A Pound of Flesh (A Pound of Flesh #1)(121)

“Well, I—” She cleared her throat and started to make small circles on his shoulder with her fingertip. “I am covered, I mean, you know. And I’m clean.”

“Covered?” he repeated.

“Mmhm. And you have to go for your checkups, right?” she asked, to which he nodded like a mute idiot. “So, we know you’re clean. And I trust you. That is, if you trust me?”

She was adorably uneasy as she finished her sentence and her eyes were suddenly everywhere but on Carter’s face. He lifted her chin and kissed her.

“I am clean,” he said, his eyes flickering between hers. “And I do trust you.” He kissed both of her cheeks. “With my life,” he added quietly. “But I’ll only do this if you’re sure.”

She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and pressed her heels right back into his ass, lifting her hips to his.

“I’m really, really sure.”

Carter moaned and shifted back to his original position. The tip of his cock slid along her.

Kat whimpered into his mouth. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

With a loud groan, Carter moved his arms underneath her, gripping her shoulders, anchoring himself, crushing her to him. He needed to be secured to something for fear he would lose his damn mind when he put himself inside her.

“You ready for me?” he asked, stroking her face.

“I’ve always been ready.” She pressed her lips to his.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” Carter breathed when their foreheads met.

[page]He knew he should have said something more profound, but words escaped him. Keeping his eyes on hers, Carter waited. Kat’s hand gripped him, guiding him toward her heat. Once she released him and smiled, Carter pushed forward slowly, and the tip of his cock slipped into her.

They both gasped at the sensation and Kat’s hips jerked. Carter held her shoulders tightly and opened his mouth against hers, breathing and gasping, all hot breath and wet lips. Kat mewed and closed her eyes. Carter pushed a little more and grunted into her cheek.

Kat bowed under him when—unable to stop himself—he pushed harder, sliding farther, until his hips were flush with hers, and he was fully sheathed within her. Kat cried out loudly, and tightened her thighs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

“Carter,” she moaned and kissed his throat when his head fell back in utter ecstasy.

His eyes rolled. “You feel—it feels …”

“Perfect.”

Yes, it was, and Carter could do nothing but bask in having Kat all around him.

“Move in me.”

Leaning his head close to hers, watching her face as it twisted and contorted wonderfully, Carter pulled his hips back bit by bit before pushing back in. A shaky moan rumbled through him at the concentration it took not to pump his hips hard. He pulled back again, her body gripping, and caressing, the entire length of him. It was magnificent.

Running his hand down from her shoulder to her hip, Carter continued with long, deliberate, patient strokes while his mouth began to devour the woman in his arms. Kat was equally hungry for Carter’s mouth. She sucked on his lips as he moved in her.

Kat whimpered, pushing her breasts up, rubbing her nipples against his. Her face was spectacular as he thrust deeply. Her brow furrowed above dark, lustful eyes, and her lips pursed. Carter could see a small sprinkling of sweat on her cheeks that sparkled when the light from the doorway hit her.

Carter panted. He licked her neck up to her ear and pushed into her again. Kat bit her lip before she lifted her hips, making Carter moan. He’d never been that vocal during sex before, but goddamn, no sex had ever felt this good before.