Chapter 9
He was kissing her!
They'd barely made it back to the resort before she wanted to make out with him in the car, pull him close and not let go. It wouldn't have been a great look for either of them, but there was too much air between them, and she'd had enough of it.
His hands were rough on her hips as he pressed her against the door inside her room. The second they made it in, they were on each other. Carter's lips were soft and warm, and as he kissed her, Willow felt like she was tasting the constellations in the sky. Everything in the universe was right, beautiful, perfect. She craved even his breath.
The kiss became rougher, his touches more adventurous, and she giggled into it.
“What?” he asked, catching his breath as he leaned away from her for a moment.
“Nothing,” she said, smiling. “It's just, I can't believe I haven't known you more than just twenty-four hours and now we're…” She motioned between them before leaning up to kiss him again.
“That doesn't sound like a complaint,” he said, smiling as they kissed more.
“It's definitely not. I just don't usually do stuff like this,” she admitted, gasping as one of his hands cupped her breast.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his lips leaving hers and heading to her jawline and neck.
“God, yes,” she gasped. The sensation of his stubble was almost too much. Every part of him set her on fire. She wanted to devour him and let him devour her as well. He nipped a couple of tiny, pink spots into her skin, lavishing over them with kisses and licks. Willow found herself arching against him, her dress riding up to her thighs.
“Bed,” he growled, his hands directing her.
“Yes,” she agreed dreamily. Taking his hand, she lead him to the queen-sized bed. He followed and pressed her down on the bed, his warm hands riding up the outsides of her thighs as he kissed further down her neck to her breasts. Willow's breath hitched, and he started sliding up her dress, revealing her lacey, black underwear.
She needed him desperately, and it couldn't be soon enough.
“Condoms are in my bag.” She motioned to her purse sitting on the floor by the door they had just burst in.
“Don't need them just yet,” his voice was thick with arousal. He sounded hungry, dangerous, and his voice went straight to her clit, leaving her throbbing and untouched.
For now.
She helped him pull her dress up and over her head, leaving her skin bare and covered in goosebumps.
“Unfair that I'm the only naked one,” she teased, tugging at his hair as he started kissing her again.
“Mm,” Carter replied, kissing her stomach before he leaned back, smirking, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Willow had never gotten to have a man strip for her like this before, and Carter was putting on a show. Every button that popped open revealed a new bit of tantalizing muscle, a new strip of clean skin that she was dying to kiss and taste. His shirt slid to the ground behind him, and she hoped he'd pull off his pants as well, but he seemed to be on a mission.
“Do you mind if I have dessert?” he asked, tugging at the line of her panties. The question would have been embarrassing, mortifying, if any other man had said that while referring to her sex, but with him, it just boosted her arousal further. He could probably say anything, and it would still be sexy as hell to her.
“Be my guest,” she teased, lifting her hips so that he could tug off her underwear. She thanked whatever gods she could that she'd shaved that morning.
Carter kissed her thighs slowly, his stubble rubbing her delicate skin in ways that left her wanting for more. Just when he got close enough on one thigh that she could feel his breath on her vulva, he switched to the other and began kissing down again. She was starving for him and losing her mind in anticipation.
“Please,” she gasped.
“Hmm?” he asked, smiling as he looked up at her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss him for the sublime teasing, or beg him to touch her. Either sounded like a fantastic idea.
His mouth was far away, though.
“Please touch me,” she begged, her breath hitching at hearing herself say the words.
“Of course,” he answered. His right hand ghosted up her thigh and against her entrance. She moaned at the sudden sensation and then gasped as his fingers led a straight line up to her clit. He stroked in circular motions against it, his face focused and obviously pleased with her reactions.
“Oh, my god,” she gasped out, rolling her hips with his touches.
Carter lowered his face, and his tongue replaced his fingers, swirling against his clit with warmth and wetness. Willow cried out at the feeling, and his hands anchored her hips in place. His hot tongue went from her clit down to her trembling entrance, and then back up, pausing to pay attention to whichever parts she reacted most to.
