Page 92 of Fragile hearts

He stops touching me when the words leave my mouth. He sits up on his heels, licking his bottom lip. “Not god, baby, just Carson.” He lowers his head again, keeping his eyes on me as he licks me from front to back, groaning and moaning in pleasure.

“Carson, fuck.”

I can feel him smirk as he licks me. “That’s it, baby, flood my face.”

God, he’s loving this. I had no idea men liked going down on women so much.

“I’m close,” I moan, then he pulls back again. He’s smirking, gazing down at my wrecked body. He cocks his head, humming softly. His fingers tap my thigh, then he looks down, groaning at the sight. He stands up, climbs up the bed, and hovers above me again, his mouth inches from mine.

“I want to touch you, I want to pinch your clit between my fingers, I want the sounds of your moans filling your ears, I want to slip my tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself on me. I want—Fuck.” I slip my hand in his boxer, gripping his cock in a firm grip.

I need him. God, I need him so much. My hands tremble slightly as I jerk him. His knees buckle, explicit words tumbling out of his mouth. “Fuck—Harder…Yeah baby, just like that.” A finger curls inside me, my back arches at the touch. Holy shit.

I jerk him harder, rubbing his head with my thumb. He groans and moans against my neck. I open my legs wider. He inserts another finger, hitting the exact right spot. I moan when he pinches my clit, “You like that, baby?”

I nod breathlessly. He lifts his head, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, his tongue dueling with mine. His breathing turns erratic, fingers scissoring inside me. Then he stops and pulls away completely.

“What? No. I was so close.”

“I want to come inside you.”

Oh fuck, god yes.

My heart hammers in my chest. My hand shakes as I open the drawer in my nightstand. I grab the condom I had stashed there. Carson’s eyebrows raise. His throat bobs as he swallows.

He looks down at me, then at the condom. His hard cock leaks through his underwear.

He sits back on his heels, watching me closely as he rips open the package and then pushes his boxers to his thighs and rolls on the condom. “You sure?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes.” He closes his eyes and curses under his breath. “Fuck.” I widen my legs as he hovers above me, the tip of his dick sliding over my clit. I throw my head back, clutching my pillow, moaning loudly. He cups my face in one hand and kisses me deeply, then slowly and gently he eases into me. I winch at the stinging burn. He still presses his lips to my cheek, nose everywhere he can reach.

“God baby, you feel fantastic, I’m not gonna last long.”

That’s okay, it’s his first time too.

He groans and moans in my neck, staying completely still until the burning sensation vanishes, and the euphoria takes over. “Please,” I beg, rotating my hips. He pulls out, then pushes back in, gently at first, then harder and harder until he’s pounding in me. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. He moans in my ear, “So good, baby—can’t stop. Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good.” He grabs my hands, pushing them to the headboard, slamming into me so hard the headboard rattles against the wall. “So fucking perfect for me, so good. Fucking hell, baby, you’re squeezing me.” I squeeze my muscles, causing him to moan even louder. Fuck I love that he’s loud. I love hearing how good I make him feel.

I whimper against his neck, licking his skin. I need to touch him. As if he can read my mind, he drops my arms. I wrap them around his back, my nails scratching his skin. He frames my face, pulling me into a bruising kiss. Too good, it all feels too good. My legs ache, my chest is on fire, but I have never felt so good in my life. Moans and whimpers escape my throat as he fucks me harder. I hear the ripping sound of something, then Carson’s pace turns erratic. His lips hover over mine, not quite touching but close enough I can feel words. “God, I love you.”

My back arches off the bed as I come loudly, my moans echoing in the room. I clench around him. Carson bares his neck, moaning my name as he comes. His arms collapse and he falls on top of me, his sweaty chest touching mine. I close my eyes in bliss, riding out the orgasm, my legs shaking and my heart racing. Carson sighs in my neck. “Fuck.”

He leans on his elbows, kissing me gently. “Was that okay?” He sounds hesitant, as if he didn’t just give me the best orgasm of my life.

“Fucking fantastic. Can we go again?”

He chuckles, collapsing on top of me, then rolls, getting rid of the condom, pulling me into him so I’m lying on top of him. His fingers thread through my tangled hair. “You are perfect, you know that?”

“No I’m not.”

“You’re perfect for me, God. I love you so much.” I pat his cheeks, then kiss his swollen lips.

“I love you too.”

Then I notice the feathers covering the room. They’re everywhere, coming out of a now-damaged pillow. Carson shrugs nonchalantly when he sees them, then pulls me closer to him.

“I’ll buy you a new one, so I can ruin that one too.”

Chapter Thirty-One