He grabbed the side of her face. “Carrie?”
She took that as the go-ahead and engulfed his engorged length in one warm swallow. “Sweet Jesus!”
His skin was smooth under her tongue. The tiny drops of pre-cum that oozed out of his
tip tasted better than she’d imagined. But just as quickly as he hardened, he deflated, taking her confidence with it.
Carrie inhaled quick as she released him from her mouth. “Aleks?” She should have listened to him. He tried to be nice. He tried to tell her it was a mistake but she had been too stubborn, too focused on her own needs to listen. “I’m sorry. Maybe this was a mistake.”
She rocked back on her legs and stood up, intent on walking away, but Aleks grabbed her arm before she took a step.
“Aleks, it’s okay. You were right.”
“It’s not okay. That didn’t have anything to do with you.”
She snorted. Sometimes they escaped when she was nervous.
“I was thinking about...” His eyes drifted away.
“You don’t have to explain yourself. You said you weren’t interested. I pushed.”
“Not interested? I never said I wasn’t interested.”
“Well, if you are, then you have a funny way of showing it.” Carrie looked down then her eyes widened. Some of the weight lifted off her shoulders at the sight of his cock hardening, waiting to be licked. What changed his focus?
“I’ve never been more interested.” He stroked his own cock. “But you–”
“It’s my fault. I thought about something and I–”
“What?”
Without another word, Aleks pulled her against his body and took her in a heated kiss. She felt the humiliation and doubt strip away with his intensity. It only took a few seconds for her to relax against him then she thrust her tongue inside his mouth and wiggled her body against his groin. Carrie sighed in relief when she felt him throb against her stomach.
Aleks picked her up and walked down the step, laying her on the settee. She watched as he removed his pants then shucked his shirt, throwing it behind him. Carrie raked her eyes over his body, from the top of his head to his toes. She hesitated, re-evaluating her decision. For a moment she forgot to breathe. Shaking away her fear, she gave him her best vixen stare. A stare that said she was a bad girl, a bad girl who wanted to get fucked. At least she hoped.
He approached and knelt in front of her, whispering in her ear, “Just breathe, sweet girl.”
Carrie didn’t even have to tell him how she was feeling. He knew simply by the look in her eyes. She wished she could say the same thing about him at this moment. He insisted on looking away from her.
Aleks captured her mouth, taking her by surprise. A little distracting telling her to breathe and then stealing her air supply with one gut wrenching kiss. She felt it in her gut. In her heart. Everywhere.
He released the last of her blouse buttons and smoothed the fabric over her shoulders. When he released the clasp of her bra, she arched, she couldn’t help herself. It was as if he was freeing her from a suit of armor that had been weighing her down. She was ready for this moment.
Carrie laced her fingers through his hair. “Touch me.”
“With pleasure.” Both hands searched out and cupped her breasts. Aleks kneaded the soft pillowy flesh. His left thumb rubbed against her hard tip while his mouth came down to plunder the other. She quivered with every wet swipe of his tongue and gentle stroke of his finger.
His hands crept up the outside of her thighs. Aleks stopped short when he reached the satin strand tied to lace then bare flesh.
“Christ! You wear garters every day?”
Why would he be so surprised? “Obviously if I design it, I like wearing it.”
Carrie lifted her pelvis, unzipped her skirt and eased it down her body. She could smell her arousal as it wafted in the air, seeping out from behind the tiny scrap of lace that covered her pussy. He helped pull her skirt free and then gripped her bottom, pulling her closer to the edge of the couch.
Aleks slid up her body, narrowly avoiding her gaze, but she forced him to look at her. Carrie used her nose to nudge his face higher and finally their eyes locked. The strong, confident eyes that usually stared back at her were gone. They were replaced by a blank stare that didn’t give away any thought or feeling. As if he was just going through the motions. She should have known better. When he lost his arousal at her touch she should have run from the room and never looked back.
Carrie watched him shake off his thoughts then he captured her mouth again. Aleks kissed her like he wanted her. Like he couldn’t breathe without her, but she knew that wasn’t the case.