She knew she could come just like this, his face pressed into her and dealing her the greatest pleasure she'd ever felt.
He slid his right hand off her hip, still keeping her in place with his other, and guided two of his fingers beneath his chin and into her. It was slow, and just enough. She was amazed at how wet she was already. Nobody had ever turned her on like this before or connected with her body so easily.
He crooked his fingers inside her, and Willow was seeing stars again.
She rocked into his hand and against his face, despite his other hand trying to keep her in place.
“This feels so good,” she breathed, not wanting to hold back the compliment. His pace increased a little until he was basically fucking her with his ring and middle fingers, pulsing them in and out of her while making come-hither motions with the tips. He licked another stripe down from where his fingers filled her, back up to her clit, and made a noise like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. “Ah God, yes. Like that,” she said, but even as the words left her lips, she wanted more.
She needed him in her, and he was making her wait so long.
“Please fuck me,” Willow tugged at his hair to pull him from between her legs. When he looked up at her, his face was slick with her arousal, and it would be embarrassing if it wasn't so hot. He wiped his face off on his shirt he'd just tossed aside, tossed a condom on the bed from her purse, and began to unbutton his pants.
Willow slid further up on the bed, away from the edge, and watched his performance.
He was beautifully muscled as if he was carved from marble, every curve and indent purposeful and stunning.
A work of art to be cherished.
To be loved.
She pushed that thought aside as she finally saw his cock.
It sprung out of his pants and jut out proudly toward her, a dusty pink, save for the dark head. She wanted it in her mouth, wanted to make him feel as good as he'd made her, but she pushed that thought aside.
“You're fucking delicious,” he said, climbing on the bed and over her, pinning her against the mattress.
“Yeah?” she asked, it was something she'd never been told before.
“Like strawberries,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.
She was sure he was lying, teasing, but she loved the compliment all the same. She could taste herself on his lips, but it didn't matter, she wanted to kiss him and never stop kissing him.
He lowered down onto her, his stomach against her, and opened the condom pack with his teeth before putting it on his cock. Carter teased her with the head of his cock, pressing it against her eager entrance before he slid it up to her clit and circled against it. She thought he'd never be in her…and then he started pressing into her.
The stretch was incredible.
It didn't hurt. He'd prepped her enough with his fingers, and as he filled her, she felt nothing but pleasure.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his lips seeking her neck, nipping and kissing there as he bottomed out inside of her.
“Oh, my god,” she said for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
He pulled back and then pressed in again, slowly.
She rolled her hips to meet his motion.
Soon, their speed increased, and they were bucking into each other passionately, the bed moving with them like a ship on the sea.
Willow felt incredible. She felt seen for the first time in her life, and she didn't want any of it to end. His thrusts were hitting something inside of her that left her wanting more after every movement, and she could feel herself getting close.
His left hand that had been cupping her breast, moved down and started rubbing against her clit quickly. Willow moaned so loudly she surprised herself. She could feel her orgasm nearing, even if she didn't want to come quite yet.
“God, I'm going to come,” she warned him, not wanting to surprise him.
“Then come for me,” he grunted, still pressing into her.
His words telling her to come were enough to push her over the edge.
Her orgasm wrecked her, leaving her feeling like she wasn't even part of the room anymore, like she wasn't even in her body. She was buzzing and moaning, and her entire body felt like it had seized up in the pleasure of it.
When she finally came down from it, he was sucking a mark into her neck and thrusting desperately into her tightness that was a result of her orgasm. She felt him begin to still, coming in her, and she pulled up his face so she could kiss him through it, feeling tears prickle at the sides of her eyes from the pleasure.
He finally stopped thrusting, breathing heavily, and pulled out before collapsing next to her.
“Oh, my god,” she murmured, kissing him and not wanting to stop.
“Yeah,” he agreed. A laugh was just under his voice.
“That was the best sex I've ever had,” she admitted, knowing it wasn't just the afterglow of sex that was making her feel this good. She felt changed, different, and she knew it was because of Carter. There was something about him that nobody else had, and she wanted every bit of it.