Carter traced my lips with a fingertip before gently taking them again, obliterating my view of him in the dim light. I let my eyes drift closed as he continued down my body, reveling in the sensations he evoked as his stubble lit fireworks under my skin with every brush of his rough, dimpled chin. The random nips from his teeth, along with the suckling kisses, were sure to leave their marks across my skin, but I couldn't be bothered to care.
When the wet heat of his mouth closed around the peaked tip of a full breast, my body arched up into his with a groan, and I couldn't help but tangle my fingers through his thick hair, my nails surely scoring his scalp as I held him captive to prolong the exquisite suction. "More, Carter, please!" I cried, rubbing my wet core against the ridged planes of his abdomen, trying to get friction where I needed it. All I managed was to slick his skin and poke myself in the buttcheek with his straining dick. With our height difference, my head barely reached his shoulders. There wasn't much I could do without his cooperation, and I didn't have the experience or confidence to articulate what I wanted.
He took my cues, knowing what my body needed, and speared nimble fingers into me as his thumb teased my clit until it stood at attention. Each caress sent little shocks of pleasure, as every pull on my nipple traveled straight to my middle to pool in a churning mass of heat just waiting to detonate.
"Fuck, Shelby," Carter groaned as I clamped around his fingers, nearly reaching that elusive peak. "I feel like my dick is about to burst if I can't get inside you soon." A throaty noise of discontent came from me as he withdrew, leaving me crazy with desire. "Just a minute," he soothed. "Have to find a condom."
I settled at that; I wasn't on birth control, but I would be just as soon as I could remedy it. The thought of even possibly having an accident helped to cool my ardor, but with the crinkle of a wrapper and a quick motion between his legs, Carter was back between mine.
"Yes, please, I was so close," I demanded and complained, as I lifted and spread my lower extremities, bending my knees to allow him unfettered access.
"Later, I'll pay this pretty little thing more attention, but I promise to make it good now too." Shuffling forward on his knees until he was as close as he could get, Carter used his thumbs to spread my slick lubricant before he separated my lips, pulling them wide and stretching my entrance enough to notch the head of his member at it.
He rubbed his tip in small circles until my flesh gave way. It was a new experience, watching a man prepare to fill my body, and I was glad the light that filtered in kept the moment in hushed shadows where I didn't have to feel like I was on display. The slight burn as he slipped the thick head in was expected, but when he rocked back and forth just the tiniest bit, it lessened the sensation. But Carter didn't continue with his approach. Instead, he gripped the base of his erection with one hand and covered my body as he sank straight into me, his body weight, paired with my soaked walls, letting him press in nearly to the hilt with one stroke.
The pinching morphed into a poker of agony, causing my knees to clamp down onto his hips, much as my insides spasmed in an attempt to expel the invasion. With a guttural whimper sounding low in my throat, my hips twisted, trying to escape the stomach-turning pain, but I was well and truly pinned, inside and out, to the bed.
"Shelby, what's wrong?!" Carter moved to pull back, but even that much movement against my clenching muscles hurt like hell. "Oh fuck, don't do that! I can't think," he groaned out when I wouldn't let go.
Did I mention you're a dumbass who should have told him you were a virgin?
Not helping, go away.
"Didn't expect it to hurt like that," I gritted out, not quite in pain since that was already receding, but more out of fear of moving and making it come back. "I've only ever fooled around. I'm so, so sorry. And embarrassed," I tacked on, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. The tendons there were tight with strain, and I wondered if I'd ruined everything.
"You were—you haven't been with anyone?" Awe and concern vied for position in his voice, then came the contrite apology. "Oh, Shelby, I would have done this so differently." When I stiffened, he amended, "More carefully. I wouldn't have hurt you on purpose."
Relaxing back, I searched his eyes, hoping he didn't regret it. "You're not mad?"
"No, baby, just feeling poorly that I didn't pick up on it and that your first time was rougher than it needed to be. Let me make it better?" I nodded shyly, happiness surging through my veins. Until he gently pulled out and used his big hands to lift my bottom to his face.
"Carter! What are you doing?" My shock was complete when, instead of answering, he buried his face between my legs and licked me until I was a dripping, limp mess on the sheets. "Oh dear Lord, I don't think I can take anymore," I mumbled when he covered me again.
That time, he gently worked his way into my over-sensitive core and mimicked the motions with his tongue stroking mine. The faint hint of copper hit my taste buds, causing a blush hot enough I felt as if my skin were glowing. In hindsight, Mama wouldn't even let tampons be brought into the house, and my fingers must not have done the job like I'd thought they had. But my mind didn't have long to wander before Carter flexed his hips, my lips parting from his in a gasp of delight.
"Do that again," I begged, eagerly tilting my hips up to his.
A deep chuckle against my throat preceded the motion being repeated until we were both panting and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
"Getting close, baby. Can you come before me?" The strain tightening his features and voice was apparent, but I wasn't sure I could. "Touch yourself, make yourself fly. I need to feel you bearing down on me with pleasure." The husky plea was enough to have my hand easing between us, and for a moment, I explored where we were joined until Carter groaned that he couldn't handle more. Then I worked my bundle of nerves in small circles and flicks until I did indeed clench around him in rhythm to the wracking pleasure pulsing through my body. Carter followed quickly with a few sharp snaps of his hips until I felt the throbbing release send aftershocks through my core.
Slumping down, Carter rolled to the side, bringing me with him before he gently disconnected from me. After tying the top, he grabbed a tissue to wrap the condom in and set it on the bedside table.
"How are you feeling?" The careful hesitancy made me snuggle in tighter.
"Happy, worn out, kinda loopy," I mumbled into his chest. But he heard me well enough since his chest shook with laughter in response.
"I'll take it, but I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off of you." He squeezed me tightly to him, and that was where we stayed for the next bit.
* * *
Carter didn't keep his hands, or his mouth, or his cock to himself, and I returned the favor. In the shower, I made my first attempt at giving head. He seemed to enjoy it, the gagging and all, but by the time I drifted off in his arms, daylight was creeping around the curtains and I felt like I'd be walking funny for a week.
* * *
The low battery alarm on my phone woke me, and I wondered how it got next to my head. But when I noticed the time, adrenaline had me jumping from the bed. The girls would be checking out any time, and at a glance, I had a lot of missed calls.
"Carter? I'm sorry, but I have to go!" He wasn't in the main room, and when I checked, the bathroom was empty too. Dread clutched at my chest when I discovered the room was empty of everything but my few belongings.