Carrie whimpered as he pulled away. His mouth was like a drug, a really addictive, really incredible drug and he’d just withdrawn her supply.
‘Shh,’ he hushed her, running a finger over her lips. ‘I want to look at you.’
Carrie blushed and was grateful that the only light in the room was from the streetlight outside. The way his gaze devoured her breasts was doing funny things to her breathing and she felt weak at the knees, knowing he wanted her that much.
And then his finger ran along the edge of the lace and her nipples hardened instantly and everything heated inside. It was incredibly erotic, watching his fingers stroke over the lace, and she felt herself sway, her eyes closing on a swell of longing. And then his lips were stroking heat up her neck and behind her ear, his fingers toying with her bra clasp.
Charlie struggled uselessly with the clasp, his fingers clumsy in his rush to touch her. No matter how hard he tried he didn’t seem to be able to unhook the bra.
Carrie was so involved with the fire he was igniting along her collar-bone she didn’t even register his trouble.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘I guess I’m out of practice. It’s been a while.’
It took a second for Carrie to figure out what he was talking about. ‘Oh.’ She grinned. ‘I bet it hasn’t been as long as me.’
He smiled back, stroking a stray lock of her hair out of her eyes. ‘Maybe not. But a year’s a long time.’
‘Huh,’ she said dismissively. ‘Try nearly five.’
Charlie chuckled. ‘No, thanks.’ He sobered. ‘It’s OK, it’s one of those things you never forget.’
She was captivated by his intense gaze. ‘Are you sure?’ she whispered.
He nodded slowly. ‘Now, if you wouldn’t mind taking this off…’ he ran an index finger around a lace-covered nipple ‘…I’ll demonstrate.’
Carrie’s hands shook as she reached behind and unclasped her bra. She could barely breathe from the blaze in his eyes. She removed it slowly, suddenly shy. No one but Dana had seen her naked in four years. The urge to cover herself was strong and she raised her hands to cross them across her chest.
‘No,’ he whispered, exerting gentle pressure on her arms, and was gratified when they fell by her sides. He felt his loins stir as he took in the beauty of her breasts. Her nipples were scrunched hard in the centre of all her lush fullness. ‘I’ve been fantasising what lay beneath those damn buttons for weeks.’
His voice was husky and she again felt herself sway towards him. When he reached out and cupped them, ran a thumb over each nipple, she gasped out loud. ‘Please,’ she whispered. She had no idea what she’d said it for but when he swept her close, lowered his head and covered one rosy peak with his mouth, she knew exactly why.
‘Oh!’
He pushed her back against the bed and then it was just a swirl of sensation. The heaviness of his body pinning her to the bed. The hardness of his erection as his maleness encompassed her. The thrill of his touch against her skin. The pleasure of his tongue at her pulse points. The eroticism of his bite as he used his teeth as a weapon of sweet, sensual torture.
She wasn’t sure where her gasps ended and his groans began. Whose pounding heart reverberated through her body? His or hers? Whose irregular breathing echoed in her ears? His or hers? They seemed to have morphed into one being. One entity. Locked in a mating frenzy. A sexual bubble. Not knowing or caring where one began and the other one finished.
Charlie’s hand slipped beneath her waistband, beneath the lacy elastic of her knickers. Carrie groaned out loud and bit into his shoulder as his fingers sought and found her centre. They felt so good inside her she thought she was going to reach orgasm just from their pressure alone.
She reached down and undid his fly, pushed his underwear aside, filled her hands with his proud, surging manhood. She heard his sharp indrawn breath and stroked her finger around the tip.
‘Carrie,’ he groaned.
She smiled against his mouth. ‘What?’ she asked, grasping him and stroking her hand up and down.
‘Carrie,’ Charlie growled. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hold out if she kept that up. He held his hand firmly against hers. ‘Later. Right now I think you need to get out of those clothes.’
He pushed himself away from her, snagging his hand in her waistband and dragging her shorts and knickers over her hips and down her legs in one swoop. He grinned down at her. She was completely naked now.
‘You, too.’ She raised a leg and placed her foot against his hardness, feeling him twitch. ‘Take ’em off.’