A Pound of Flesh (A Pound of Flesh #1)(117)

Kat hummed, collapsing back onto the bed, pulling Carter down with her. “For you.”

As though her words were kerosene on a naked flame, Carter’s fingertips pushed up between her lips in search of her clit. He hit it with his thumb first, and grunted. They both moaned at the contact. Carter’s index finger moved down and slipped easily against the silky wetness lying there.

Closing his eyes, he nibbled her shoulder and breathed against her skin. The tip of his finger circled her entrance teasingly, garnering a sigh from her. The fluid movements of her hips, along with husky sounds rumbling from her throat, entranced him. He couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped that shit right inside of her.

Warm. Wet. Transcendent.

She cried out when his finger began moving slowly in and out of her, right up to the knuckle.

He dropped his head and circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Kat grunted, gripping his shoulders.

She gasped while winding her hips around in a sharp, desperate figure eight. “More.”

Carter pushed another finger into her and immediately upped the speed at which they were f*cking her. Kat cried out and her hands pulled at his shoulders, hard. Carter closed his eyes and listened to the wet noises filling the room as he pumped his hand against her and feasted greedily on her delicious body. It was the sexiest symphony he’d ever heard.

His thumb found her clit once more, and another finger started to creep up inside. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her, but, f*ck, he wanted so much of himself inside of her all at once he couldn’t stop. He kept his eyes on her face as he pushed.

Gently. Carefully.

Kat’s back arched, and a long guttural groan erupted from her when Carter began to pump his curled fingers.

God, she was magnificent as she bucked and thrashed.

More.

Carter’s biceps tensed.

Harder. Faster.

He wanted her orgasm. He wanted to hear it.

[page]Taste it. Smell it. Own it.

“Carter.” Kat grabbed for him. “Oh, I’m—”

“That’s it, baby,” he panted and licked her throat, tasting the salty tang of her sweat. “Give it up. I want it.” He nibbled her earlobe, tasting apricot and candy. “You feel so good around my fingers.” He licked her jaw: honey. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He sucked her nipple hard into his mouth: vanilla.

Desperate for her to climax, Carter began slamming his fingers into her, rubbing and curling and flicking her clit. She grabbed at him and Carter moaned with her when she came hard, pulsing, and twitching, and flailing under him.

“Jesus f*cking Christ,” he gasped when her body squeezed his fingers.

She crushed her lips to his, whimpering into his mouth.

“Goddamn,” Carter murmured.

He allowed his hand to slide and tease as she panted and whispered into his neck. Her words were low and jumbled, but the shudder in her body told Carter all he needed to know: he’d made her come good. Kat glowed beatifically beneath him. He slowed his hand and kissed across her chest, up toward her jaw. Her pulse raced. She was resplendent.

“Are you okay?” He placed a gentle kiss on her open mouth. She laughed and put a hand to her throat. Her eyes closed but he could see them moving under her lids.

She blew a breath out between her lips and opened one eye to look at him above her. “Carter, your hands are genius.”

This, Carter had to laugh at. He pulled his hand out of her panties and wiggled his fingers in front of her. The skin of his fingers glistened in the light and, Carter had to admit, it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Well, that was until Kat took them into her mouth and sucked on them like a vacuum. Carter’s hips bucked of their own accord at the same time that he moaned obscenely loud.