I stare at him, my ass on the marble countertop, as he spreads my legs wider. He slowly unfastens the stockings from my panties then kisses down my inner thigh.

Excitement rages through me. I’m not sure this is the right thing to do, but I can’t help myself. I want him so badly I can barely think. He’s so sure of himself, so confident and strong, plus he’s so incredibly handsome. I want him to take care of me, want him to do whatever he wants to me. I’ve never had man touch me the way he does, with such skill and intensity. My skin feels like it’s on fire as he takes my panties in both hands and slides them off my body.

He bites his lip and teases my pussy with his fingers. “You’re fucking perfect,” he says. “Look at this tight little cunt. And dripping wet, too. Fuck, Kylie, I don’t think you know what you do to me.”

“I’m the one on the counter,” I moan back.

“That’s right. You’re not moving an inch. You’re all mine.” He presses his mouth between my legs then and I gasp as his tongue begins to lap at my swollen clit.

Desire rolls through me in waves. I can hardly think as his tongue and teeth lap and nibble at my clit. He works me skillfully, unlike anyone before him. I didn’t know a man could do that with his tongue and mouth, sucking on my clit like that, but he clearly knows what he’s doing.

It drives me wild. I grip the edge of the counter as he works his magic, tongue and lips on my clit, strong hands on my thighs. I’ve never experienced something like this before, never had a guy go down on me like this. Carson licks and sucks me like he’s starving, like he loves the way I taste and can’t get enough. That only makes me so much more excited.

He moves one hand away from my thighs then presses two fingers deep into my pussy. I moan, deep and low, as he continues to suck my clit, fingers sliding in and out of me, fucking me. I release the edge of the counter and grab his hair, pressing him tighter, rolling my hips.

He goes with me, licking and sucking, fucking with his fingers, making my body tense and work. I’ve never been pushed like this, never been brought so close to coming with a man’s tongue and fingers alone before. It’s an amazing feeling, incredible, and it builds deep in my core.

I don’t know if I can hold back. “Carson,” I moan. “I’m close. Oh god, I’m going to come. Please, you don’t have to.”

“I want to taste you,” he grunts. “Come in my fucking mouth, Kylie.”

I gasp, tossing my head back, as he sucks and licks and fucks me with renewed intensity. I love his dirty mouth, can’t believe that he actually loves making me feel this way, and I lose myself to the moment, lose myself completely.

I’ve never felt so naked and so free yet so controlled before. It’s a contradiction of feeling and intensity, but it’s all true inside of me, as the pleasure overloads and washes over me.

I come and he doesn’t let up. He keeps working my pussy as my muscles tense and the orgasm explodes through my body and my mind, overwhelming me with pleasure.

He never lets up, not until it slowly subsides. And then he licks me up, lapping up every drop, before stepping back, his face flushed, admiring me.

I prop myself up on my elbows, breathing deep. He helps me slide down from the counter and wraps his strong arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest.

I breathe his smell in deep and let out a contented sigh. I never pictured this happening, at least not at first. I was too busy worrying about surviving in this place to think about what he could make me feel.

But now that it happened, I already know that I need more. I can’t stay here and not let him touch me, not when he can make me feel that. I know I can’t hold back, not anymore.

“That’s what you wanted,” he whispers in my ear. “Maybe you didn’t know it. But you do now.”

I nod against his chest. “You’re right.”

“My two favorite words.” He grins and looks at me then kisses me softly.

I pull myself closer to him and relax, enjoying the glow of the moment. Eventually, I get dressed and he helps me put my presents away in my closet. The rest of the night is spent eating a good meal and talking about our lives.

But I can’t stop thinking about the way he held me. I felt so safe and secure in his arms, like the world outside his embrace doesn’t exist. It was a strange and good and terrifying feeling all at once. I don’t know if it means that I’d be willing to forget the world for him, but I’m not going to question it too much, at least not now.

I’ll worry about that when the time comes.