“But first...” she said as she came close and leaned in, pressing her lips to his.
With her kissing him and the stress of the day turning his brain to mush, Carter felt his guard dropping.
Kaitlyn's kiss seemed to ease the stress of the day and in spite of everything, he wanted her more than ever.
He pulled her tight to him and she straddled his lap, her kiss deepening. Carter groaned as she put pressure on his already-throbbing hardness. Her scent surrounded him and the rest of the thoughts of the day washed away as she moved against him, sending his heart rate jumping and his desire through the roof. He wanted her. More than anything.
As if responding to his thoughts, she gently ground her hips into him, shifting her lips against his and slipping her tongue into his mouth.
He kissed her back, his hands gripping her hips, then her ass as he held her. He couldn't remember the last time he'd needed someone so badly, and for once, he didn't give a damn that she was younger than him or that other people might judge their union.
Kaitlyn broke the kiss with a grin and gazed into his eyes, a mixture of desire and a hint of devilishness there.
“I want you,” she whispered. “So, so bad.”
"I want you too." Carter couldn't think of a reason to hold back now. Not after they'd mostly smoothed things out and she's shown him she wanted to be there for him. If she was fooling him, then she was the world's best actress, and Carter wasn't easy to fool.
She straightened up and peeled her shirt from her body with a wink. “I think you could use some stress relief.”
He shook his head. "Don't do this for the wrong reasons. I want you. If you want me, then that's what matters. Not my day, not stress-"
She pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. "I know what I want. I want you. Now you know it too, so let me have my fun." With a suggestive glance, she leaned in to kiss him again before backing off his lap and onto her knees on the floor before him. Her breath warmed his lap and he dropped his head back.
“This is my favorite part, so don't you dare tell me to stop.” Her hands on the button of his pants and the gentle glide of his zipper assaulted his senses. She reached for him and pulled him free of his clothing. It was all he could do not to gasp. He loved the way her fingers felt around him, how she held him, how confident she was.
When her warm, wet mouth closed around him, his body jolted with pleasure and shock.
"Damn, Kaitlyn." He groaned the words, unable to stop himself from lifting his head to look at her.
She drew him deeply into her mouth and he swallowed the rest of his words. Instead, he watched, transfixed by the sight of her long, pale throat working to take him deeper. Though her mouth was so hot, he felt ice cold. When her gaze met his, a jolt of electricity bolted through him.
He wanted her to keep going. "Fuck," he whispered. He buried his fingers in her hair as she sucked him gently before increasing her pace to an almost hungry speed. He wasn't going to last long like this and while he wanted her to have what she wanted, he didn't want things to end so quickly.
"Slow down, love." He gently pulled her hair and she listened, her eyes locked on his face.
She backed off, releasing the tip of him with a popping sound before speaking in an unsteady, sultry voice. "I've wanted to taste you for so long."
"Then taste me," he said, the words rough with lust.
She didn't waste any time. Her hot mouth closed over him again, her tongue swirled around his tip and he exhaled at the intense sensation.
She was relentless, her mouth tight and hot, her tongue stroking him, driving him to a place where he'd never been before. He reached down to try to pull her away from him again, but she shook her head and her hair brushed his hands.
"I want to slow down and make this last, but I don't think I can." He gave her a small smile, hoping she'd understand.
She slid back again, taking the length of him in her hand as she released him once more. "Good. I want you to let go and let me do this. Don't worry about fast or slow or prolonging. Just... let me please you my way." With that, she took him again and he stopped fighting.
"This feels so good," he murmured as she picked up the pace once more, driving him wild with her lips, her tongue, her throat. "You're amazing."
She made a sound in agreement and he could feel his body tensing up as she pushed him to the edge. He let out a growl of pure pleasure as she swallowed him, taking him deep into her throat and draining every last drop of him.
As his body shuddered, she pulled back and licked him gently as if he was her favorite treat, tasting him and enjoying him before letting him go and smiling up at him with an adoring expression that stole the breath from his lungs. "Thank you for letting me enjoy you," she said.
Carter had never had anyone thank him before, but he found he loved the show of gratitude.
"Thank you for everything," he said, feeling the cooling air around him but well aware he was still ready for her.
When was the last time he'd felt such pleasure and release?