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My pussy ached to be filled by him, and I reached greedily for the waistband of his boxers. “I want you.”

His cock bobbed inside the soft fabric, and I managed one urgent stroke before he captured my wrists and pulled them away. “Not yet, naughty girl. You’ll get what you need when I’m ready to give it to you.”

His tone carried so much heat, I had to swallow a whimper, not ready to beg yet.

With practised ease, he half lifted me and flicked open my bra, sliding it off and exposing all of me. My nipples were as hard as marbles. He admired them as he straddled me, his cock pressing against my belly. I rocked against him, aching for enough friction to provide some relief.

“Arms up,” he ordered. When I obeyed, he placed each of my hands around one of the slats on my wooden headboard. “I want you to hang on, and don’t let go until I say you can. Will you do that?”

“Yes.” Desire crackled through me, driving my need higher. Anything, whatever he wanted. I was ready to spontaneously combust, and I needed him to touch me now.

“Good girl.” The wicked grin he gave me was so unlike Carter’s usual easy smile, and it, too, set off another surge of desire. He was melting me, and I never wanted it to stop.

I clung to the headboard like a life raft as he whispered kisses down each arm. Goose bumps pebbled my skin, and I shivered.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“No.” Aroused beyond belief, hovering on the edge of madness, but not cold.

Satisfied, Carter continued pressing kisses over my skin, stopping to nip the flesh at my elbow, then nuzzling my neck. I arched my back, trying to get closer to him. He sank his teeth into the side of my neck, drawing a shriek from me. He swiped his tongue over the stinging flesh.

“You liked that? Want me to do it again?”

I nodded and tilted my head to expose my neck. I had no idea the skin there was so sensitive, or that a simple bite could bring me to the edge of orgasm.

He pressed his teeth into the offered skin with enough force to set off all my nerve endings. I bucked my hips and writhed under him. I needed Carter like no one else.

At the point where sensations were about to become pain, he stopped. I panted, trying to catch my breath, aching for him to keep going, to give me more.

Again his tongue soothed the patch of skin; then he moved up and captured my mouth, his tongue plundering and taking everything I was willing to give. He absorbed every moan and gasp, coaxing more from me as his hands moved to my breasts, sending new sensations to my pleasure centres.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he whispered as he inched down my body until his mouth was positioned over my breasts. “All of you. Every kiss, every sound. Knowing I make you feel this way is indescribable.”

He drew a nipple into his mouth, the flat of his tongue running over it before his teeth closed around it. Sparks exploded behind my eyes as the sensation shot through me.

Everything felt so different tonight. More intense, more pleasurable. I was afraid to put a name on the feeling, because it would only mean pain in the long run. All I wanted was the bliss right now.

Carter continued his exploration down, down, until he reached the band of my underwear, the last barrier between him and my heated core. With a wink, he took the band in his teeth and pulled, slowly dragging them down my legs, and off. He sat back on his knees and surveyed me spread before him like I was a prize he’d wanted forever.

I squirmed under his gaze, self-conscious at his intensity.

“So beautiful,” he said again.

I shivered and gripped the headboard harder, wanting to give him everything he was giving me.

He stood and stripped off his briefs. His cock jutted straight out, displaying in the clearest way how much he wanted me. Desire burned bright in his eyes, those dark-blue pools I felt I could drown in every time he looked at me.

Carter knelt between my parted thighs and stroked his fingers down the length of my slit. He traced each side of my opening, swirling digits through the slick wetness he found there, dancing around the bundle of nerves crying out for his attention.

“Please.” Now I was begging. I was skating the edge, balanced on the precipice of release.

“Please? Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come,” I whimpered. “I want your mouth. I want your hands. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me.” The words poured out of me, words I’d never been comfortable sharing with any man until him.

Staring into my eyes, he dragged his finger over my sensitive flesh and circled my clit, brushing it lightly, teasing me.

“Carter . . .” A firm stroke from his thumb sent shock waves through me.