Page 87 of Finding Carly
“Yes.”
“You like this?” he asked.
Carly nodded.
He stared up at her. “Why? I haven’t even touched you.”
“Because you’re just so…I’ve never…” Carly was having trouble putting her thoughts into words. “I like it when you take control.”
“Me too,” Jag said with satisfaction and a hint of relief. “You want me to touch you?”
“Please.”
“You smell amazing,” he sighed, instead of doing what she wanted. He leaned forward and inhaled sharply. “Like ambrosia and cherries.”
Carly had no idea what the hell ambrosia smelled like, but she wasn’t going to ask.
Jag moved closer and brushed his nose against her closely cropped pubic hair. She gasped in anticipation and swayed.
His hands were there immediately, holding onto her hips, steadying her.
She felt his tongue against her hip bone…then against her wet folds. She spread her legs even farther, needing him.
But Jag didn’t continue his exploration. He stood. Voice almost guttural, he said, “Lie back on the bed, feet flat on the mattress, knees out.”
Carly shivered. Holy fuck, he was hot like this. She hurried to obey. The second she was in position, he climbed onto the mattress without taking off his clothes. Her belly clenched. For a second, she wondered if there was something wrong withherfor getting off on being so vulnerable for him. He definitely held the power right now. Not taking off his shirt or pants, ordering her into position…it all made his control over her more than clear.
He held her gaze as he shuffled toward her on his knees. Then he put his hands on her inner thighs and pushed her legs even farther apart.
Carly knew she was soaking wet. Her nipples stood up on her chest as if begging for his touch. She squirmed.
“Stay still,” he warned, and Carly immediately froze.
He settled on his stomach between her legs and used one of his hands to pull her lips apart.
“Jag,” she whimpered.
“Shhhh. I’ve never seen this up close and personal before…”
Carly bit her lip and her head fell back on the pillow. If Jag wanted to examine her, she was going to let him. He could do whatever he wanted.
At the first touch of his finger, her head came back up. She couldn’tnotwatch him.
He licked his lips again as he ran his index finger around her clit, slowly. She jerked when he touched the sensitive nub, and saw him smile.
“You like that.”
It wasn’t a question, but Carly answered anyway. “Oh, yeah. Definitely.”
Jag took his time, learning what she liked and what made her writhe under him. He eased his finger inside her body, thrusting slowly a few times, and Carly moaned. When he removed his finger, he studied it for a moment, glistening with her juices, before putting it in his mouth.
It was one of the hottest things Carly had ever seen. The look of ecstasy that crossed his face when he tasted her would be burned in her memory forever. Then, as if he couldn’t wait another moment, his head dropped and he licked her with one long swipe.
Carly bucked.
He did it again, lapping up the copious amounts of her excitement leaking from between her legs. It felt good…but when he tentatively sucked on her clit, Carly squeaked.
He looked up as if to reassure himself that the sound was one of pleasure and not something else. Carly nodded at him. “More!”
