’t hesitate. Yanking her hand from his pants, he scooped her up into his arms and hurried to the bedroom, smiling as he kissed her, feeling her laughter resound around his racing heart. He stripped in record time, throwing his clothes across the room before he watched the gown that had had him salivating all night drop to the floor, leaving his girl naked except for her panties. He disposed of those just as quickly. He laid himself on top of her, growling into her skin, caressing her body as though she were breakable. He knew the dips and curves of her better than he knew his own body, but each time he touched her was a revelation.
They clung to each other, rubbed against each other, and finally rolled so she was straddling his waist. He sat up, pressing his mouth to her right nipple. It puckered instantly, and the sound that came from Kat’s throat when he took it between his lips and teased it was awesome.
“You’re so good at that,” she gasped, biting her bottom lip.
“You like my tongue, baby girl?” he asked as he flicked her nipple once more. Her gaze burned him in all the right ways.
Christ, he was so hard with her wrapped around him and one small move of her hips and he’d be buried to the hilt, enveloped, inside.
She pulled her nipple from his fervent mouth and smiled, sensing his intent. “I’m tasting you first.”
Carter huffed as though what she’d said was seriously inconvenient. “Do you have to?” he deadpanned. “Don’t. Please. Stop.”
He muffled her laugh with his mouth and sucked her tongue hard, gradually lying back down on the bed. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he wound his around her waist, holding her as close
Kat groaned and gasped, she clutched him and muttered dirty words wrapped in love and pleading. She grew swollen and wet under his tongue and her hips moved with the rhythm he knew would have her calling out his name in mere minutes. Her head thumped against the door and, just as he slipped two fingers into her, she detonated.
Yes . That was what he lived for.
Pressing his body closer, he held her upright against the door, smiling as her knees buckled and her panted breaths echoed around their home. Despite her groans of desperate surrender, he didn’t let up until she was begging and squirming away from his eager tongue.
He stood slowly, his palms sliding up her legs, and kissed her forcefully, sharing what he’d taken from her, what she’d given him so freely. The kiss went on and on, deep and wet.
“I could kiss you . . . fuck . . . I could kiss you forever,” Carter confessed, holding her face in his hands. “Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score,” he uttered against her cheek, moving to her neck and then back to her mouth. “Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let’s kiss afresh, as when we first begun.”
Kat gasped into the words of one of her favorite poems by Robert Herrick that she’d taught him one stormy night at the beach house during the summer. “I need you,” she breathed. “Please, Carter.”
She pulled the fly of his pants open and pushed her hand inside. Carter groaned when her small fingers wrapped around the hot skin of his cock. He panted, his forehead dropping to her shoulder.
“Does that feel good?” she asked, licking his throat, teasing him.
“Goddammit, yes,” he replied, sucking in a hiss of breath.
Kat released him for one quick moment and licked her palm from wrist to fingertip.
Good God.
Carter whimpered as he watched and groaned deeply when the heat and slickness of her hand slid along his full length.
“You’re so hard,” she moaned.
Carter’s mouth smashed against hers with a frenzied grunt. “Always for you,” he replied, grabbing her breasts through the bodice of her dress.
“I want you in my mouth,” she murmured. “Take me to bed.”
Carter didn’t hesitate. Yanking her hand from his pants, he scooped her up into his arms and hurried to the bedroom, smiling as he kissed her, feeling her laughter resound around his racing heart. He stripped in record time, throwing his clothes across the room before he watched the gown that had had him salivating all night drop to the floor, leaving his girl naked except for her panties. He disposed of those just as quickly. He laid himself on top of her, growling into her skin, caressing her body as though she were breakable. He knew the dips and curves of her better than he knew his own body, but each time he touched her was a revelation.
They clung to each other, rubbed against each other, and finally rolled so she was straddling his waist. He sat up, pressing his mouth to her right nipple. It puckered instantly, and the sound that came from Kat’s throat when he took it between his lips and teased it was awesome.
“You’re so good at that,” she gasped, biting her bottom lip.
“You like my tongue, baby girl?” he asked as he flicked her nipple once more. Her gaze burned him in all the right ways.
Christ, he was so hard with her wrapped around him and one small move of her hips and he’d be buried to the hilt, enveloped, inside.
She pulled her nipple from his fervent mouth and smiled, sensing his intent. “I’m tasting you first.”
Carter huffed as though what she’d said was seriously inconvenient. “Do you have to?” he deadpanned. “Don’t. Please. Stop.”
He muffled her laugh with his mouth and sucked her tongue hard, gradually lying back down on the bed. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he wound his around her waist, holding her as close
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