Page 88 of Finding Carly
He smiled briefly before lowering his head.
The next few minutes were some of the best of Carly’s life. No one had ever made her feel the way Jag did. As if she was going to come out of her skin. He seemed to know exactly how much pressure to apply to her clit to drive her crazy, but not send her over the edge.
“Jag, please!”
“Please what?” he mumbled against her sensitive skin.
“Make me come. Ineedto.”
“I like you like this,” he said, lowering his head.
“Jag…” Carly whined.
He chuckled, and the warm puffs of air against her pussy were both heaven and hell.
His fingers slicked between her lips once more, spreading her excitement up to her clit and lightly caressing it. “You’re soaking wet. And it’s all for me.” He sounded somehow smug and in awe at the same time.
“Uh-huh,” Carly murmured.
“I want to watch you orgasm,” Jag said. “I’ve never seen it. Not from someone I’ve cared about, that is.”
His words alone almost made Carly go over the edge. She both hated and loved that she would be his first in some very important ways. “I’m close, Jag. Please!”
Instead of lowering his head, he flattened his hand on her lower belly and used his thumb to manipulate her clit. At the same time, he inserted two fingers from his other hand inside her body. He began to thrust in and out while strumming her clit.
Carly’s hips shot off the mattress and she groaned. He continued to finger fuck her, and Carly couldn’t keep still. She thrust against his fingers over and over as a keening sound she’d never heard before escaped her throat.
It was too good. Too much. Almost overwhelming.
“That’s it. Almost there,” Jag said, his voice gruff. His eyes dark.
Then his fingers moved faster, rocking in and out of her soaking folds as he increased the pace of the flicking on her clit. Carly’s hips stopped moving in midair and she hung there for a moment as she stood on the edge of the precipice of pleasure.
Then she was flying. Her heart beat out of control and she forgot to breathe as she experienced the most intense and out-of-control orgasm she’d ever had in her life.
Jag’s fingers slowed, but he never stopped caressing her as she continued to shake. When she finally sagged back down to the mattress, Jag removed his fingers from inside her and lowered his head.
He licked her over and over, eagerly, as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste. Every time his tongue brushed against her sensitive clit, Carly jerked.
Just when she didn’t think she could stand another moment of his touch, when she was once more ready to lose it, Jag rose to his knees. He ripped off his T-shirt and shoved his sleep pants over his hips. For a second, Carly didn’t think he was even going to take the time to remove them totally, but then he fell to one hip and jerked them off.
His cock was long and hard. Thick. She’d felt it against her when they were sleeping and when they made out, but she’d never seen it. Carly wanted to touch him. Wanted to drive him as crazy as he’d made her, but she forced herself to remain still.
Jag once more pushed her thighs apart as he scooted closer. They both moaned when the tip of his cock brushed against her soaking folds.
“You ready?” he asked as he took hold of the base of his cock and squeezed.
“Yes,” Carly said, succinctly and clearly.
She held her breath as he moved even closer.
* * *
Jag couldn’t think straight. He licked his lips and tasted Carly there. He could’ve spent all night worshiping her, tasting her, watching and feeling her explode on his fingers and mouth. It was the most amazing thing he’d ever felt. So wet. So tight. But he wanted it all. Wanted everything from her.
This was nothing like it had been with Bridget.Nothing.It was more. So much more.
Being with someone he cared about, loved, made every touch, every moan, every kiss more exciting. He’d neverfeltso much as he did right this moment. Had never felt as if he didn’t get inside her, he’d literally die. The excitement and anticipation racing through him as he looked down at her was nothing like he’d ever experienced.
