Page 75 of Convincing Carrie
He gave a low moan and then crushed his lips to mine, giving me hard, desperate kisses that spoke of years of deprivation. I kissed him back just as hard and jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands immediately went to my ass. “You feel so damn good,” he said.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I insisted, nipping at his bottom lip then sucking on his tongue.
He walked me into the house and pushed me against the first wall he came to. “Oh God,” I cried as he dipped his head and sucked a hard nipple through the layers of my shirt and bra. They were thin, and I felt the heat, the suction, and the pull thatseemed to connect to my core. It felt fantastic, and I let my head rest against the wall.
He moved between my breasts, working me into a frenzy until I needed more. His cock was long, thick, and hard as a steel pipe. I moved against it, causing him to hiss.
“Fuck, baby.”
I moved up and down until his hands came to my waist to stop me.
“What are you doing?” I gasped out.
His eyes locked with mine. “Carrie, if we do much more of this it’s going to be hard to stop. I… I want to make sure you’re okay with this. That you want this.”
“I want it,” I said impatiently, trying to grind against him. He held me still, though.
“I don’t want you to regret this. And if I have you like this, I’m going to want it to mean something. You’re not just a good fuck to me, Carrie. You never were. You’re perfect. You’re special. And I want to be with you.”
I was still breathing heavily as I looked at him. We were staring into each other’s eyes, and the moment was intense. I felt as if we were on the edge of something huge. If I tipped over one way, I’d be choosing him… possibly forever. And if I tipped the other way, it might be a sign that our time together should be over. That we should both move on.
I studied his handsome face. It was the face I’d loved, then I’d hated, then I’d come to love again. I put my hands on either side of his face. “I want this. I want you.”
A beautiful smile broke over his face. “Yeah?”
I nodded.
He looked slightly suspicious. “And you know this means we’re giving things another try, right? That it’s not just for tonight?”
“Yes, Thatch,” I moaned, laughing. “Now take me to the fucking bedroom.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I shivered. “I love commands,” I whispered, my lips almost on his.
He got a wicked grin on his face. “Oh, I remember, baby.” He kissed me as he walked me back to my bedroom. We bumped against a couple of walls on the way, but it didn’t slow us down. When we finally got there, he tossed me on the bed.
“Now be a good girl and take off all your clothes.”
He stripped off his clothes while I worked on mine. When I got down to my bra and underwear, he stopped me.
“I want to look at you,” he said in a low voice. He stared at me hungrily and his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it hard a couple of times.
I moved restlessly, staring at it.
“You want this?”
I nodded, stripping off my panties.
“You’re going to have to wait a minute.” He pulled me to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs as he got to his knees. He rested my thighs on his shoulders and started kissing and licking me.
I cried out, leaning back.
“God, I’ve missed this pussy.” He licked and sucked and teased until I was a wet, writhing mess. I was so desperate to come as he worked me to the edge and then backed off a few times, that I was trying to ride his face. He put his hand on my abdomen and pushed me back. “I’m not finished yet, baby.”
I quivered beneath his mouth as he entered me with his tongue several times, his eyes looking up at me to see my reaction. I was almost sobbing with need when he grinned, licked his lips, and sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it fast with the tip of his tongue.
I screamed as I came harder than I’d come in a long, long time. “My God.” My hands went to his head, holding him there as he continued to suckle, making the orgasm last and last. When I was finished, I laid back on the bed, sated and breathless.
