Page 45 of Miss Behaved
I wrap my arms around him tighter. Teeth clash against lips, and there’s no getting as close as my body needs me to. I drag my fingers through his thick blonde hair and pull his head back to kiss the stubble on his jaw and neck. His face dips, and the scratch of his beard is relieved by the softness of his tongue sending shock waves between my legs.
Carson carries me toward the bed like I weigh nothing in his thick arms, and we buckle as we fall against it. He lifts up onto his elbows on either side of my head and brushes the hair off my face.
“Monica,” he whispers, sprinkling a line of kisses from my jaw down my neck. I moan and drive my hips upward, his dick grinding against my clit. “Tell me what you want.”
Carson pauses with his lips on the base of my throat and rakes his teeth back up my neck before fixing his gaze on me. My hips rotate, my body thinking on its own, wanting every inch of him.
He holds his hand over my throat at the base of my jaw, almost like he’s reading my pulse.
“What do you need?” he says. There is pure heat behind those ocean-blue eyes.
“I need you,” I say, tipping my chin up and brushing my lips against his. “Your hands, your tongue, your dick.”
Carson’s chest rumbles with a low growl.
“I want to take a risk.” I might sound desperate, but it’s the truth. I run my tongue along his lower lip, slowly dragging a groan from him. “Show me what I’ve been missing, Carson.”
He slides his hands down my sides and peels mine off of him. Then he lifts my hands up over my head and holds them on the bed above me. “Do me a favor,” he says, tilting his hips to drag his hard length along my clit. “Don’t move your hands, you hear me?”
Carson pushes them gently into the duvet overhead, and I nod. Both of his palms drag roughly down my arms, a trail of heat in their path. His fingers slip under the neckline of my dress and pull it downward, cupping it beneath my breasts, the taut fabric pushing them up.
“Fuck,” he says, dragging his wet tongue over one of my nipples before pulling it between his teeth. He bites harder, and my throat lets out a screaming moan as the sensation shifts from pain to pleasure. Carson smiles with me still in his mouth.
“That,” he says, popping my nipple from his mouth and dragging his stubble from one breast to the other, “is the greatest sound in the world.”
His lips suck my other nipple, and he holds the peak in his teeth and pulls. When he circles his tongue on the tip, I think I might come apart.
He lifts his head, and a wild grin darkens his gaze. “You like that?”
I sputter out a “yes” and reach for him.
“Not yet.” He pins my hands back over my head.
His palm drags down over my neck and holds the base of it while his lips take my mouth, his tongue dancing the same circles that played along my breasts.
Driving up, I grind my center against him, trying to find some relief, and it brings a smile to his mouth.
Moving downward, Carson trails kisses along my neck, between my breasts, and his hands slip my dress up and bunch it around my belly button. He rakes his fingers down my sides and then slips them along my inner thighs, avoiding the hot, drenched place I need to feel him.
“Your pussy is begging for me,” Carson says, sliding a finger up and dragging the triangle of lace to the side.
Those bright blue eyes drink me in, and satisfaction I haven’t felt from any other man strikes me straight to my core. It’s as if my body’s been in hibernation, waiting for Carson to wake it. His finger slides along my wet slit and hits the engage button.
He slips a finger into me, and my back arches. His thumb slides up to circle my clit, and sparklers shoot off behind my eyes.
“Do you know what I was doing before you got here?” Carson asks, curling his finger and striking a ball of nerves that unravels my center.
“What?” I can’t think or breathe.
What is he even saying?
“I was imagining this perfect pussy sliding up and down on my cock,” he says, adding another finger. “I was picturing this ass bent over in that pool while you watched me take you from behind like the dirty fucking girl I know you are.”
Slipping his other hand under me, he grips onto my ass and pulls me up to his mouth, his tongue lapping at my clit.
“Oh, God!” I scream.
He draws my sensitive clit between his teeth and gently tugs, and I’m so close to falling apart.
