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When I crest the wave, I open my eyes and see that the Birkin is on the dresser nearby, and I relax a little.
Carson sees me and starts to laugh as he works his way up my body, leaving loud kisses while he makes his way to my mouth.
“Were you worried about that pretty bag, Sunshine?”
“It was, like, fifty grand. So, yeah.”
He smirks and covers my lips, sinking into me. I can taste myself on him, and it only makes me more feral for him. His cock is thick and hard where it rests in my slit. He’s moving his hips, just barely dragging his dick through my wetness and tapping my clit, sending little zings through me.
“You’re the sweetest fucking woman,” he whispers against my lips. “My woman.”
“Please.”
“What do you need, baby?”
“You.”
“I’m right here.” His eyes brighten with humor because he knows what I want, but he loves hearing me ask for it.
“I need you inside of me.”
“Well, all you had to do was say so.” I narrow my eyes, and he smirks as he pulls his hips back, and when the tip is nestled against me, he nudges only that part of him inside, and I groan in frustration.
“Carson. Stop torturing me.”
“I’m not,” he whispers as he dusts his lips over my jawline to my ear. “I’m savoring you. Did you know that you have a little freckle back here, right behind your ear?”
I don’t fucking care about a freckle.
“It makes me crazy when you have your hair up and I can see it.”
“A freckle turns you on?”
“Everything you do turns me on, Rina. All you have to do is breathe and I’m ready to fuck you into next week. But this freckle?”
He licks over it, sending a shiver down my spine, and I gasp as his fingers toy with my nipple.
“Sexy as fuck.”
“Carson.”
“Yes, my love?”
God, I’ll never get tired of hearing that word out of his stellar mouth.
“Please make . . . please fuck me.”
He pauses. “Say what you were going to say, baby.”
“Make love to me.”
He pushes in until he’s fully seated, and he takes my breath away.
“Fuck.”
He doesn’t pause for long, and then he’s moving in and out in an easy, steady rhythm that has me grabbing onto his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist.
“So goddamn perfect,” he whispers against my lips. “My beautiful girl.”
