“Can I kiss you?” he whispers when his lips are near mine.

“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. He places his mouth gently on mine. He lets go of my hair and slides his fingers through my locks, digging them into my scalp to bring my face closer. My arms curl around his waist as I push my body further into his, causing him to groan into my mouth. This kiss is sweet and incredibly hot, just like our first time. He really is an exceptional kisser.

When I open my mouth slightly, he slips his tongue inside and deepens the kiss. Turning me, he walks me backwards until my legs come in contact with his bed. He gently lays me down, climbing over me, never once breaking the kiss.

Pulling back he gives me one of his rare, breathtakingly beautiful smiles. He brushes my hair back off my face before leaning down and placing his lips on mine again. We make out for what seems like an eternity. I’m so turned on.

Eventually pulling out of the kiss, he looks down at me, smiling. “I can’t believe I have you here sprawled out on my bed. Now what am I going to do with you?”

“Whatever you want,” I answer shamelessly. I want him to do anything and everything. His eyes close briefly as he groans at the thought. When they open again he gives me a mischievous look. My heart starts to race. Is it wrong that I want him to do bad things to me, because I do?

“As much as I’d like to, kid, I’m not going to fuck you. Your first time should be with someone special. That’s not me.” He must see the disappointment cross my face, because by Christ that’s exactly what I’m feeling. “It doesn’t mean we can’t do other things,” he smirks. I’m upset this isn’t going to go all the way. I want him to be my first.

I want that more than anything.

He brings his lips down to mine again. I’m so incredibly turned on by his kisses. I desperately need some friction down below. I shift my legs from underneath him, spreading them before pulling him down on top of me. He settles in between them.

His hand slides underneath my pyjama top. He growls into my mouth when he feels I’m not wearing a bra. He cups my breast in his hand and runs his thumb over my hard nipple, thrusting his pelvis forward at the same time. Yes.

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispers against my mouth. His erection hits me right where I need it, making me moan. He does it again, and again. My hands slide down his muscular back until they are resting on his arse. He has the most amazing arse. All round, tight and delicious. Using my hands to push him down, my hips lift up meeting him thrust for thrust. There’s only two thin pieces of fabric separating us. God I wish there wasn’t.

We both continue to move in sync. It’s like we’re having sex, but with clothes on. I really want to be doing it with him. I want to feel him inside me. “I … I think I’m going to come,” I mutter a few minutes later. He groans into my mouth again, pressing his erection hard against my clit, moving his hips in a circular motion. It feels amazing.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he urges. Within seconds my orgasm hits me hard.

“Yes,” I moan as my head pushes back into the pillow and my body trembles from the intensity. My nails dig into his arse cheeks as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. He doesn’t stop moving until I’m finished. Pulling back, his hooded eyes meet mine.

“I need to taste you now,” he breathes. Sitting back on his haunches, he slides my pyjama bottoms down my legs, taking my panties with them. Nobody has ever seen me naked before, but for some reason, with him, I don’t feel self-conscious at all. “Sweet Jesus. You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he states.

The thought of him imagining me naked pleases me. A lot. He spreads my legs wide, gazing down at me. Appreciation is written all over his handsome face. He exhales and then smiles. Leaning forward he lifts my back slightly off the bed as he pulls my top over my head. “I need to see all of you.” Returning to his haunches, I watch as his eyes caress my body. The look he gives me is so hot I’m surprised it doesn’t scorch my skin. “Perfect,” he breathes, making me smile. He thinks I’m perfect. His fingers lightly caress my skin leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake.

His impressive hard manhood is straining against his pyjama bottoms. I want to do something for him, but I have no idea what. I just want to please him like he pleases me.

Placing his hands on either side of my hips, he leans forward. He lays a sweet kiss on my stomach before his tongue trails a path up to my breasts. His eyes meet mine as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Mmmm,” I say as my eyes close and my fingers thread through his hair. I never knew my body was capable of feeling such extraordinary pleasure. I could easily get addicted to these feelings.

“Open your eyes. I want you to see who’s making you feel like this,” he demands as his tongue makes a trail over to my other breast. “You’re perfect,” he whispers against my skin as he kisses down my abdomen. I find every word, every movement he makes completely erotic. “I love how your body responds to my touch.”

I should be nervous that he’s heading south, but I’m not. I want to experience everything with him. Everything.

When he settles between my legs, he looks up and smiles as he inches forward. He parts my lips with his fingers before blowing his warm breath over my clit. His eyes never once leave mine. It makes my breath hitch and my body shiver in anticipation. His tongue darts out and he licks a line straight up my centre. His eyelids flutter shut and he groans against my sensitive flesh.

“So sweet,” he murmurs. Reaching down I thread my fingers through his hair.

“Oh God,” I moan. I have no words for how incredible this feels. No words. His eyes spring open and he pulls back slightly.

“That’s not my name,” he grumbles. Shit. We had this discussion last night.

“Carter,” I breathe.

“That’s better,” he says as his tongue finds me again. I thought his hands were magical last night, but his mouth … Oh. My. Fucking. God. Amazing. He is a man of many talents.

Within minutes I’m on the verge of another orgasm. I’m trying my best to suppress it. I don’t want him to ever stop what he’s doing. “I could do this to you all day,” he says, like he has just read my mind. Freaky.

“I wouldn’t complain if you did. It feels amazing,” I reply, but it comes out more like a whimper. He growls against my sensitive flesh as he inserts two fingers inside me before hooking them. Fuck. I can’t hold back any longer. “Carter,” I moan as my hands tug on his hair. His tongue and fingers work feverishly as my orgasm hits me hard, followed closely by another one. Holy crap. I think I’m going to pass out.

He kisses his way back up my body until his lips meet mine again. I can taste myself on him, but it doesn’t turn me off in the slightest. My hand reaches down between us as I grip his shaft. Shit, he’s huge. “Let me do something for you,” I offer. I’m tempted to beg him to have sex with me, but I know that will just make me sound lame. Ending the kiss he looks down at me.

“You don’t have to. Just seeing you come undone is enough for me,” he replies as his face softens. I wish he was this sweet all the time.

“I want to. Please. I have no idea what to do, but you can show me. I’m a fast learner.” God, like that sounded any better. I feel my face flush. I should’ve just begged for sex. I hate that compared to all the other girls he’s been with, I’m so inexperienced. I’m sure they all knew how to please him. I clench my eyes shut. Somebody kill me now.

“Open your eyes,” he demands. I’m surprised to see him smiling when I do. “I like that about you. I love your innocence and that nobody has been where I’ve been.” I feel relieved that my naivety isn’t turning him off.